Some Things Should Remain Unspoken (Pewdiecry)

Chapter 5

•Pewds P.O.V.•

My eyes fluttered open to see the familiar ray of morning light stream into my room through my heavy curtains that have begun to fade from old age. My eyes began to burn and itch from being closed all night, so I quickly began running them and say up on my bed, pulling the covers back and setting myself on autopilot. The bathroom door swung open to reveal the pile of dirty clothes that needed to be laundered in the corner. I sighed and made another mental note to remember to do the laundry later. That's the fifteenth one this week. My toothbrush's handle was cold when I grabbed it from its usual place on the counter above the air vent. I had put it there assuming that the air vent would warm it, but that plan has ceased to become victorious. I opened the cap of the toothpaste and squeezed, but it was frozen solid. Shit. How was everything so cold in here? I turned to look around the room for a possible answer and saw that I had left the window open last night after shooing out a bird. Fucking birds. I sighed at the sheer stupidity that I had somehow possessed. Closing the window, I glanced back down at the dirty laundry. Better do it, now that I can't brush my teeth. The toothpaste will probably melt by then. I walked out the door, careful not to drop a single sock as I headed down to my laundry room. It was tucked away into a small room off the side of my hallway. It shared space as a broom closet. I threw the clothes into the opening on the side of my washing machine and threw in some laundry soap. I had never measured the amount of laundry soap before and it hasn't failed me yet. The tune of the machine whistled and then it started, startling someone in the living room. Someone in the living room? Who was in my apartment?! I padded in quietly but with speed still. Cry lay on the couch, his mask crooked, allowing me to see most of his mouth. I facepalmed from my failing memory before slowly walking up behind the couch to see if I could get a better angle on his face. I eyed through the mask, although I didn't get much more of a sight than before, but I noticed the loose strings behind his head. If I could just... I reached down and tugged on one of the strings, causing Cry to quickly react. By punching me. In the face.

"Pewds?! What the fuck bro?!" Cry shouted but was cut off by the cold floor hitting his back before he could say more. I fell back by the sudden impact, too and we both lay on either side of the couch. The seconds passed by like minutes before Cry poked his head around the side of the couch, his mask fastened back securely behind his head. "Sorry." he said quietly, crawling further from his shield made of cushion. I just frowned and stood up. I just... Really want to see his face.

"It's ok bro. My fault for being too pushy. I didn't mean to invade your privacy." I reached out a hand and smiled as he took it, letting me help him up from the uncomfortable, hard floor. He shrugged as he stood.

"I realize you're probably curious." he chuckled and pulled his mask up to reveal his smirk. Fuck. I gave him ammunition to torture me. But his lips were so... Pink. They looked so pink and moist and I just imagined my mouth on his and our tongues exploring each others- wait. WTF BRAIN?! "um... Pewds..?" Cry's voice practically woke me up. I realized I had been staring at his lips for quite sometime. I felt my cheeks burn as he pulled his arm around his body insecurely.

"Oh! I... I uh..." I searched for the seemingly non-existent words to form about my lips but they never arrived. Cry reached up and pulled his mask down, leaving me to remember a frown as the last thing I saw on his face. I sighed in defeat. "Sorry..." I whispered. I needed an excuse. "I'm just... Tired and... Hungry." I decided on. What the fuck kind of excuse was that?! Yea I was tired and hungry so I was staring at your mouth hurr durr.

"Ok." he smiled again. "Hey- where's your bathroom?" he asked. Before I could answer, he glanced over at the open bathroom door down the hall. "Oh, never mind!" he laughed and ran inside. He was probably glad to get away from me. God damn. What was my problem? I mean- I have Marzia, so I wasn't gay... I think...