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

Chapter 30.

     Cheyenne doesn't say anything and just places her hands over her face, covering her tears. You step back, awkwardly inching towards the door. Ryan grabs your hand before you could make your escape. He faces you and says quietly "stay". You give him a look to describe how awkward you felt in this situation. And in return he shot you a pleading look, that made you give in.
     You carefully walk over to his bed and climbed over to the wall. Getting settled, Ry's attention switches from you back to the crying girl in front of him. He places a hand on her shoulder hesitantly. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to defend my friend" he says stealing a glance at you.
     Chey lifts her head out of her hands. she takes a breath and sighs heavily. Ryan takes his hand away from her shoulder, and then rests it back at his side. She clears her throat before saying "I came here to ask for your forgiveness Ryan. I also wanted to try to get you back, but I'm messing that up too' her head drops while she's talking.
     Ry's expression changes from hesitant to sympathetic, he looked drained and in need of a hug, one that you desperately wanted to give him. But you stay put, knees pulled into your chest watching quietly. He speaks up "Of course I'll forgive you. But" he pauses to consider something. His presences, body language, facial expression all look hurt. Again all you wanted to do was walk over and hug the man. "I don't think we could be good for each other again Chey" Ryan's words drifts off.
     These two hurting people were having such a raw, dramatic conversation in front of you. It was odd but you kind of understood why Ryan wanted you in the room. You suppose it was to help him stay grounded or something, you wanted to help in any way you could so you stayed. But you're feet away from them, sitting in a ball on Ryan's bed spectating the entire thing.
     "I know" Cheyenne replies, giving up the fight. He stays quiet while letting her continue. "I just needed to come here and tell, in person." "I appreciate that" he says, shifting his weight from both legs to one.
     At this point you felt like it was time for you to leave, let them chat in private. Ironically you began to get a bit hungry and very thirsty while the two in front of you were talking. Seeing the perfect moment to leave, you climb out of the bed and exit through the door. Ryan paid no attention to you, neither did Cheyenne. They were in their own little world, and you were willing to respect it and let them be.
     You head up the stairs and go directly to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass you fill it with some water and jump up onto the counter.
     After you finished your water you began swinging your feet, unsure of what to do. You could go back down stairs, but didn't want to intrude any more then you already had. You steal a glance over at the microwave, searching for the time. Shocked you read it as it said 7:58. You and Ryan had been playing games downstairs for a long time you suppose.
     An idea pops into your head.
      You hop off the counter and sneak down the stairs. Careful not to be seen, you lean against the wall next to Ryan's bedroom door. One leg on the first step of the stairs and the other planted on the carpet. You heard laughter coming from the room. Smiling you head back upstairs.
     Cheyenne's drama really caused a stir, but you were thankful that they were able to resolve it. You honestly did not trust Cheyenne, and couldn't know if she had ulterior motives to coming here but you were sure that Ryan would get some sort of closure out of this. And his happiness and well being was all you cared about.
     Your plan was to go back to the hotel, grab your phone and change. Maybe see if there's a pizza place on the way back, since it was so late and all you and Ryan have had to eat were chips and basic junk foods. Even if pizza wasn't the healthiest option, it was the easiest with what little knowledge you had of the state you're in.
     You leave the house after sliding on your sneakers. Following the street lights that lined the roads you eventually come to the hotel. The visit to your room was as brief as you thought it would be. The first thing you do after closing the door behind you is charge your phone, just in case it was low. Before changing you head into the bathroom to wash your face. Once the soap was off of your face you rested your hands on the sink. Head down, you just let the water drip off of your features. You thought deeply about everything that happened during the week, and were thankful it was coming to a close. You still had the pit of dread in your stomach, but it had subsided a tad. You supposed the feeling was only still lingering because of your distrust for Cheyenne, you suspect she might try something.
     The thought crossed your mind 'what if she does try something?'. Plenty of actions cross your mind, the first two were enough for you to slap a towel on your face and rush out of the bathroom. Tearing through your duffel bag you grab black leggings and an over sized t-shirt. An easy change, you think to yourself. Gabbing your small backpack, you place your laptop and phone in, along side both of their chargers. Once you were all ready, you tie up your sneakers and leave the hotel.
     Before leaving the lobby you googled 'closest pizza place' into your phone, thankful to be able to have the technology at your finger tips once more. Apparently to the internet, the closest restaurant was a few blocks away.
     You keep the phone out in your hand to make sure you're heading the right way while jogging to the building. You make it there pretty quick, the building was average and nothing about it was particularly interesting to note. The service was slow, and the entire time you waited for your order to be finished, your leg was shaking and you were a figiting mess.
     Finally they finished the order, handing it to you and wishing you a good night. You smile at them and then book it out the door. The restaurant was quite a bit away from Ryan's house. And carrying the pizza boxes made it difficult and awkward to run. You place the boxes in one hand, grabbing your phone with the other. You tried to call Ryan but had no reception, since you were in a different country. And when you were buying your phone plan you never even considered that you would travel to the country south of yours, it just didn't come to mind. You sighed and rushed even more to get back to the mans house.
     Once you walked up to the front door, you were panting. Taking a minute to breath and making sure you were presentable you let yourself into the house. The house was quiet but you could hear talking from downstairs. You kick your shoes off with some difficulty, since you tied them tighter then normally back at the hotel. Holding the pizza out of the way of your sight you traveled down the stairs and used your elbow to knock on the door frame.
     Getting both Chey and Ryan's attention.