Corpse Buckets(Pewdiecry Fanfic)-Sequel to Number 18[collab with Yanderelion]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Crys P.O.V.

Felix had been sleeping upstairs for a while. I was glad, He really needed it. I sat downstairs at our dining room table, I sat in complete utter silence. That was something I needed.

The sun shined out into the kitchen as I paced.

"You're only going to stress yourself out more" That voice, I knew it anywhere. Similar to my own. I spun around to find Caiden sitting in the spot I once was, his arms crossed.

"How can I not be stressed out? We move to Sweden to get away from shit and he only seems to be getting into more" I exclaimed, flailing my arms around.

"I understand that, Ryan. Freaking the fuck out over it isn't going to help him or his situation"

"What would you know about his situation! You tried to kill him?!" I spat at him.

"Did I not just save his life today?" Caiden growled back, standing up from the table and stalking over to me. I hate to admit it but he had a point. He did save Felix today. My mind was clouded with so much anger and vengeance I could hardly think straight. I felt bad for being such a dick towards him, but maybe I had a right too.

"Yes" I crossed my arms, speaking under my breath. I saw Caiden almost to his mouth to speak but was cut off by a noise of something falling over on my back porch. He sharpened his glare to the glass sliding doors then to me.

I shook it off, but as soon as I did more rustling came from outside.

"Ryan?" He looked at me while I cautiously approached the doors and slid the open. I stared out into the pitch black backyard. Nothing. I sighed realising the paranoia was getting me now.

I walked back inside, locking the sliding door behind me. "What was it?" Caiden perked up.

"Nothing. I'm just- nothing" I sighed. I walked back over to the table. "I need some rest. You can- uh. Just come back another day, we still have to discuss about Clara" I narrowed my eyes at him as I began to the stairs.

"..yeah" Was all he said before I'm guessing he disappeared. I made my way up tiredly, opening me and Felixs door softly.

I rolled into bed, climbing under the sheets. Felix grumbled and moved around a bit, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close. I kissed his forehead and he snuggled back into me, I smiled before shutting my eyes. I don't think I had realised how tired I was because in a matter of minutes I was deep into sleep. I really needed a nap.

*

I woke up cold, realising the warmth I had gotten from Felix was gone. I grumbled and wrapped the sheets around me more, rolling in them, I felt like a burrito after.

Moments later after I'd awaken I heard the door open. I didn't bother looking who it is, hearing a soft chuckle I knew who it was.

"When are you going to turn into a beautiful butterfly?" He giggled. I opened my eyes tirelessly, and a small smirk appeared on my face.

"Never" I said my sleep voice making it sound about a monotone or two deep. I heard him let out a small laugh before walking over to me and crawling in bed. "Hey there" I kissed his nose and pulled him close to me.

"Hi" He giggled, putting his palms against my chest.

"Sleep alright?" I asked.

"....Yeah" He was such a bad liar. I could always see straight through him so I don't know why he insists on lying about stuff like this. He snuggled into me, and I lied my head on his. These are moments I miss. We never get time to just lie down and forget about things. It's always something. Don't get me wrong I love being with Felix and helping him with his problems, it's just hectic sometimes.