Torn. (Pewdiepie and Cry FanFiction)

Chapter 7

Lily's POV

My eyes slowly fluttered open to the morning sun shining directly onto my face through the window. I sat up, my mind in a foggy haze, and I was barely able to see what was around me because I was still a bit groggy; which was to be expected since I barely woke up.

Looking around, my vision was still a bit fuzzy, but it cleared after a few blinks and I saw an unfamiliar looking living room.

Where was I?

My gaze traveled around the room as I tried to remembered how I got in this room, but I suddenly registered a slight pressure below my stomach, and I instantly looked down, finding an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I blushed deeply and slowly followed the arm to see it connected to a body. Cry.

I squeaked as the memories flooded back into my mind. I'm at Cry's house!

I gently slipped out of his tight grasp and stood As I straightened out my clothes of any wrinkles or valleys, I inspected the room, eyes wide to find the messy state it was in.

Atleast two pizza boxes were completely empty and ripped apart, blankets were everywhere-including one on the ceiling fan-and pillows along with thier fillings were scattered everywhere. You would've thought it was a crazy all-night party rather than a sleepover of two.

I heard Cry stir in his sleep, like a baby waking up from a beautiful dream. A smile crept up on my face at the sight, he is just too cute, even in his sleep. "Wakey-wakey Cry." I cooed sitting back down on the brown couch. He groaned in response. His sock-covered feet stretched and moved right next to my feet. He stretched while, I asume, yawning and afterwards checking for his mask. "It's still there." I assured playing with his toes. "What?" He asked sitting up.

"Your mask." I looked up at his expressionless mask. "I thought you wer-"

"Oh yeah, t-thanks." He said as if I wouldn't notice him checking for his mask. It hurt me. He probably thinks I'm going to jump on him any second now and tear his mask off, just because I got to spend a whole fun-filled night with him. I thought he could trust me, I'm not like those other desperate fangirls. Can't he see that?

(A/N No offense to all those fangirls out there, hell, I'm one too. XD)

"Hey Cry." I started before thnking about how I'm going to say this. I don't want to make him feel guilty like the last time. "You don't have to feel uncoomfortable around me. I'm completely fine with you wearing your mask. I'm not like those rambunctious fangirls." I pleaded. I was practically begging for him to trust me. He chuckled at the last sentence before staring intently at the beige carpet. Well, so much for not making him feel guilty.

He nodded his head as if he was agreeing with himself before turning to me and staring into my eyes. Even though I couldn't physically see him staring at me, I felt it. "I trust you. I'm just scared." He whispered slowly leaning in to me. "Why?" My voice came out raspy as my heart sped up by the sudden closeness. Oh God, am I really going to kiss Cry? Do I want this? I rolled my eyes at the last thought. Of course I do! Wait, no I don't! I've never kissed anyone before, what if he laughs at me? Okay, Lily, he will not make fun of you. But there is always that one possibility... Argh! Why are girls so emotional and indescisive?

He lifted up his mask, so his lips only showed. I silently gasped. Take that fangirls! My breathing caught in my throat but I quickly exhaled and leaned forward.

Don't screw up...

Don't screw up...

Don't screw up-

"Ooh I'm a gummy bear! Yes, I'm a gummy bear! Oh I'm a yummy, tummy, funny, lucky gummy bear!' My phone blasted annoyingly catchy music. Startled, we both bumped our foreheads together making us jump apart and groan in pain. "Ow..." I groaned clutching my head while sliding to the floor to search for my phone. The mess made it even harder to find my phone, but I listened to the sound of my ringtone, which was embarrassingly The Gummy Bear song. "Nice ringtone." I heard Cry mumble.