Cry's POV
I sat in the bed of the ute. We pulled over for a second so Sally and Tuesday could swap driving. It was both of their first times in a car. Good thing we were in the desert. Wide open spaces.
I watched Felix as he slept. Not creepily. Contentedly. He was beautiful. Truly.
His long unruly blonde hair matching his blonde long beard. Too overgrown to be purposeful. He still looked perfect to me.
I wish. I wish so many things. I wish we find. A cure. I wish this never happened. I wish he would love me back. Would look at me as I look at him.
Would treat our kids like he treats his.
It'll never happen in this hell of a life.
But in my mind I am happy.
And I think the closest I can get to that in reality is this. Sitting here with him. No façade to keep up.
Just relaxing.
We finally reached some civilisation and buildings started appearing. Slowly then lots. The noise was attracting them. My gunshots woke him.
"Cry? What's going on?" He asked.
"Go back to sleep PewDie. I'll take care of it," and that's as close to a loving nickname for him I will get.
"No Cry," he groaned as he sat up. Could his sleepy voice be less sexy please. "I have to help you," he said and blinked repetitively to wake up.
I can't take my eyes off his face. Dreading the moment he asks me why I don't have to shave. Why I look more like a girl the longer my hair gets. The less evident the male growth hormones become as I can't take them anymore.
I could tell even the amount of chocolate and biscuits we had eaten recently had all gone to my hips. I just want to be a guy. Not in love with his best friend.
But I can't be.
I wish. I wish. I wish.
We sat side by side as we aimed and fired again and again.
I turned and spoke to Tuesday through the little window.
"Can we pull over. I haven't slept yet," she turned to face the road and pointed at a building two blocks down and looked back at me.
"Looks good," she nodded and told Sally.
We pulled into the building. It was a diner. Was. The classic checkered walls were stained with blood.
I needed to sleep desperately.
We parked the car and I stabbed the zombies with my machete before joining them inside.
Pewds was asleep in a booth. Penny in the one across from him. I smiled sadly at them before laying down a sleeping bag in the one back to back with Pewds.
Unfortunately I only got two hours sleep.
I woke up with that weird feeling I get once a month.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I checked my bag but of course Pewds had packed it. I had nothing.
Oh god nothing had been more awkward in my entire life. And I am a girl everyone thinks is a boy. Tuesday was asleep down the very end.
I'm awkwardly approached her and gently shook her awake.
"Cry? Is everything okay?" She asked loudly as she woke herself up.
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Cure Me (PewDieCry Fanfic 2)
FanfictionSequel to Save Me Felix's adopted daughter Tayla is a zombie. He did it to save her. So the zombie virus would kill the cancer destroying her body. So there was the possibility of saving her. Of reversing the disease and of bringing her back health...