Pictures /PewdieCry ♥

Chapter 1

Pewdie's POV.

I was crying my eyes out, resting my head on my arms as I lay on the desk. I couldn't believe it just yet. I was angry, depressed, and frustrated I couldn't do nothing about it. She was gone. My sweetpea...

I continued crying for a while, and after calming myself down a little I decided to put my headphones back on and heard someone else crying. Opening Skype, I saw my best friend Cry, ironically, sobbing as I was just a moment ago and cursing between sobs. I chuckled quietly so he couldn't heard me.

"Hey man."

He flinched, and looked up at the screen. His silver blue eyes were red and puffy from crying so much, and his long chocolate brown hair was messy (though, it was pretty much very normal for him to always have messy hair). He leant back to the chair, adjusting his glasses, running a hand through his hair and crossing his arms over his chest. He tried to look completely nonchalant, as if nothing happened.

"Hey" he quietly greeted me, his mouth tightly shut and twitching a little. One of his cats jumped onto his lap and he started caressing it softly. The sight made me smile, I found adorable that he loved cats so much. He had like 4 cats in his house. I couldn't help but chuckle, and he frowned when he heard me laughing at an innapropiate moment.

"Finished The Walking Dead game?"

"Damn right I did" he growled and slammed a fist onto his desk, which made the cat on his lap get scared and it quickly jumped off his lap. I could see it running out of the room. Tears were starting to slide down his face and he took his glasses off to wipe his tears and then placed them back on place. "It seems like you did a while ago, too."

"Indeed. I was crying like a baby."

We both stared at each other for a while and then started laughing histerically.

"Man, we are such a pair of pussies" I commented, choking in laughter.

"Not at all, friend." he said between laughs. "Ken and Toby told me they cried like idiots too. It's just inhuman not feeling sad with that god forsaken game."

As we finally calmed down a bit, he asked "Mind if I take a picture of you?"

"Not at all, go on"

He nodded in excitement and took a picture of his screen. "I call this one 'pussies for life' " he chuckled, then showed me the picture. There I was, with my eyes still red and puffy for crying so long, and my blond hair everywhere, in the front, the rest kept down because of my green headphones hanging there.

I sighed. "You are not going to put this on your wall will you?"

He laughed more. His laughter I loved so much.

Wait. Jesus fucking christ. I need to stop thinking of my best friend that way.

"Of course it will go to the wall." he stuck out his tongue. "It's going to be the best memory."

"Nuh-uh, the best was our horrified faces after reading a smut fanfiction."

We both laughed our asses off and at the same time cringing and blushing at the memory of us both reading the fanfiction, and the horrified faces of both me and Cry, he besides his computer screen and me displaying on it.

Cry loved taking pictures, or as he calls it, "making memories" of everything that seemed interesting to him or with someone he really appreciates and then hanging them on the wall next to his bed. He explained that he liked to remember the nice moments and that when he was depressed he liked to stare at his wall, which he was very proud of, to make him feel better. He could be a very nice photographer.

He's shown me his wall up close while we were videochatting many times before. I'm always the first person he tells when he adds new pictures to his collection. His pictures included that of his pets, his sister (her only family), both his friends close to him and online, random places he visited, concerts, etcetera. It made me quite happy knowing that I was in most of the pictures. Even if we hadn't met in person yet, we spent a LOT of time talking to each other. Again, it made me so happy knowing that I was part of so many of his most fond memories. It showed how important I was to him as... his friend.

Whatever, Cry and I kept talking about The Walking Dead Game after some hours until my roomate and all-life friend Marzia called me for dinner. He said he had to go feed the cats and some other stuff anyway so we waved each other good bye for now. I watched him as he didn't close Skype, perhaps wanting to keep talking to me after we were done with our stuff, and he just stood up picking up a cat, hugging it and walking off the room, turning off the lights. All the way Cry went out of his room, I caught myself staring at his ass. I mean, hell, he was skinny and seemed shorter than me and it just stood up so much, I couldn't help but stare at it... what the hell am I doing staring at his butt anyway.

What was weird about him was, not only his nice ass, his voice. He was blessed with such deep and sexy voice it could attract any kind of person. Even animals I think. Sometimes he would just start singing random songs when we played together and his cats all went to him showing affection towards his master. I loved seeing Cry being all adorable with the cats, it made me happy for some reason. But he looked younger than he was, despite of always having a slight stubble, he was really childish in a lot of aspects. But I liked that a lot. He always managed to make me smile.

Ok, enough Felix. You're thinking too much about him again.

After getting out of my thoughts I sighed and cleaned my face as there were dry tears on my cheeks and around my eyes (and I sure as hell didn't want Marzia asking why I was crying as the reason was incredibly stupid), and headed downstairs to the dining room, as I rubbed my hands together with nervousness.

I had something really important to talk about with Marzia, something that I just hadn't had the guts to tell her now from some years ago. I hope she accepts it though, and we can both be happy... I guess. I didn't want to scare her off and making she want to leave because it would be too awkward for both of us living together. I liked a lot living with her, she always cooks the nicest meals and she is a great company. She's so kind and nice I can't help but admire her. Plus, I'll feel incredibly bad if I started living alone again because of some mistake I did. I don't think I could live with myself if that ever happened.

Anyway, back on topic, I've been trying to tell her the past few weeks but I never felt like it was the time already. But I felt sure, or kind of, that I will surely confess to her this time.

When I got to the dining room I sat down at the table and Marzia came in with two plates in both of her delicate hands, placing one in front of me and I thanked her with a slight smile. She blushed a little, placed hers in front of me and sat across. We started eating in complete silence. I was pretty hesitant debating myself whether I should tell her or just keep it to myself, and when I was about to say something she quickly said first: "Felix... I need to talk to you about something..."

I cleaned my mouth with a napkin and eyed her curiously. "Tell me."

Her gaze started flickering and she grabbed some strands of her hair and rolled them between her fingers, seeming nervous about what she had to tell me. "It's just that... You know..." she cleared her throat before continuing, her cheeks starting to get red. "We... We have been friends for a really long time now... A- and... You know..." she stuttered. "Since I started understanding what feelings were... I- I found myself... falling for you by each year we spent together..."

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened hearing those words that just came out of her mouth. "Marzia..."

She then looked at me right on the eyes, taking my hand on hers. "Felix, I love you, okay...? And I couldn't just keep it to myself anymore."

The time has come Pewds.

Man up and tell her what you have to say already.

"Marzia..." I started. "I also have something to confess to you..."

Her eyes were bright with happiness as she squeezed my hand and smiled "Yes, Felix?"

My mouth opened nervously.

"I'm gay."