Some Things Should Remain Unspoken (Pewdiecry)

Chapter 7

A/N~ so much for post everyday :( but yea! I hope you enjoy this little- passage- if you will. I'm sorry if my writing is offensive- I don't intend it to be!!!! I love you ;U;

•Pewds P.O.V.•

"You sure you're ok, Cry?" I asked after at least five minutes had past of just us. Sitting across this small hallway. Facing each other. Not saying a word.

"Uh..." was his only response, not that I'd expect much more of a response after that. I could still feel the pleasure coarse through me- it felt so uncomfortable but yet so right. A few more minutes past when he finally spoke up. "I'll make breakfast I'd be happy to do it You want anything?" Cry spoke without stopping in between his sentences. Hell, he didn't even stop between words.

"Sure." I said, smiling awkwardly as I stood. I walked over to him and reached out a hand, hoping that he would accept. He just stared at me for a few moments before agreeing with my gesture and grabbing the palm of my hand. I may have pulled him up a bit too fast and he lost his footing, toppling forward until I caught him, still upright. He pulled away from my chest and looked into my eyes. He has such beautiful eyes. Caribbean blue with specs of gold, much like what you see when you buy those little jars of gold for a couple dollars at national parks such as Yellowstone.

"Uhm..." Cry managed to choke out, snapping me away from my thoughts. My cheeks flushed when I realized that I had been staring into his eyes the whole time. I looked down at my hand to see I'd entwined my fingers with his, but I quickly pulled my hand away.

"I'll have pancakes!" I practically yelled as I jumped back a good two or three feet. "I have blueberries and chocolate chips! Help yourself! I'll be in my room!" I rushed before turning and speeding to my room. I closed the door harder than I meant to and a cracking sound was heard, though the door didn't break. I turned the lock on the door knob and slid down the thin wood until I hit the floor. I re-lived those moments that had just past over and over again in my head.

'Cry probably thinks I'm delusional! A total maniac! It's not my fault he showed up here all unexpected! But why did it affect my actions so much?! AAAGH!!!'

I couldn't think straight. The more I thought about the events, the harder it was to control nerves. A shower. That's what I needed! I needed to take a warm shower and melt away the memories so that I'll start thinking straight! I mean- I have marzia! I don't need anyone else! I think...

•Cry's P.O.V.•

"Oh my god. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Just. Happened?!" I found myself saying out loud as Pewdie's door slammed shut. Did he just... Hold my hand?! HE. JUST. HELD. MY. HAND. I was in a frenzy inside my own head. Both sides yelling at each other over and over;

Gay! Straight! Gay! Straight! Gay! Straight!

Neither sides were looking to give up easy- but at this point- gay was becoming more dominant as well as more prominent. As my emotions battled it out, the logical left side of my brain decided to chirp in saying:

"Hey! Didn't pewds want pancakes? You should make some!"

At this point, I didn't care about my fighting emotions- I just cared about making pewds breakfast. I had become emotionless. Emotionally paralyzed. Traumatized, more like. My feelings towards Pewdie were at a stand-still as I made my way into the kitchen, grabbing bowls and ingredients. I worked monotone. I wish I could find another, more fitting word out there- but my work could only be described as monotone.

"Smells good." I heard the familiar Swedish accent calling from the doorframe into the hallway. Suddenly, my emotions kicked in all at once, sending anger, lust, hate, love- even cold and hot- all throughout my body. I turned to look where the voice had come from to see pewds slipping on a green shirt. But his body- the small glimpse of his body- sent shivers all over me. Hunger surging through all of my veins, all of my being. My cheeks began to heat up again, spanning the red from its original spot of right below my eyes, all the way down to the bottom of my neck. Now all my head was saying was;

Gay! Gay! Gay! Gay!

What's funny is I didn't mind it.