Don't Forget- Pewdiecry/Melix fanfiction

Don't Worry About It

Guilt.

Regret.

Sadness.

Marzia.

Those were the words that ran like a bullet through the youtuber's mind.

What have I done? he thought. A vision of Marzia pointing to a wedding dress pictured in his mind. Her smile. Her laugh. Her voice. Everything about her just made Felix even more upset.

"What am I going to do without you?" he questioned to himself, a tear streaming down his face. He missed her, he loved her, and now she's gone.

Gone.

The word echoed through his mind. It burned a hole in his heart. The blonde hoped that this was just a dream. A terrible dream. That in a moment he would wake up beside her. And she would still be there.

He shut his eyes.

He opened them.

He wasn't sleeping.

And this wasn't a dream.

* * *

He soon arrived in Florida. He dragged his luggage into a cab that would soon bring him to a hotel. The cab driver was a middle aged man, who's hair was slicked back with gel, and collar popped.

"Can you please turn on the radio?" Felix asked, desperately wanting to get his mind off of the situation.

The driver put on station 4. Felix thought that it used to be 4.6, but the radio station was a big fan of a popular book series, yet the swede still didn't understand why it was so important to remove the 6. He heard the station managers name was Veronica and just to his luck, always gave news about the wars on the world.

"Breaking news," the radio began.

"3 bombs have been dropped on Gothenburg, Sweden Airport."

Felix's heart stopped. Marzia was right outside.

"Yikes. Glad I wasn't there." the driver said, his eyes still on the road.

Rage clouded Felix's mind. He couldn't think straight anymore. He punched the cab driver in the face.

The cab spun out of control. Yet the driver managed to get it back on track.

"What the-"

"SHUT UP YOU SELFISH ATROCITY TO SOCIETY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED DURING THAT BOMB?!" Felix yelled, furious with the man driving the cab. Right then and there the driver could have kicked the swede to the street, taking all of his belongings. He could have called the cops. Or even punch him back. But instead the driver showed compassion.

"Listen, kid, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything like that."

The driver never looked at Felix when he said that, just kept his eyes glued on the road like before. Felix began to sob.

The man patted the blonde's shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay."

* * *

When Felix arrived at the hotel, he thanked the driver for being sympathetic, and entered the hotel.

It wasn't much. Of course Marzia and Felix didn't plan to stay there long. But plans changed.

When Felix got to his room, he decided to call up a friend who he could stay with until he could find his own house to buy.

Cry.

The swede dialed the number.

" 'sup," Cry answered. Felix was relieved to hear Cry's voice.

"Oh hey Cry," the youtuber said, trying to hide how upset he was under his voice.

"Pewdie! Oh hey! You sound a little funny, are you okay, bud?"

Felix froze. What was he going to say anyway? Oh hey my girlfriend's dead, can I crash at your place? He didn't want to lie, but didn't want to tell the truth.

"I was just wondering if I could stay at your place 'till I can...find a place of my own?"

Felix wondered if Cry had watched the news.

"Sure, and um, if you don't mind me asking, why?"

Once again the swede had to think fast.

"Don't worry about it, Cry."

* * *

Cry picked Felix up at the crummy hotel within ten minutes he called.

"Thanks, Cry." Felix said entering the car.

"No problem."

"I was listening to the radio the way here," Cry added.

Felix's eyes stared out the window.

"I heard about the war."

The swede was silent.

"I'm glad you're safe."

* * *

When they arrived at Cry's house, The blonde sat back in his seat. So did Cry.

There was a long silence.

Felix bursted into tears.

Cry pulled him into an embrace.

Through sobs, Felix said

again and again.

"Thank you, Cry...Thank you."

When the swede finished, all, Cry said was

"Don't worry about it."