Our Powers Combined ((Cry x Reader))

Chapter Four; Roommates, Suits and Burger King

(Y/n)'s P.O.V. 

Remember when I said that I liked that I didn't have a roommate? Yeah, well I had one for three weeks now. That is not even the worst part about this... 

"Chad, get that fabric off my couch." I shout through the house, and almost immediately Chad appears in the doorstep, his arms filled with different types of black material. There is a pencil in his mouth and one in his pocket.

His dark hair is completely ruffled, as if he has brushed his fingers through it countless of times. He gasps, making the pencil fall from his mouth before he also drops the fabrics in his arms. "I was looking for that one!" He says, before grabbing the piece from the couch. 

"Chad, can't you work on this in the fabric store?" I ask him. He only shakes his head, before walking out of the room again. He jumps over the pile of materials in my living room and dissapears from my vision. 

"Chad!" I scream now, in complete deperation. "Take your fucking fabrics with you." To my annoyance, the only thing I hear is a chuckle... 

***

I have made a cup of tea again, while glaring at the pile of fabrics. Maybe, if I glare at them long enough, they will clean themselves up. Okay, I know that won't work, but I'm feeling too lazy to clean that stuff up myself. 

After glaring and sipping my tea for ten minutes, Chad enters the room. There is a huge smile on his face, while the sweatdrops are falling from his head. "Chad move out of the way, you're standing in front of the mess I want to glare at." I tell him, and the 23 year old (I recently learned he was 23 because I called him forty, and he corrected me) takes a step aside. 

"Glare all you want," He says, enthousiasm clear in his voice. "But I'll have a huge grin on your face in no time." 

"Good luck, mate. After the mess you created the last three weeks, I'm not in the best mood." 

"Well, technically, that mess won't have to be made anymore." At his sentence, I finally look at him. I furrow my eyebrows at the guy, before a look of surprise forms on my face. 

"You don't mean-" Before I can finish my sentence he is already dragging me upstairs. We reach his room, and he opens it dramaticly. On a coat hanger hangs the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my entire life. 

It is my suit, the exact suit as I had drawn. There is only one change, the letters HD are made on the chest. 

"It is absolutely amazing, Chad." I say before pointing at the letters. "What do they stand for?" Once again a smile forms on his face. 

"Every superhero needs a name. The suit is very light so you can float, it had to be as felxible as you are and parts of it are bullet proof, but there was one thing that made this suit so special." He steps towards it, before showing me small pieces of the arm. 

"It needed a special fabric that would completely work with you. Which means that whenever you turn invisible, this thing needs to do the same." I look at him with wide eyes. 

"No fucking way." I exclaim, but he just nods his head. I place a piece of the fabric in between my fingers, and make them invisible. (I had been practicing while Chad was busy with the suit, it helped realxing me a bit) To my surprise, the whole suit dissapears. I take my fingers off it, and place the hand in front of my mouth. 

My jaw had dropped, and if it was possible, it would be laying on the ground. "The letters," Chad continues. "Stand for you superhero name, a thing you forgot to think about." He takes a dramatic pause, before continuing at my eye roll. "Hidden Death." 

***

A few minutes later, I have the suit on. Even the mask dissapeared with me. Chad really is my saviour! Floating was easy and the material moved with me whenever I decided to be ultra flexible. 

Now, we're enjoying some sandwiches and later on we're going to eat dinner at a fancy place to celebrate. That's a lie, Chad and I don't make a lot of money, so we will just be going to the Burger King or something. 

"How did you do this?" I ask Chad finally. He shrugs before swallowing down a huge piece of bread. 

"There is something you don't know about me. I studied Science and atoms and shit. Graduated in it too, but you know how America works... Even people who went to fucking Harvard end up in the McDonald's." 

Once again, this guy has got my jaw dropped. How lucky must I have been that I ran into this guy?

Cry's P.O.V.

"I'm hungry, man." Felix whines. I have been attempting to cook something for an hour now, but it isn't really working. Felix has been complaining about it for a while now, so finally I give up. 

"Okay, fuck this, let's go to the Burger King." I announce, already grabbing my coat. Felix follows me in excitement, already naming what he wants to have. 

Our stomachs rumble when we finally reach the fast food restaurant and we almost run in. After we receive our food we see that there is no place left to sit. We walk up to a tabel where two people are sitting, and there are two empty chairs.

"Hey, friend." I start as I look at the boy and the girl. "Do you mind us sitting at this table too?" They share a look, before looking back at us. 

"Of course not, take a seat." The girl says, and then I recognise her voice.

"Don't you work in the gaming store in the Sunshine Mall?" I ask her, and she nods. "I'm Ryan, by the way, and this is Felix." 

"I'm (Y/n), and this is Chad." She says back. She puts a few fries in her mouth and start chewing it a bit uncomfortably. 

"So, you guys shop where she works?" Chad asks, a huge smile on his face. "Must be gamers then, or do you guys just visit for (Y/n)?" He let's out a chuckle, and Felix joins him. 

"We're gamers, to answer your question." I say, I don't want him to think anything weird. Maybe this guy is her boyfriend, I wouldn't want them to get a fight about stuff that's not even happening. 

"Oh awesome, she games a lot too. Well not lately because-" (Y/n) nudges him, hard, and immediately Chad shuts his mouth. They share a small look, and Chad rubs his neck uncomfortably. "Because we're busy with work and such." He finishes. 

Felix and I share a look too, but we brush it off. Maybe he was about to tell a huge secret, and I can respect a secret staying a secret.