Only a Mask // Cryaotic

Cry's View on Florida Merch

**(Sorry long time no post baes. Cry introduced me to Savant. I'm always up for new dubsteps. You guys shouls check out MRTN, my Swedish kinda-friend Povel's remix group. On to the chapter.)**

      "Did you get any yesterday, Cry?" Felix ran a hand through his sandy hair with the gayest smile I'd ever seen as he quietly stepped out of the room he shared with Marzia.

"Got so much. I tapped da booty." I replied in a yawn. He laughed silently.

"I'll take that as a no then. But Cry I totally ship you two. Sugoi kawaii." He took an apple out of the mini fridge and bit into it, leaning back on the counter. "How old is she?"

"She's 22 I think. Not like you and Marzia, man. You're robbin' the crib." His reply was a grunt. Next door we could faintly hear y/n's music playing. She was awake pretty early, considerting how late we all stayed up. I wanted to say I liked her. But what if she had a boyfriend? Hell, I didn't even know where she lived. 

"Go over and talk to her again. Marzia wants to go look at surf shops and get her flip flops an junk. Ask if she wants to come. So you aren't a lonely Ryan." He had a point. I could at least get to know her more.

     I awkwardly knocked on her door again, hoping she'd be down to come. The music stopped and I could hear a few grunts before she reached the door.

"Ryan. I shoulda known." Her eyes looked tired; so did her smile.

"Y/n... Sorry to bother but, Pewds and Marzia want me to come with them to look at tourist stuff. I'd like a buddy...?" She smiled and nodded, to my suprise.

"Hell yeah! Saves me from typing my article all day. But I need to put clothes on that won't make my sweat, sweat.." I quickly glanced down at her petit frame and noticed her Diplo hoodie. She liked dubstep?

"I'll bang on the wall to tell you when Marzia is up and ready. The code." I replied. 

"Sounds good, Cry." I watched as she closed the door.

     "Do you like the pastel ones, or these flowery ones?" I watched y/n and Marzia hover over a pile of girly flip flops and sandals. Felix was picking through a bin of Florida frisbees beside me. "For Edgar." He murmured. I continued to look then heard Pewds chuckle.

"The fuck bruh?" I grunted back in reply. "You're being creepy man." He laughed, picking up a tie-dye disk. He was right. I didn't say it, God forbid he needed to hear me agree, but he was right. Marzia bounced over and held up a pastel blue pair of sandals. Y/n trailed behind with a pair of short-shorts that had "Florida" printed on the ass. "Don't judge me." She grunted, hitting my shoulder. I hid my laugh and followed as they went up to pay. I lived here; I didn't need anymore junk with Florida printed on it.

 "Lesgo swimming." Felix said suddenly from the back seat. We were driving to get food.

"We don't have our swimsuits." Y/n grunted beside me. Marzia simply laughed.

"Clothes swimming."