Felix had never felt so depressed in his entire life. Marzia had left him in the middle of the night, leaving behind a note that said how tired she was of him loving his video games and his fans more than her. She had never voiced this to him before, and while Felix tried to deny it, he could not shake the feeling that she was somewhat right. He knew that they had been growing apart recently, but he never believed it would end like that. Not without proper discussion.
Feeling worse by the second, Felix decided that he was going to take a vacation. Since it was Friday, he informed his fans that he would be away for a few days, and that there would be no videos until he got back. Felix then packed up and left for his trip to America.
The Swede opted for Florida, as he knew a few friends that lived there, and they had told him it was a fun place to take a holiday. As he stepped off of the plane and into the city, Felix searched for a hotel to stay in. Since the entire trip was decided on a whim, he was lucky he had gotten a plane ticket so easily. Stepping through the crowd, he wasn't really watching where he was going, and apparently, neither was the guy he collided with.
While Felix managed to catch himself, the other young man wasn't so lucky. The somewhat short, brown haired guy fell down onto the hard concrete, cursing all the while.
"Sorry about that, bro!" Felix said sincerely, holding out a hand to help the man up.
He didn't take the Swede's hand. Rather, he looked up at Felix with an expression of mild bewilderment. "Pewdie?" the man asked skeptically.
Thinking the guy was a fan of his channel, Felix smiled and replied, "Yeah, that's me. What's your name, bro?" The brown haired man suddenly jumped up and hugged Felix, his eyes shining bright. "Whoa! Is that a typical American greeting?" the blonde asked, chuckling nervously.
The guy pulled out of the hug and exclaimed, "It's me, friend! Ryan!"
Felix paused, staring hard at the man in front of him. Then, a look of realization crossed over his face. "Cry?" he asked happily.
Ryan gave a simple nod, and it was Felix's turn to pull the American into a brohug. "Holy shit, I didn't think I'd see you here!" He pulled back to look at Ryan and added, "And without your mask, too! I finally get to see your face." Felix didn't want to say it aloud, but his friend was very handsome. His features were flawless, which made the Swede wonder why he hid behind a mask all the time. Ryan had short, brown hair that got in his face, beautiful blue eyes, thick-rimmed glasses, and an infectious smile.
I do live in Florida," Ryan said, bringing Felix away from his thoughts on his friend's features. The two then brofisted each other. "Broday every day, right?" Ryan asked him.
"Hell yeah, Cry!" Felix replied, grinning from ear to ear.
Ryan chuckled, then asked, "So, friend, what are you doing here in America, anyway?"
The Swede's happy expression immediately clouded over with sorrow. "Marzia left me, so I wanted to get away for a bit. She said I spent too much time with the fans and games."
"You're kidding," Ryan said, mildly shocked by Marzia's rash action. "She knows that it's how you make a living! And wasn't she a fan of yours before you started dating, or something?"
Felix merely shrugged. "I guess I can't blame her. I'm not much of a catch anyways
" he muttered, staring at his feet.
The American could not believe his ears. Felix had never acted like this before. He couldn't stand to see his friend beat himself up over a girl. "Don't say that, man. You are a catch. If your girlfriend is too blind to see that, then she's a fool. Anyone would love to have you as their boyfriend."
Felix looked up at Ryan, his blue eyes staring into the American's framed ones. "Thanks, Cry," he said quietly, smiling at him.
"Don't mention it, friend," Ryan replied. "So, where are you staying?"
The blonde man shrugged again. "I don't know. I've been looking around for a hotel to stay at."
Ryan laughed. "Dude, you're in Florida! You'll never be able to just waltz into a hotel and ask for a room! And even if they did give you one, believe me, you wouldn't want to stay there." The brunette paused, then his eyes lit up again. "I know! Why don't you stay at my place? I've got an extra room you can sleep in."
"Are you sure, bro? I don't want to be any trouble," the Swede asked skeptically.
The American shook his head. "Trust me, Pewds. It's no trouble at all."
"Wow, nice place you've got here!" Felix commented as he stepped into Ryan's home.
"Eh, it's not much, but I like it," Ryan shrugged. He then showed Felix to the guest bedroom, and then left the blonde to put his things away. After he was done, Felix came out of the room to find Ryan playing a game of Amnesia.
The Swede chuckled as he snuck up on his terrified friend. "What are you up to, bro?" he said rather loudly, making the American practically jump out of his seat.
"Dude! Don't do that! I'm recording!" Ryan huffed, then turned his attention back to the game. "Sorry about that, guys. Pewdie is staying here in Florida with me for a while. Feel free to make all of the sleazy PewdieCry comments you want on this video."
"Well, if you had a face cam, I would have known you were recording! Plus, why wouldn't you want to show your face? You're so sexy."
Ryan blushed a bit at that statement. "Give them something to write about, why don't you?"
Felix laughed, then began to make kissing noises by pressing his lips to his hand. "Oh, Cry. You're such a good kisser." Ryan's entire face was now beet red.
"I can't wait to see the comments that arise from this one," he mumbled. Suddenly, a grunt busted its way through the door on Ryan's right, scaring them both. They then laughed loudly, and the brunette said, "I think that's enough for one day, friends, so I'll end it here. I'm gonna go make out with Pewdie some more."
"You know you love it," Felix said seductively, his cheeks a light shade of pink.
The American laughed, then replied in a sexy tone, "I do, bro. I want your lips on mine." They chuckled again, and Ryan turned off the game. Even though they knew that they were joking, for some reason, both men could not slow their rapid heart rates.
"Pewdie, hang on!"
Ryan was holding onto Felix's hand as the Swede dangled from a rocky cliff. He was desperately trying to hold onto his friend, but their grip was slipping.
"It's okay," Felix said suddenly, his voice oddly calm. "You can let go."
"No! I won't let you fall!" The American could feel tears forming in his eyes, blurring his vision.
"Don't worry about it, Cry," the Swede whispered. And with that, he slipped from Ryan's grip and plummeted into the abyss below.
Ryan awoke from the dream, sweating and crying. Shaking horribly, he got up and walked to the door of the guest bedroom. There he saw Felix, sleeping soundly with his arms and legs splayed over the covers. "Felix?" Ryan whispered, his voice still shaking.
The Swede groaned, and lifted his head to look at his friend in the doorway. "What's wrong, Cry? It's like, two in the morning."
sorry. I'll let you sleep. I just wanted to see if you were okay," the brunette mumbled, his voice cracking a bit. Felix took notice.
"Bro, what's the matter?" he asked, now fully awake. Ryan merely shook his head, choosing to remain silent. "Come on, you can tell me. Sit here and we'll talk," Felix insisted, patting the spot next to him on the bed. After some hesitation, Ryan walked over and sat on the bed, and Felix put an arm around him. "Now, tell me. Was it a nightmare?" Ryan nodded. "Was it about me?" Another nod. "What happened in the dream?"
The American looked up at Felix, saw the blonde's reassuring smile, and sighed. He then told Felix all about his nightmare; how he had tried to save the Swede, but had failed, and how horrible he had felt about it.
After Ryan had told Felix everything, the blonde paused, then smiled and gave Ryan a hug. "Hey, it's okay. It was just a dream. I'm totally fine, and I'm here for you," he whispered reassuringly to his friend.
Ryan blushed at the sudden contact, considering they were both in their boxers, but he hugged Felix back nonetheless. When they pulled away, the brunette looked up at his friend and asked cautiously, "I-is it cool if I sleep with you tonight? I mean, not in that way, just
I'd rather not be alone."
"Sure, bro," Felix replied, smiling warmly. He moved over so Ryan would have more room, then covered them both with the blanket. Ryan thought that Felix would simply roll over so they were back to back, but instead, he pulled the American into a close embrace and held him there. Ryan blushed deeper, but didn't object. It actually felt kind of nice. "Goodnight, Cry," Felix said quietly.
"Goodnight, Pewdie," Ryan replied softly. "And thank you."
"How's it going, bros? My name is Pewdiepie!" Ryan laughed at Felix's intro. "And that guy laughing is Cry. Say hello, Cry!"
"Hello, Cry!" Ryan responded, mimicking Felix's thick Swedish accent, and they both laughed.
"Anyway, I'm using Cry's computer today, since I'm staying at his place. Yes, this is the vacation I was talking about. I needed to get away because
brace yourselves for this, bros
Marzia dumped me. She said I was spending too much time on the computer, but I don't see it." The Swede said the last sentence with a sarcastic air.
"I don't see it, either," Ryan chimed in, giggling all the while.
"Well, in any case," Felix continued, "We'll be playing some more Amnesia today, a new custom story. And naturally, Cry is refusing to show his face." The blonde looked over to see Ryan shrug, knowing that the American was smirking behind his poker face mask.
"Hey, you should be glad that I decided to show you my face at all," Ryan retorted, and the friends chuckled and returned their attention to the game.
After a few minutes of playing, Felix finished the video, brofisted the camera, and turned off the game. He soon edited the video and uploaded it onto YouTube. Within a couple of hours, it had thousands of views and comments.
Ryan took the liberty of going through the comment section while Felix took a shower. "So, what are they saying?" the blonde asked, a towel wrapped around his waist.
The brunette blushed a bit at Felix's lack of clothing, but ignored it as best as he could. His mask was now off and was casually tossed to the other side of the couch. "Let's see
The typical spammers griping about you copying others
" Felix rolled his eyes. He really wanted this 'copy' stupidity to end. "
People laughing at our freak outs, people jealous that you've seen my face, some saying it's a shame you and Marzia broke up, others saying good riddance to her, a few saying you should go out with them
" Ryan paused to look up at Felix, a hint of mischief in his sapphire blue eyes. "
And tons of people saying that we should go out."
The Swede laughed. "That's not surprising. From their point of view, it looks like I got dumped and ran straight to you." He then paused, thinking hard for a moment. Finally, Felix grinned and said, "Well, if they want us to go out, then let's go out."
"Wh-what do you mean?" the American stuttered, his face a dark red.
Felix just chuckled. "Get dressed. We're going to dinner tonight, Cry."
Ryan's heart was hammering. He had no idea what his friend had in mind. Felix had simply got into the passenger's seat of the American's car and told him to drive to a good restaurant. "I'll pay for it, bro, so don't worry," the Swede had promised as they drove off. Now, they were pulled up next to one of the best restaurants in town, and the two were walking up to the door.
"This is gonna be great! Right, bro?" Felix asked his friend.
" Ryan replied softly, lost in thought and a hint of pink on his cheeks.
The blonde chuckled. "Yep, just two friends, out for a fun night!" The brunette's heart sank. So that's what Felix had meant by 'going out.' They were still just friends, and that was fine with Ryan. But if that was the case, then why was he hoping it was something more?
The two men ate dinner, and as promised, Felix paid for it. "So
where do you want to go now?" the Swede asked his friend.
Ryan paused to think. "Well, I'm not much of a night club or bar kind of guy. What do you say we just walk by the beach?"
"Ooh, how romantic," Felix swooned, and they both laughed. The friends then left the restaurant and drove down to the beachside. They sauntered along the shoreline, waves playing at their feet and the moon hovering overhead.
Ryan stared up at Felix. The blonde's face was silhouetted in the moonlight, bringing out his features, and the brunette found himself blushing again. Why am I so nervous right now? he thought.
As if he read the American's mind, Felix looked down at Ryan and said, "You know, I never expected you to be this good-looking. With the way you hide your face, I thought you had a Phantom of the Opera style scar, or something!" Ryan laughed at his friend's comment.
"Nope, just me being shy and mysterious," he replied, smiling gently.
"You shouldn't be so scared, Cry. You're very handsome." Then, without warning, Felix grabbed Ryan's hand, making them both blush. After that, they walked down the beach in silence, gripping each other's hand tightly.
This routine became the norm for the two friends over the next few days. They would go out for dinner, then they would drive around town or take a walk somewhere nice.
During the last night Felix expected to stay in America, Ryan said, "What do you say I cook tonight?"
Felix's eyes lit up. "Sure! That sounds great!"
The American set off to make dinner, while his friend updated the fans on what was going on. They both got done around the same time, and as Felix walked into the kitchen, a delicious aroma met his nostrils. "Wow, Cry
What did you make?" the Swede asked, his mouth watering.
"Just my mom's recipe for spaghetti. It's not all that fancy, but it should do," the brunette replied simply.
"It smells wonderful," the blonde man stated.
Ryan giggled. "Glad you think so. Now, let's eat!"
They filled their plates and ate their meal, Felix somewhat quickly because it was so good. When they were done, the Swede sat back and sighed. "Bro, that was awesome!" he exclaimed, and Ryan chuckled.
"Thanks, Pewdie," The American replied, getting up and putting his plate into the sink. Felix followed suit, stepping right behind his friend. Ryan turned around, but Felix didn't budge, and they took a minute to stare into each other's eyes. They took note on how close they were, but neither man wished to change that.
After a few seconds, the blonde cleared his throat and stepped back, a blush creeping across both his and Ryan's faces. "I should be getting to bed
gotta get up early and catch my flight," Felix said softly, his eyes practically begging the brunette to talk him out of it.
"Y-yeah, wouldn't want to miss that," Ryan replied simply, looking at the ground. There was another pause, and finally Felix left the room, leaving the American alone with his mixed feelings.
"Hang on, I got you!" Ryan yelled. He was back in the nightmare again, holding onto Felix's hand and refusing to let go.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it, Cry," Felix said softly, and let go of Ryan's hand.
The brunette felt the tears in his eyes run down his face. "No, Felix!! Don't go! I
I love you!!!"
Ryan jolted awake, and immediately shielded his eyes from the blinding sunlight flooding into his window. He checked his alarm clock; it read 10:05 am. Wait, it's after ten? But Felix said he was leaving at ten! Why didn't he wake me?! the brunette thought. He jumped up and sprinted to Felix's room. It was empty.
"Shit!" Ryan cursed aloud. He bolted towards the front door and ran directly into Felix, who was apparently trying to sneak out of the house undetected. The two fell onto the ground, with Ryan on top of his friend. Ignoring their awkward position, the American exclaimed, "Pewdie! Why didn't you wake me up?"
The Swede looked embarrassed as he said, "I thought it would be easier if I just left. If we said goodbye, you may never want me to leave."
"But that's just it, Felix," Ryan whispered. "I already decided that I don't want you to leave." The brunette decided right then and there that his dreams were trying to tell him something. He didn't want to let Felix go. Not at that moment, or ever again. With his face turning bright red, Ryan said softly, "I love you, Felix."
He then leaned down and kissed his friend. Felix seemed shocked, his face turning various shades of red, but he soon melted into the kiss. The American ran his hands through the other man's sandy blonde hair, and Felix replied by rubbing Ryan's sides lovingly. Ryan licked the Swede's bottom lip, begging for entrance, and after a quick tease, he agreed. The couple tongue wrestled for dominance, and Felix eventually won. They took turns exploring each other's mouths, neither one of them wanting their make out to ever end.
After a full two minutes, both men broke the kiss, gasping for air. Felix then smiled and said, "I didn't think you felt the same way. I loved you the second I saw your gorgeous face." He stroked Ryan's cheek, and the brunette blushed once more at his friend's compliment. There was a pause, and then Felix asked him, "So
does this mean I'm staying a while longer?"
Ryan laughed happily, then his face grew a bit more serious as he said softly, "I want you to stay forever, Pewdie. Move in with me, and stay forever."
Felix's face broke into a wide grin. "Sounds good to me, Cry," he replied, kissing his new lover again.