Rating - PG-13
Strong language - Minimal
Shippings/Pairings - PewDiePie+Cryaotic
Mature content - N/A
Love is too powerful, it can’t be trusted.
The morning light just barely made its way into my room. The room had a mixture of smells, one was most likely sex, and the other was sweat. It filled my nostrils, and I knew I’d most likely have to clean up before Felix woke up. I wondered if this was it, was Felix finally mine - no one else in the way?
I debated on allowing him to go home and discuss it with Marzia. I wanted to come along just to see the look on her pretty little face, her shock when she found out I had won the Swede over. It would be like receiving a video game console for Christmas when you were little. It’d be a bit of an ass move, but it didn’t matter because Felix had confessed to me finally. He slept with me, and meant it. I confided in him, too.
Shifting out of Felix’s arms, I slid towards the edge of the bed, rubbing my temple. I was buoyant, and it was more than just the high of sex.
Picking up my glasses that rested on the nightstand next to the bed, I wiped off the lenses with the blanket and slid them on, the whole room grew clear and brighter. I directed my gaze towards Felix’s, his breathing was slow and gentle, it almost made me wonder how he ever managed to love someone like me in return. Leaning over, I pecked him on the cheek and stood up.
Flicking off one of his shirts from the floor, I giggled when I saw how it hung around my mid-thighs, and the sleeves hung over my hands. Walking out of the room, I looked around the messy and disorganized living room and then towards the kitchen. It was a new day, and I decided to take advantage of it by cleaning up my life.
You can’t make everyone happy.
Grumbling, I awoke with a strong hunger. My stomach was sick with hunger, and my mouth felt dry. Last night must’ve drained me of all energy. Running my fingers through my shaggy blonde hair, I looked around with a slight sadness and guilt. Marzia must be worried sick; but I had to remind myself that I was with Cry now, not her. It made me seem like an ass for abandoning her so suddenly and without notice, but I promised I’d do it later.
Once I had partially woken up and opened up my senses more, I heard a vacuum from outside of the closed door and looked over to see Cry’s side of the bed empty. A small smile tugged at my lips, he let me sleep in, how cute.
I lay back down and tucked my hands behind my head, staring blankly up at the ceiling. My thoughts wandered, but before I could pinpoint them to a specific subject involving Cry’s situation with ‘Mad’, I saw his laptop from the corner of my eye, lying upon his littered desk crammed with empty beer cans, paper plates that had food stains on them, and his microphone and headset. A sudden idea brightened up my mind, and I practically leaped out of bed, stumbling on shoes to get to the desk chair. Quickly picking up one of my pure black boxers, I searched around for my shirt. No luck. Ignoring it soon after, I hesitantly looked at the door, still hearing the vacuum and quietly sat down.
Picking up the screen, I discovered it to already be on, but the battery was dangerously low. Grabbing the charger that lay next to it, I plugged it into the inlet and then into the laptop. Opening Google Chrome, I placed my fingers at the home row and began typing a ribbon of words into the search bar. A whole list of suggestions for the topic appeared on the screen, and I clicked on the second suggestion, squinting at the small text with the information on it. Scribbling down the phone number inscribed on the websites homepage, I smiled and leaned back to grab ahold of my pants, searching through my pockets to come across my cellphone and calling the number. Within moments, a voice greeted me and asked what I needed.
“I’d like to book an appointment for-…” I trailed off, searching. “friend of mine.”
“Name of the patient, please?”
“Okay, and is he aware of the appointment?”
“Yes,” I lied.
“Okay, Mr. Wensh will be able to see him… this Thursday, is that alright?”
“Okay, thank you, sir, have a nice day.”
I hung up the phone, barely able to cover my excitement; I closed the tabs on the laptop and stood up. Should I tell him yet…? No, it could wait until after a shower.
I stepped into the bathroom next door unnoticed and closed the door behind me, starting the water and waiting for it to grow warm. Stepping inside, I closed the white curtains and relaxed against the steaming hot water that soothed my muscles and made me forget about the one problem I needed to face now.