RoomMates

DONT CRY, CRAFT!

A/N: 250 VOTES?!
FUCKING. INSANITY.
I feel so bad publishing this chapter because I don't think it's a very happy one, and I wish I could somehow celebrate 250 but I can't. So I hope you like it.

By the way, in advance if I spell Ryan's name  Rian it's because my actual name is Rian and it's pronounced the same way in my head. Usually I will just spill onto the page so I may do it accidentally, but hopefully I catch any of those when I reread/edit these things.

And lastly, how do you like the new cover, I would put chibis or something near it but I couldn't find ones for Ryan and Matt so that was out of the question.

Cody's Pov
His heart was beating a mile a minute as he felt the weight of impending doom pressing on his chest.
   Why. WHY NOW. Out of all times he could have an anxiety attack he had to now.
    He couldn't control his breathing, and it was getting to its peak very quickly.
    He tried every method from thinking about the calm ocean to the one person he loves. Why is thinking about him not helping. It ALWAYS worked.
     But at that moment he realized...Felix was the reason he was feeling this way.
     He was hurting. His world was finally collapsing underneath him. Luckily, Jack was there to hold his hand.
    Immediately understanding his body language and squeezing his hand as if his life depended on it. Jack knew that his attacks could be bad and so far this was the worst one yet, but he didn't know what actually was happening within Cry's mind.
    And only to make matters worse, Fe' was just waking up beside him. So Jack took the liberty of making his friend happy and picked Cry up, bringing him into his own room and locking the door behind him.
     Laying him down on the bed Cry started to hyperventilate. Of course, Jack didn't know it was going to escalate this quickly but once he heard a knock on his door he knew he had to get the others. What could I use for excuses. Well let's see: bad hangover, nah. panic attack?, Nah. And then it hit him: nightmare.
      So he opened the door to see felix. Letting him in the room to find Cry had gone unconscious.
     Felix was quick to come in,
[( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)] rushing into the room as if his life depended on it, and right now: it especially did.
     His heart sank to the bottom of his chest, but he didn't know why.
     He knew he loved him, but seeing him like this just made him feel broken. He wasn't there when Cry needed him he thought, when in reality he was laying there unconscious because he was there when he wasn't needed.
    Because it's the realization that they made their own choice to waste a moment of their life with you that makes you feel special, different, and especially unique.
    But all Cry felt was heartbroken. "W-what happened!" He said, startling the green haired boy as he swung around.
   "He....was having an anxiety attack" Jack knew he couldn't lie to felix, they know each other too well to tell the different between any of the lies and a truths coming out of there mouths.
      But as Cry finally came to, he started to cry his eyes out without even taking a second to look around.
      Felix finally relaxed as he stared at the broken boy.  But as soon as he started to cry, within a split second Fe was on the bed next to him, comforting him like a teddy bear. 
    Whispering "Shhhhh-Cry....shhhhh.....Don't cry, craft" while hugging him as loosely as he could while getting a slight chuckle from the tiny male.
    And after Jack left the two alone Cry had finally calmed down, by now sitting on Fe's lap with his head on Fe's tear-drenched shoulder.
    He finally picked up his head, staring at Felix with his glossy bloodshot eyes made Fe' just want to never let go. Never let go of the tether" keeping them tied together and keeping the two of them from going any higher and any lower.
    But of course as they stared at each other a weak smile found itself upon our faces as Cry gave a quiet chuckle, getting a confused look from fe'.
    "I'm such a cry baby". Getting a little shake of the head and a weak smile back.
   The Irishman was heard from the hallway saying "If you two are done with your intervention we're waiting for you to come down so we can decorate the tree" "aw, I like it in here". Unluckily he heard.
    Replying, "Yeah I do too. CUZ ITS MY FOOKIN' ROOM" making the two laugh as they finally leave the room.
      But before Cry could walk any father Felix spun him around, wiping the excess tears away and making Cry's smile widen.
     "Let's goooo!" So the seven ate, decorated the medium sized tree and ended up not getting drunk.

Cry's Pov
"Yeah what happened last night anyway, don't tell me I got drunk!" He laughed it off nervously.
I stayed silent, softly nodding as I tried to figure some way to get out of talking about last night.
    "You were hilarious though. "please tell me you got that shit on camera" Mark says.
"Sadly I did not..." I say awkwardly as I hope to go die in a hole.
"Did I make a fool of myself?" "Not really. But you sure acted like an idiot before you passed the fuck out".
"God dammit" he pouts, his cheeks tinted a light red, making him look even more cute than before.
We all laughed, placing ornaments onto the tree while we told stories, made really bad jokes, and at one point having a dance-off ending all of us except the energy-filled Jack and Mark who were still at it like wildfire.

Cody's Pov
Matt went to let Chica in, running into the house she went straight for Jack, running passed Mark (who was open arms on the floor).
"DOWGEY!" Jack shouts, nearly knocking the tree over as he was jumped on and knocked onto the floor with a groan and a big Irish laugh.
"Ouch. Chica-Bicaaaa" Mark pouts saddened.
Seeing this, Chica licked Jack's face once more before getting off the small man and running to himself Mark, making Mark's pout turn into a toothy smile as she excitedly licks his face.
     Jack couldn't handle the amount of cuteness happening before him. Giggling as he watched the two with a smile plastered on his face.
Getting the cute dog off of him he sat up and started to murmer nonsense in a higher pitched voice. Chica laying on his lap as he talked.
He knew he had to say something now that he was caught staring, so he decided to just calmly blurt out "She is just too cute".
In the back of his mind thinking 'you know damn well that it's him that's cuter'. But quickly denying it as he reminded himself 'Mark would be weirded out. He's only my best friend'.
    "Yes she is. Yes you are, yes you are my Chica Bica" "-aaaand you still talk to her as if she's a baby" "yes I do, yes I really do".
    Jack rolled his eyes, slightly chuckling as he knelt down next beside him, petting the dog with Mark while the others talked and decorated.
    "FE', THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BEAUTIFUL TREE AND YOU PUT A BASICALLY NAKED GIRL ON IT!" "I'm not keeping that ornament in my room" "FELIX KJELLBERG" Cry couldn't help but smile as Fe's foolish ways.
   Luckily he replies "FINE!. But..." he takes a moment to make sure no one else is listening in, continuing in a whisper "I'm putting it on Mark's door".
     Cry rolled his eyes with a chuckle, whispering a slightly annoyed (but still cutely stubborn) "whatever" before resuming with what he was doing while Felix walked away, up the stairs and out of sight.
He's such a fucking idiot, I love it.