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

Chapter 26.

You look Ry dead in the eye and say "I'm sorry". He still looks confused so you turn to the river in front of you, continuing "She called you, the first day I was here. You left your phone on the bed when you went to the store and I saw the name so I was curious, I know I shouldn't have but I answered the call. At first she was confused, thinking you had picked up. She went on about how she made a mistake and she wanted you back, before she could go on I interrupted her. And long story short she made me keep quiet about her call. She wanted to come here to see you by the end of the week. I could have said something nasty to her, like I wanted to, but I didn't" you pause a moment, relaxing your shoulders. "I thought she would change her mind or something would come up so I didn't tell you because I didn't want to get your hopes up or upset you further."
You turn to him  "I know I should have told you but I didn't know how to approach it." Ryan stays silent while he listens to your apology/rant. His face stays neutral so you can't place what he's thinking. After a moment you sigh and look down. "I didn't mean to keep it secret from you. I just think you guys should have some time apart, especially her since she is all over the place and needs some time to sort it out." you slink your shoulders down and shuffle your feet.
"It's not your choice (Y/N). If she wants to come her and apologize I'm not going to say no. People make mistakes all the time, and well. I wasn't good to her either and I wish I could have re-done it" he speaks quietly.
You listen carefully to his words, which end up replaying in your head. You recall all of the romantic tension that has been between you two over the past few days. And word he said that could have been taken as a flirt. Your head starts to pound with questions and confusion. "Listen" you mumble out. "If you want to go back to her, or are even considering it" you pause taking a second to look up at him with a pained face "will you please. Stop leading me on?"
You're done with the drama. A few days ago you were happy with never having a chance with him, fine with him moving on to someone new after Chey, fine with him finding happiness while you're stuck in the past. But it's unfair to you if he plays you like this. Since you didn't know him in person before this week, you can't tell if he does this with all his friends or is really just playing you. You speak up again "I was fine watching you be happy, moving on to someone new after Chey. But if you keep promising feelings you don't have towards me, it's gonna leave a scar Cry. You're my closest friend, so if you hurt me like this I don't think I can forgive you. Just open up to me and tell me. I can take it. But what I can't take, is you saying you would go for me and then jumping into her arms again. All I want is for you to be happy, but I don't need you to drag me further down with it".
You became so frustrated and confused you said a lot more then you wish you would. You bring your knees to your face to cover it, covering the tears running down your face. Ryan tries to put a hand on you, but you slap it away. Looking at him one finale time "If you don't tell me what you feel towards me, or Cheyenne I will not forgive you for hurting me." you repeat, dead serious.
Ryan is taken aback by this, clearly upset he bows his head unblinking. Thinking about what to say. You stand up and turn towards your stuff, walking to it you grab the cameras and take a picture of the river. This will be the last time you visit Florida you decide. 'He needs to decide what he wants before I can cope with his decision.' you think to yourself,once again tucking your head into your knees, waiting for him to say he is ready to leave.

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You roll over in the uncomfortable bed underneath of you. The rest of Tuesday was a blur, you told him to tell you what (who) he wants, but he never replied. Ryan had dropped you off at your hotel when you asked and he didn't object. When you left the car he was going to say something, but stopped himself. That moment alone could have kept you awake for days, considering all the things he could have said.
Tuesday was over and Wednesday has begun.
Sliding out of bed you rub your neck, it was stiff and sore from the pillows. You close the blinds and consider putting your pajama pants back on but decide against it. Pants don't matter right now. You sit down at your computer and google fun things to do alone in Florida. Since you're on the fence about calling Ryan or not.
Running your fingers through your hair you search through many google pages, nothing catching your eye. 'Must not be in the mood for anything' you think to yourself. You decide to check out your twitter, at least it's something to keep your mind busy. You see the regular feed and go through it.
Nothing catches your eye until you see "I'm sorry" that Cry posted. You roll your eyes and mumble "That's going to cause drama, who is it directed at? Did he replace Chey? Are they getting back together?". You say different questions his followers must have, a bit annoyed by it. Sighing you stretch out your back, shutting the laptop screen down. Looking at the clock next to you on the table it reads 1:07. 'Half the day wasted. I didn't even get to sleep. I've just been laying in bed'.
You sigh and leave the chair, needing some caffeine you put on some sweatpants. Sporting black sweatpants and a grey cami you leave the hotel room, disregarding your phone or cameras. Just taking your hotel key and wallet.
     Leaving the building you don't see anyone, it's completely empty even the front desk. You have a lot on your mind so you don't pay attention to it. Your feet guide you to the cafe. The small coffee shop is oddly empty, only a handful of people are sitting down on their phones or reading and drinking their coffee's.
     Walking up to the counter and clear your throat. A boy, who seems to be around your age, greets you. "Hello-whoa you don't look so good!" He says, his cheerful face turning to worry. "Just it was a long night" you mumble, rubbing you eyes and imagining what you must look like. No-sleep and frustration must be staining your face.
     "Well maybe some coffee could help that? What would you like?" He seems genially worried about you. "You know what" you pause looking at his name tag "Evan, I'll take whatever you want to make me" you try to flash a smile but it doesn't show much. He seems to understand though and plugs something into the register "I usually go for the green tea/cappuccino. It's our specialty." He smiles once again "oh and don't worry about paying, this'll be on the house"  he says quietly.
     "Isn't the manager or someone gonna get mad?" You question his kindness. "Don't worry about it. We like to focus more on making this a safe and stress free environment and have our customers leaving happy and relaxed." He leaves the till to make the drink. "Plus I can see in your eyes you're dealing with a lot, so just take your time and chill out".
     You would probably start crying again, if it weren't for you being in public and him being a complete stranger. "Thank you" you say as sincere as possible. "Go sit down, I'll bring it to you" he adds. You nod then turn to choose a table to sit at. There were so many tables available, you chose the one by the window/near the back of the café.