Some Things Should Remain Unspoken (Pewdiecry)

Chapter 8

*Pewds' P.O.V.*

I stood in the doorframe for a bit- staring at Cry as he stared back at me. A minute or two went by until I smell a new scent coming from Cry's direction.

"Cry?" I asked and waved a bit- trying to snap him out of his trance, but he didn't move a muscle. "Cry?" I asked a little louder and took a step forward, but still no reaction. "Cry!" I said even louder, but not to the point that I was yelling. He flinched a bit and then brushed his hair back with his hand, which he had been doing frequently since he got to my house. OH- excuse me- 'apartment'.

"Yea?!" He asked, a little shocked by reality flooding him out of his little dream world.

"The pancakes..?" I laughed as my eyes shifted to the now burning pancakes on the stove.

"Shit!" Cry quickly threw the pancake in the air and caught it on its uncooked side in the the frying pan. "Thanks... I'll just take this pancake.." I could see the red of his cheeks from where I was standing.

"Aw, nonsense!" I laughed and walked up to get a closer look at his cooking. "I like 'em crispy anyway!" Cry had begun to put it on his stack but I quickly swiped my plate under the pancake, catching it perfectly.

"Its ok! I'll eat it! I burnt it anyway!" Cry desperately tried to grab my plate, but I just stretched out my arm so that it was out of his reach.

"Ah, ah, ah!" I said swiping my finger back and forth in front of his face like a parent would do when telling their child not to touch something. "What did I just say?" I placed the plate on the island table in the middle of the room and slid it away before sassily putting my hands on my hips and slightly leaning over him due to my three inch height advantage.

"You would eat it..." Cry mumbled under his breath.

"I can't hear you."

"You would eat it.." Cry spoke slightly clearer but still quietly.

"I'm sorry- did you say something?"

"You said you would eat it, ok?" He crossed his arms and took a step back.

"Good boy, Cry!" I laughed and ruffled his hair before walking to the fridge to grab some whipped cream.

"I'm not a dog..." I heard him mumble again as I squeezed the cream onto my pancake and added chocolate chips on top. Cry had left them on the counter in front of me.

"Woof." I laughed as I saw his shoulders relax a bit. He was fun to tease.