RoomMates

Day 5 Of Their Vacation (part five)

A/N: I sent the guy I liked 198 FUCKING MEMES TODAY!. IM AN EMO MEMEO (probably the best word to describe myself). I've also found the weird part of youtube. IVE FALLEN AND I CANT FUCKIN GET UP. THE MEMES ARE FOOKIN FABULOUS. (I've watched so much jacksepticeye I've started to say things that I wouldn't usually say like I say fer fokes sake. I spelled it how I said it).

AND SINCE I DIDNT HAVE ANY VIDEO FOR THE PICTURE ABOVE I GAVE YOU A SEPTIPLIER VIDEO WHICH I FOUND ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS. [FUN FACT: if you look up the word above it doesn't give you a definition, no. Instead. It tells you that it's considered one of the hardest words to translate]. So i hope you enjoy that video and this fluffy fuck up of a chapter :)
HAVE A GREAT FOOKIN' DAY YOU FAB FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!

Cody's Pov
Felix finally took his eyes off of him, texting the others to come to Cry's room when they were done
  But yet again, for the second time today, Felix couldn't take his eyes of Cry's bare chest. He didn't have any extra t-shirts.
  "Felix!. For fucks sake. i get that, I'm beautiful and all. But that doesn't mean you have an excuse to stare at me non-stop".
Felix blushed a deep red. Who wouldn't want to stare at him.
     But he could not—and he would not admit it, and he damn right knows it.
      "Shut up", he said looking in the opposite direction (which was a very bad idea).
     Because as soon as he turned around, Cry: bare-chested, tackled him. [Coincidentally, it auto-corrects chested to chastely. And since I don't want to make you wait I'll just say: LOOK UP THE DEFINITION AND YOU'll UNDERSTAND WHY ITS COINCIDENTAL].
Putting Felix between his legs and their faces inches apart.
      Felix's face was a bright red, his eyes widened as his breath hitched and smile disappeared.
      His heart was beating out of his chest as Cry silently stared at him with a smirk on his face.
      Looking into Cry's blue eyes, he gave a goofy smile. It lit up his world. His Swedish blue eyes sparkling in the midday sun while his face was a bright pink.    He was perfectly imperfect.
      From the way he laughed to his baby blue eyes. Every inch of his body is absolutely perfect
      Especially him. Not his accent, smile, or ass. The man himself, perfect: as a whole.
    "Get off of meh ya asshole". "NEVER".
     "Well then" fe' says, a devious smirk being placed on his lips as he flips them over, tickling the fuck out of him in the process.
      "AHH—n-no. STOP!. y-FE'. FUuuAH" he couldn't do anything but helplessly squirm and hit him with his shirt as he shouted amidst the laughter.
     But at last, he gathered the strength to push him off, pinning his arms above his head as the tables once again turned (metaphorically). 
      Their smiles were huge as they panted, out of breath. Happily staring at each other as they were only centimeters from kissing.
      They stared at each other lovingly. As if they were each other's worlds. Every once in awhile, glancing at eachother's lips.
They both wanted to kiss. But neither of them wanted to see the effects of it happening. Luckily, yet unluckily the door swung open.
"Oh-heyyyyyyyyyyyy" Mark says, raising his eyebrows at the men on the bed. Giving a sly smirk.
"Y'see I knew you were gonna help him take his shirt off" Jack commenting "we all know it isn't that hard t'anyway".
And heavens to Betsy. They were able to blush a deeper red than the others have ever seen.
They scramble to get off of each other in awkward silence, avoiding any and all eye contact.
"Hey fe' do you have a shirt I can borrow?, I might've packed a little short" "yeh, sorry about getting spit all over your shirt".
"It's okay".
"it sure is for him" Ryan snickers from across the room. The two just rolled their eyes, not even bothering to comment as they leave for Pewds' room.
Five minutes later, they come back into the room to find the others watching white chicks. "See I knew you guys were all basic!" as Mark takes a sip of his Starbucks.
"Well if you were up at four in the morning you'd need a coffee too!". Taking a sip of his coffee.
Making Jack giggle as they sat next to each other on the couch.
Cry felt comfortable in Fe's sweater, snuggled up in a blanket next to him as they joined in with the rest of them.
Ryan and Matt were strangely sat opposite of each other, Matt on the couch and Ryan on the other side, sat in front of it.
Ryan didn't feel like trying. He felt tired. He didn't want to be awake right now.
Thoughts that he didn't at all understand filled his head, not to mention the fact that he couldn't focus all because Matt's 'stupidly' cute face being more interesting than the movie Mark chose out.
When in reality he hadn't fully realized it. But he, Ryan Magee. Was heartbroken.
And as the movie ended and the room filled with laughter and conversations. He felt alone. [i decided to end it there since it started to get kinds depressing, and I'd rather not sadden this pretty happy chapter]