RoomMates

Cry + Pewdiepie = Cewdie-pie.

A/N:
It starts off as Cry's Pov and switches to third. I honestly think I tried my best and by now it flows great. I'm proud so I'm not going to put the Pov's and you can tell me if I did it well. Judging it based on if you were able to read through it and see where I changed it from using 'cry' to 'he and Pewds'.

Nearly named this part Cry+Piss=kiss cuz I literally thought Pewds name was piss for a good minute of my life. So that happened. LUVE YOUSE PEOPLES AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

The others had finally left, leaving Fe' and I alone.
     "So what are we doing first?" I ask,"I'm thinking we could order some pizza, get minorly drunk, put on some cheesy Christmas music and put up the tree?" "Your gay is showing".
He eye rolls, saying "Shut up, you know you were thinking the same thing", and he was so right I admitted it, saying "Tru".
"oh wait a second!". He quickly walks away, me following after him as he walks into the kitchen where he opens a cupboard and pulls out an unfinished bag of candy from a challenge we did awhile ago together.
    And after a long amount of setting it all up. We had pizza, alcohol, candy and Mariah Carey's 'all I want for Christmas is you' playing while we started to put the tree together.
"This isn't exactly cheesy Christmas music" I say, getting a glare from him. "DONT COMPLAIN. MARIAH CAREY's ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU IS A GOD DAMN FUCKING CLASSIC. ENJOY IT BITCH". I swear to god he couldn't look more cute when he's sassy.
And even though it kinda ruined the romantic mood, it still was cliche as all hell.
     We both had ugly Christmas sweaters and Santa hats on, the only light we had was coming from a tall lamp and a billion scented candles we had placed around the house. It was as if it was some soppy Christmas movie.
Not to mention the fact that we decided to film it because god knows nobody did that before. [REFERENCES].

And an amount of alcohol, three quarters of a candy filled bowl and a tree building session later Felix suddenly runs out of the room only to come back with gold and silver tinsel wrapped around his neck. [the alcohol hasn't really kicked in yet]
"Where the fuck did you keep that shit?" I asked confusedly. "I pulled it out of my ass" "wouldn't be surprised".
    "Are you saying that I have a big fat ass?" "No fe' your ass is great. I'm just saying--" i sigh heavily, and start to laugh at our conversation, Fe' quickly joining in.
     "We are sooooo fuckin' stupid", I manage to say amidst our laughter, him nodding in response as we finally calmed down.
     He threw the tinsel around the tree, staying where he was in the doorway. He weirdly squatted down, me giving him a confused look as he says "try to throw a piece of candy in my mouth" opening his mouth.
I couldn't help but laugh at the way he was standing, mostly because I couldn't believe I actually love him as much as I do.
And as of now you'd think I'd be used to it when I'm sure as hell not. He always ends up surprising me, and it only makes me love him even more.
So after the death of many m&m's I finally made it in his mouth, the two of us cheering out of doing something right for once.
Sadly, while laughing he started to 'choke' on the m&m, thankfully not dying and just fake coughing as I bought it, making me have a near-heart attack.
But after he burst out laughing, falling onto the couch (facing upwards) I gave an eye roll before jumping on top of him.
He groans out of how heavy I am, saying "fer feks seke" while I pin him to the couch.
I knew exactly how I felt: on fire, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do: kiss him—Passionately; never letting him go—never giving in to the lie that true love is unobtainable.
    Because right now. In this moment, I have never felt more sure of myself that this: this connection, this feeling, this urge–is exactly what true love is.
    And if it isn't?. Then it is now.

And although I decided not to go with my gut (as usual), I did teasingly get as close to his face as I could before whispering "gotcha bitch!". 
      As quick as I could tickling every ticklish place known to man. Getting a weird mix of squeals and laughter out of the swede as I watch him squirm underneath me.
      He makes many attempts to get me off but he isn't strong enough.
     So I keep tickling him—that is, until he says "STOP IT CRY I WILL-I WILL..." he pauses, obviously trying to be serious, me asking "youu willl whaat" . 
      And before he could even do anything, Pewd's smashed his lips against Cry's, the taste of what they were drinking still lingered as their lips moved in sync with one another.
They both wouldn't remember this tomorrow, or at least that's what Pewd's thought, when in reality: Cry knew exactly what was going on.
Cry meant for this to happen.
So it wasn't a surprise that when they finally broke for air, Pewd's almost fell asleep immediately.
Luckily, Cry was sober enough to put some of the stuff away without meanwhile breaking it.
Afterwards, grabbing a quilt nearby and placing it on top of him and Pewds as he drifted asleep.

Waking up a few hours later with a slight headache and regret. He was one by one-listing all of the mistakes he made in life up until he got to the one he made only a few hours ago.
     Except, he was happy he felt those sparks. Because it confirmed he was real. It confirmed he wasn't weird–wasn't out of the ordinary—He was just a boy who fell in love. But the sad part is, they weren't both willing. One was drunk, and the other was half-drunk.
    But what made him feel the happiest was the fact that he kissed him.
    For Cry did not kiss Fe', Fe' kissed Cry. Even though it was a drunk kiss it was a kiss all the same.
    But as "Spill" was heard from behind him, he was wide awake, no longer half-asleep. Looking behind him to find the Irishman leaning on the couch with a smirk on his face . 'when did they get home?' He thought, but thats when panic kicked in.