In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 59-

A/N:

jegus fucking chris this story is fucking long.

estimated to be longer than experience.

no ragrats honestly.

HI I HOPE YOU'RE DOING LOVELY TODAY !!!!!!!!

also: comment a concert you've gone to or a concert experience you've had !! i love love love hearing about concerts !!!

ive been to a few and im going to one on the 5th with all my friends :3 HOPEFULLY AT LEAST IF MY MOM ISNT MEAN

then maybe daughter next year and twenty one pilots at redrocks!

---

[pewdie's pov]

---

He knew, right as Nate and I walked in the door. Cry didn't say anything, but he knew something was wrong. It shocks me, sometimes, how well he knows us. How much he sees, but doesn't say... it really shocks me sometimes.

Nate and I walk in, and he immediately looks alarmed. I see him study my expression only for a second before standing up and slowly walking over.

"What is it?" He says impatiently. I can already hear panic seep into his tone. If I tell him, he's going to lose it. What happened that one day, in the bedroom, is going to happen again. My hands suddenly are shaking.

(stop stop stop stop)

"N... Nothing." Placing my hands on his cheeks I give him a soft kiss on his lips. He shies away at first because my hands are so cold, but quickly leans into my touch after a second. His lips aren't as soft as I remember. They're chapped and he seems unkempt, but I love him all the same. It's still Cry, and it always will be. No matter what he does, or the way he looks, I'll love him. Nate after a second lets out a convincing ewww at our PDA. Soon I pull away, and he looks disappointed. I shrug off my jacket which is soaking wet from the snow falling outside and hang it up on the rack beside my door.

"Really? Nothing?" He looks hopeful suddenly, and the look stabs at my heart. It can't last long. He knows me too well; he's going to find out. It's only a matter of when. I nod and kiss him again, this time on the forehead. Since I have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him there, it pulls a smile out of him.

"Shortie," Nate says, nudging me playfully.

"Hey! I used to be the tall one here." We all smile and laugh, but it doesn't last very long. Cry smiles sadly after the laughter dies away.

"Times have changed, huh?" Nate is again the third wheel when he reaches out and grabs my hand. "And yet, in some ways, it really does feel the same way." We lock eyes. He's searching me for something. Gently, I pull away from his grasp. Cry's hand falls to his side again.

"Like a rhythm, huh?" It just slips out. Cry's hand twitches slightly before he regains his composure. I shouldn't have said that. He knows exactly what I meant. There's no doubt he knows something is up. Nate looks back and forth between us, nervously backing away after a second. A stand down between us two isn't usually something that people want to be near. I think Cry whispers something, before looking down again at the ground.

(rhythm of the night)

"Anyways," I say awkwardly. "We're here a little early just because I wanted to let you know that I'm going to go out with Nate and hunt. We'll be out for a few more hours." Nate looks confused, and tries to object.

"I never-" One glare shuts him up right away.

"It's cold," Cry says. He sounds worried already. "Be back soon, okay? And here." He shrugs off his warm winter coat and hands it to me. He's in a short sleeve shirt. It's the first time I've seen him wear anything other than long sleeves in the past weeks. I shrug it on and one last time kiss him on the cheek as a thank you.

"I love you. We'll be back soon." I wave goodbye, shoving Nate out the door. He's still trying to form an excuse and failing. Cry closes the door on us. The lock clicks. He does that every single time I leave, though I'm not sure what the point of locking the door is. Once I tried asking him, but he wouldn't say anything about it.

Nate and I make our way through the crunchy snow and away from the house, so we can talk without being overheard.

"Just take me to where you usually go," I say. He nods and a smile stretches across his face. "You're always out here doing who knows what, and plus... we have some things to talk about." That earns a loud sigh.

"Alright, follow me then."

>>>>

He leads me to a place I would have never imagined existed in a mountain range like this. It was over a mile walk, we didn't speak the whole time. I tried to start conversation but he'd shush me. Every step I took made me feel closer to something, though I can't figure out what it is.

At first, it's only a dark cave that I see. But Nate gives a yell of excitement and starts running toward it. I don't understand what's so exciting... It's just a cave. Still, I run after him and try to catch up. Nate disappears into the kind of ominous cave opening. At first I hesitate to follow him. Something is different here. A right kind of different.

The walls aren't cold, they're warm. I touch them to steady myself. While still being kind of small, I still have to duck a little to get in and make my way to the center.

"Welcome," Nate says. His voice is happy and dreamy. And I don't blame him, once I look around. Suddenly I forget how to breathe.

The cavern is lit by strange rocks that dot a small river that flows through the cave. A waterfall comes down from the top. I reach out to tough the water and a glowing rock falls into my hand. Maybe it was my imagination, but a small whisper comes from it.

(welcome)

Intrigued, but still wary, I drop the rock. Then I sit down and feel the green grass that's growing under my feet. There are even flowers growing inside this cave. It's like a private oasis.

"What is this place?" I ask, finally regaining my voice. Nate sits up from where he was laying and smiles. "It's... it's very strange. It's got this weird feeling."

"Like a rhythm?" He asks in an excited voice. "Like something is flowing in and out of you, like a weight is being lifted, this place it's magic, I swear, and-" I hold a hand up and motion for him to slow down.

"Yeah, like a rhythm. Something is here," I say quietly. "It's like something is listening to us talk." Nate turns and picks up a rock, laughing quietly.

"Watch this!" He exclaims. Nate brings the rock closer to his face and speaks clearly. "Felix sucks a lot of dick," he says, barely managing a straight face. I open my mouth to say something but he holds up his finger to quiet me.

Then I hear it.

All around the cavern, the rocks are whispering. It would be a lot cooler and sentimental if they weren't saying that I suck a lot of dick over and over.

"What are they?" I ask, fascinated. They begin to repeat what I said in different voices and tones. The voices rise up and I'm surprised I didn't hear them earlier.

"I don't really know. I call them echo rocks. They just repeat the last thing people say over and over. How it's possible, I don't know." He throws the rock back in the water and the voice is muffled. "But now we have to talk about Cry."

"Yeah..." I reach in my pockets to pull out the paper with Kenzie's death on it, then freeze. A sense of dread and regret washes over me. I've been played. "Oh shit," I say. The rocks repeat it over and over, only adding to my annoyance. Nate realizes what's happened a few seconds after I do.

"We have to get home," I say. Secretly I pocket a rock and make sure to wrap it up tightly so it will be muffled in its mimicry. "He played me. Somehow he knew that the jacket had something that I needed."

Nate stands up, looking back one last time at the cavern. I know he feels like he's never going to see it again. This is especially confirmed when I hear him whisper goodbye in a soft and longing voice. I set a hand on his shoulder and pull him away.

"This place seems okay, but, I don't think it's healthy to stay here for too long." He hesitates, but nods after a second. "Come on, let's go. Cry must have that paper and he's probably about to do something reckless."

"Alright, home we go."