When we can. [Cryaotic x Reader] [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8.

     Your heart begins to flutter at the subtle warmth on your left shoulder. He starts "Hi (Y/N)" but stays behind you. That was him alright, same voice and presence as through the computer screen. This will be the first time you'll get to see the man-behind-the-mask in person. You don't know how to feel, but you don't turn around. "Hey Cry" you reach into your bag and grab your Polaroid and hold it up for a selfie but a little to the left for Cry. "Picture with me?" you ask calmly.
"Why not? But when we're out you can call me Ryan" you feel his breath on your ear as he bends down and wraps his arms around you in a backwards hug style.
     The camera clicks, you turn it around and make sure it gives you two copies. You put the camera next to you and embrace the semi hug. He lets go too soon and you stand up.
     He moves awkwardly to stand in front of you. You feel his gaze on you but you don't return it, staring at his black converse and faded dark blue jeans. You put a hand on his shoulder and look up very slowly, until you see white on his face. And you come face to fa-mask. Face to mask, with Cryaotic. You bet he could see all the emotions going through you just in your eyes, and there is a lot of them. He pulls you in for a tight embrace and you laugh a bit into his chest. He is at least 5" taller than you.
"Welcome to Florida shorty" he pulls away from the hug, you can't stop smiling. You begin to giggle at the mask and his body posture looks confused.
     After a couple of moments you say "I couldn't expect anything more from you haha" you had a feeling he would have a sup guy mask on but wasn't sure of it. He laughs and you both sit on the bench you shift your body to look at him. Picking up the black photos you shake them and see the developing selfie. Cry had moved his mask down so you could see the top half of his face. His stunning blue eyes were looking towards you, they were smiling.
     You silent cheer to yourself, besides the giant dorky smile you have on you don't look half bad. You keep your smile on and say "Look! We look cute!". As he laughs you give him a photo, and take the time to analyze your friend. He was a slender man, with some normal pudge. He was very pale, guess he really doesn't go outside much? Besides the pants and shoes he was wearing a classic red flannel shirt, the first 3 buttons were undone casually. You move your gaze towards his head. He had very dark brown hair, almost black even, it was a tad bit wavy and feathery. His hair cut was fuck-boyesque but longer on the sides. You could tell he just showered, you could smell the products, pushing aside the urge to run your fingers through his hair you continue to study his features. His jaw. Damn it was a jaw. It was pretty prominent but nothing particular.
     Cry snaps a finger in your face, your cheeks flush as he says "Enjoying the view?" sassily. You laugh and add "Oh yeah I just looove ducks!" and wink at him. His body slumps in defeat but bounces back with a laugh, adorable.
"Do you normally wear that around?" you point in a circular motion to his mask.
"Oh, no only if the anxiety is especially bad. You'd be surprised, I can pass this for just cosplay if i change my voice a tad"
"I hope your anxiety calms down. Here i got you a drink" you pass him his cup and he takes a sip.
"Thanks! I'm not big on tea but this is quite good" you smile at his remark taking a sip of your own tea. Good thing he enjoys the beverage.
     You both stare at the ducks swimming, you're still pretty tired so you make a move. Slowly you shift your body away from him and prop your feel onto the armrest and adjust yourself so you can place your head easily onto his lap. Your plan succeeds and he doesn't mind, you smile at him while squinting at the light.
"I thought Florida was supposed to be warm" you say as the wind blows through you.
"Must have known you were coming, your cold heart is too difficult for poor old Florida to compete" he laughs a bit and you playfully punch his arm and laugh as well. You sigh and close your eyes after the laughter dies down "This is nice".
"It really is" he begins to play with your hair, you don't mind. Freshly clean hair is always fun to braid or just brush against your fingers. He strategically grabs a small strand of hair you can feel, and he starts to twist it around in his fingers.
"You got your trip all planned yeah? Whats on today's schedule"
"Hmm" you carefully rub your eyes, making sure your makeup didn't get mess up. "I was thinking we could go to a movie, dinner or stay in and order some food annnnd" you dramatically pause "videa gamz".