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

Chapter 11.

     Cry puts his headphones on and all three of you chat for an hour, getting to know Russ a bit better. Once the hour is up he has to go to a dinner with his parents, they were visiting. You two say your goodbyes, after you give Russ contact info. He needs it for the stream plan you came up with. After that's all settled its around 5:24.
     "Wow it's already 5:30?" You say stretching an arm above your head.
"Huh, that went fast haha"
"He's a cool dude" Cry makes an agreeing grunt "So what snacks did you get?"
"Here" Cry says and tosses you a snack sized bag of chips and hands over a cold Arizona. You smile.
"Aw the key to my heart, Arizona and snacks" you both chuckle and decide to sit down and chill, after saving your game of course.
You plop onto his bed and lay on your stomach, he joins you grabbing the X-Box remote scrolling to find Netflix. You glance at his phone remembering your call with Chey, you wish he doesn't jump into her arms again. 'But he will' you think 'Maybe someday he'll realize-' snapping out of thought Cry's voice startles you.
"Do you wanna watch some Bo Jack?"
"Oh that show, still haven't seen any of it man" you say, he's always mentioning this dang show, nows the time you give it a chance! The thoughts are still in the back of your mind, you shove them away.
"Oh-ho-ho we are totally watching this." He flashes you a smile, he looks really cute right now. You smile back, you cheeks flushed a little.

Cry ends up falling asleep, you guess a good snacking session and a show could knock anyone out. But you weren't completely comfortable with his place yet to just pass out. You look over at him, his head is laying on his arm and his mouth is open making him look funny. You giggle quietly and grab your Polaroid, perfect picture. You snap a picture with two copies and shove them into your protective pocket.
Getting a bit bored, you decide to get off the bed only to be grabbed back on by Cry's arms pulling you next to him. This was a classic move, but you didn't feel the magic.
"Stay with me" Cry whispers into your ear. You shutter a bit, you've been waiting for a moment like this for so long but...
it didn't feel right. You couldn't place your finger on it but you slide away from his grasp fake laughing your way out of it. "I gotta go pee!! One sec!" you jog into the bathroom right of exiting his room.
You close the door and brace yourself onto the sink. Running the cold water you splash your face. 'This isn't like him, he's just lonely. He wouldn't think of you like that. He's probably horny. God you're like a sister to him' all these negative comments flushed into your head, repeating themself over and over again. You kneel on the floor with your hands still on the sink edges.
'You are just his friend. Only his friend' you shut your eyes and stand up splashing cold water on your face. Washing away the thoughts and your makeup. You calm down and look at your self, you might as well scrub the rest of your makeup off your eyes so you do. You take a deep breath and make a slow walk to his room again.
You realize you probably look worse then you thought you did, because once he saw you enter the room Cry sat right up asking if you were okay.
"I'm-Im fine trust me"
"No you're not, come here" he pats the bed next to him and you sit down. He brings you in for a hug and you cannot help but cry, not hysterical, but tears do stream down your cheeks. You loved this man, it was overly frustrating for you. You recall a conversation you had after he had told you he found a girlfriend.

~two year flashback~
"I know! Im so happy she's so great" he was beaming happiness but you couldn't the share it.
"Cry I need to tell you something, I've been meaning to for years" you have to tell him. He's already been swept from under your feet, no need keeping it in anymore. He went silent.
"What is it? You okay?"
"I..." you swallow the knot in your throat. "I love you, I have for a long while now. I know nothing will happen with us, but I couldn't help getting feelings for you. Sorry" you took away from his special moment of finding someone. You were selfish but it had to be done.
"(Y/N)..." he said sympathetically. There was no more to be said, he had a girlfriend that was the end of it.
~end~

While crying into this mans chest you think 'Did he ever love me like I do him? Will he? Can I ever get over him? How can I possibly'
     "Shh-sh" Cry says softly, God you hate him. This whole ordeal causes you so much pain, but the only one who can make it better is him. Which ultimately makes it worse.
     "Can you tell me why you're crying?" he brings your face up so he can see you. He does the classic wipe the tears off with his thumb trick, trying to calm you down.
     "I've already told you" please god don't let him make you confess again in person.
"You have?" he's clueless.
"I still love you Cry."