It was finally summer vacation, not to mention that I was also done with school. I finally earned my degree to become a doctor. Now that I was home, the first thing I wanted to do was to get a drink from my favorite cafe, and maybe draw a little. I headed outside, notebook and pencil in hand. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. It was great to walk, as the shop was only two blocks away.
There was even a park across the street, which made my hometown even better. It was perfect for aspiring artists.
There was a reason why the place was my favorite, I've been going here since...forever I guess. It always smelled like coffee every time I went inside. The place wasn't too crowded either today, so I placed my things on an empty table and headed to the counter.
I ordered [favorite cold drink], and held it close, like it was a lifeline. Cheers to summer! I grinned, and headed to my table, when I knocked into someone.
The drink slipped out of my hands, and fell, splashing on the ground, and a little on my shirt. I guess I also fell, and hit the floor hard. I winced from the sudden impact on my bottom. "Geez..."
"Oh no! I-I'm sorry, friend." His voice... it was something else; distinct, but soothing. He reached his hand out to me. "Let me help you up."
I looked at him, and took his hand. He tugged gently, and helped me to my feet. I almost slipped from my drink, but he held my hand a little tighter. His other touched my back lightly. "Are you alright? Forgive my clumsiness, miss."
My face flushed. I studied him again. For the sake of privacy and my ignorance at the time, I shall say he had a mask on. Yes, a mask.
"It's okay. Th-Thanks for helping me." I looked down, brushing down my shorts. Have I not talked to guys in a long time? I was so flustered.
He gave me a small smile. "I'll buy you another drink, okay? It's the least I can do."
I shook my head. "It's fine."
He slowly released my hands and laughed. "It's perfectly fine. I want to be a gentleman."
The man went to the cashier, and ordered two [drinks], and a muffin. 'Is he really being so nice?'
He grinned. "C'mon!" He gestured to the table I had put my stuff on, and plopped the food down.
We both sat down, and I had started sipping on the cool refreshment. "My name is Cry, by the way." The way he said that made me smile. "Everyone just calls me that, so I go with it. I think that name kinda grew on me."
"Cry? Th-That's a nice name. It's kinda familiar." I died on the inside. It was the ChaoticMonki in the flesh. "I'm (Name)!"
"That's a cute name. I like it!" He smiled. "But I'm really sorry about earlier friend."
"It's okay! You don't need to apologize so much. There aren't a lot of nice people like you. Especially with masks." I giggled.
He chuckled. "Yes, because all grown men with masks are total creeps. We're all like, 'Hey we got masks, candy, and a white van. We're totally friendly.'"
I laughed, I found to be really funny. Cry laughed too. It was weird, just hearing him made me laugh even more.
"Haha, you win, ____. Want the other half of my muffin?"
"Ehh." I tilted my head with hesitation. This guy was being super nice. Was he flirting?
"It's chocolate chip!" He said in a sing song voice. Cry held up a plastic knife, and proceeded to cut it down in the middle. He handed me my share.
"Thanks, bro." I bit into the sweet and warm pastry. It almost seemed like the chocolate melted with every bite.
"So you draw, huh? Can I see?"
I snapped out of my muffin bliss and blushed. "No!" I exclaimed.
He stared at me blankly.
"Sorry, i-it's just that I'm not really that good. And all the stuff I draw are really silly."
He laughed. "I'm stealing your notebook!"
I covered my face with my hands. 'Why! Why did this happen!' I hated it when people saw my art, I wasn't comfortable with that unless I completed it. I've always mostly been ridiculed by my video game fan art and other weird things that popped up in my mind.
Eventually, I peeked through my fingers to see his reaction. Well, what his mouth was doing. God knows what was behind his mask. I could see a grin.
He took my sketch pad, and looked at the first page. "It's Clementine..." He whispered. "This is beautiful."
Cry liked it. Someone actually enjoyed my art. "You're an amazing artist, ____." He breathed as he continued looking through the book. His voice was amazing. I loved it. Finally, I managed to talk to a guy who wasn't annoying.
I blushed harder. I felt so embarrassed.
"The last page...it's blank." He sighed.
"W-Well, I don't know what to draw to complete the book. I wanted to see if I got any inspiration." I replied.
Cry took the pencil, and began sketching out something. He occasionally looked up at me.
"H-Hey, what are you doing?!" I exclaimed.
"Finishing up your sketchbook." He grinned. "Ta da~"
It was a rough sketch of me and him. Not my level of skill, but it was cute and decent. He even signed his name on the bottom.
"Thank you," I said breathlessly. "It's perfect.
He chuckled. "I've always wanted to be an animation artist, but I totally suck so..."
"You should of, this is pretty good." I smiled. "Do you have a job or anything?"
Cry shook his head. "I get paid to play video games."
'Maybe that's why he doesn't have a girlfriend.' I sighed. I know he's Cryaotic, but at least he's modest.
"Sounds fun! Especially if you get paid for it! I used to play video games too, but I got caught up in all of my school work." I said. The good old days with platformers and RPGs. This guy was pretty chill. I could use a friend around here. "Hey, Cry."
"Can we meet up again tomorrow?" Then I realized what I just said. 'What are you doing? Maybe this guy has a girlfriend or something...or he's probably busy with video games and stuff. Bro, you are really stupid.'
"I-I mean if you aren't busy...forget what I just said." I stuttered, my face turning bright red again.
He stayed silent. I felt terrible. Maybe school has ruined my social skills with guys, especially like him. What would a guy like him be doing with an antisocial doctor?
"I'd like that." Cry finally said.
"Sure, I'd like that." He nodded. "I haven't really gone out with anyone except my other friends. It sucks going to places like this alone. Give me your number, and I'll call you."
I sweat dropped. "Cool! I guess…?"
When I went home, I almost died. I met the REAL Cryaotic. And I was going to hang out with him tomorrow. I was extremely happy and fangirly.
I shook my head. "Calm down, he's a normal person like everyone else."
I spent the rest of the day doing chores, and watching The Last Of Us. I saw a comment that sparked my interests that he wrote to his subscribers.
"Hey guys, sorry about the late video today! I was a little busy earlier at a café. Always watch where you're going, you never know who you might run into!"
I blushed madly. "What have I gotten myself into?"
I met up with Cry everyday at the same cafe for a month. We would buy lunch, and talk for a few hours. It was something I looked forward to everyday. My heart fluttered every time I saw him. He always managed to be early too, which surprised me.
I would walk in, and see Cry give me a small wave. Occasionally, I would bring my laptop, and we would play random flash games together. He would make extremely funny commentary while we played, making the experience ten times more enjoyable.
He even started calling me (Nickname). It was strange, but I guess it grew on me.
I was getting ready for our next meet up, cleaning up my apartment before I left. I heard my phone buzz.
"Herro, ____! Sorry, I am going to be late today, I stayed up pretty late last night. I'll see you soon!"
'It was probably because of his live stream...' I thought. "Well, at least I don't have to rush..." I went to my room, and got dressed.
In a few minutes, I was out the door. I didn't bring much with me, just my wallet and cell phone. It wasn't hard to forget anything. 'We've been hanging out together everyday for such long time...'
I'm not sure, but I've been thinking if I liked Cry or not. He's been a priority to me. The only person I wanted to talk to. One time, my friend and I were playing a game together. In the middle of our match, my phone rang. I had a special ringtone for Cry so I would know if it was him or not. The second it played, I flipped the controller out of my hand, and ran to the next room. I felt bad for being like that, but I seized every opportunity to talk and hang out with him.
I reached the cafe and looked to see if he was there or not. I sat down and waited. Usually Cry waited for me so we could order our food. I looked out the window. It was drizzling outside. Typical Florida weather, it is a peninsula after all. I hoped Cry brought an umbrella.
"Oh, ____, right?" One of the waitresses touched my shoulder. It was Wendy.
"Yeah, you're Wendy the waitress?"
"Here, your boyfriend left this for you." She handed me a folded piece of paper.
"C-C-Cry isn't...!" I stammered, blushing.
She laughed. "That's what he wanted me to tell you."
I took the paper and muttered a "thanks".
"No problem!" She walked away, back to the kitchen. "Hey, don't be afraid to show your feelings, ____! I think he likes you!" Wendy winked, and disappeared behind the door.
'She's ridiculous. It's not even possible. Cry doesn't like me, we're just friends...just friends...' My face flushed as I unfolded the piece of paper.
I stared blankly at the note. I highly doubted that was real name, but I shrugged it off. Cry was a very strange person.
I burst out through the door and ran to the park. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I only had my hoodie to cover myself. I mentally swore at Cry. Maybe I could get him to pay for my lunch this time.
The treehouse isn't much of a treehouse. It's more like a gigantic fort made out of wood. I wondered why he wanted to meet up here. I did like being there though. Kids didn't visit there as much like the playground, so I could relax and draw there.
I saw him hanging out in the open, rain pouring down on him. "Hey, you made it, ____!"
I laughed. "What the hell are you doing? It's drizzling!"
"Waiting for you! You took a long time. C'mon, let's walk around." He held his hand out.
"I-It's not my fault! You said you would be late, so I took my time!" I took his hand.
"Hah, I would think you would know me by now. Don't let go, alright? I don't want my little (Nickname)-chan to get lost." He grinned.
"St-Stop making fun of me!" I exclaimed, clenching my fists.
He laughed. "You're cute."
We walked around in the rain together. It was strange because he was happy and calm. I was irritated and embarrassed. Why would Cry even make me hold hands with him? People might think we're a couple! Which can never, ever happen. No matter how badly I wanted it. I mentally smacked my head. I don't want to be with Cry!
"Are you cold?" He looked down on me. I jumped. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry."
"Wh-Why would I be cold? It's summer!" I tried to laugh.
"God damn it, ____ why didn't you tell me earlier? You must have been freezing!" He exclaimed. I became confused. That was the exact opposite of what I said. Cry released his grip on my hand, and put it over my shoulder. He pulled me closer to him. "Better?"
"I wasn't cold in the first place, asshole." I scoffed.
"See I knew it! I'm a fucking mind reader!" He declared.
I admit, I enjoyed the warmth, despite the temperature being hot. It felt quite nice and comfortable. "I-I guess it's better."
Cry turned his head away. I thought I saw his face turning pink. I wanted to laugh, but I contained myself. I smiled. He looked cute that way.
"You're getting wet, Cry." I said.
He snorted. "That's what she said-"
I blushed and shoved him to the side. Cry stumbled and fell into the bushes. "That's not what I meant, you retard!" I said, angrily.
I walked over and held my hand out to him. "Here. Sorry I pushed you, I just got kinda mad."
"I can tell, friend!" He laughed. Cry took my hand and I pulled him up. Cry bumped into me. "Sorry."
"It's fine...you apologize a lot, you know? You're just...really nice."
"I'm that kinda guy, (Name)!" He grinned.
That's true. Cry was an extremely nice guy. He was witty, and clever, and not afraid to show who he is. He certainly is really weird, and not seriously perverted like other guys. I even saw how much of a feminist Cry was, like in the Cat Lady. Cry doesn't try hard to make me happy. Just hearing him talk was all I needed.
Here I am, pushing my feelings away by being mean to him. Cry didn't get mad. I respect him and he somehow respects me. I'm just another fangirl. Maybe a lot angrier and violent than most but I am a fangirl. I've seen all of the comments, and some that talk about how they have crushes on Cry.
He's saved many lives, and made so many people happy. I'm one in a million. There was no way that I could ever be his girlfriend. Sure he could accept my feelings, but maybe he can't return them.
"H-Hey Cry..." Confession time. It was now or never. Fight or flight. I choose fight.
"What's up, (Nickname)?" He looked at me.
"...nothing. It's nothing." I said. I got up on my toes, and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for the day. I-I have a job interview tomorrow, so I might not see you. I'll call you though. Bye." Flight.
He stared at me blankly, then nodded. "R-Right. Bye, ____. Good luck."
I lied about the interview. That was next week. I didn't want to talk to Cry. It's too embarrassing. I was going to relax today, and get him out of my thoughts.
I couldn't do it though. I decided to watch his videos, and calm down.
He uploaded the next part of Rule of Rose, so I decided to watch it. Cry seemed to be really mad. Maybe it was because of the crappy combat system. I couldn't blame him.
I went on Tumblr after, it seems that he had followed me. I looked at one of his posts, from about three weeks ago. We've been hanging out for two weeks when that happened.
"Hey! Listen! Being in love can absolutely suck sometimes."
Nope. Old post. That was from a long time ago. I didn't know Cry had a Tumblr. In fact, I think I forgot I had one myself. Disregard it, it's probably something else. Not me. I am nothing merely more than a person whom he eats lunch with. That's it.
I closed the window, and turned off my computer. Why am I like this, I don't know. I think I'm sick. It hurts a lot. I shouldn't, and I couldn't. Nothing more than a fangirl. I'm surprised he opened up to me so much. I'm crazy. Insane maybe. 'You love Cry, ____. Admit it.'
I need to stop it now. Before I hurt myself.
It's raining again. I'm sitting at the park bench at the treehouse. I take out my phone to text my friend.
"Hi Cry." This ends now. I need to stop my relationship with him. It will only get worse.
"Hey (Name)! "
"Wanna meet up at the park? I'm at the treehouse again. Come soon, okay?" Cry didn't respond. I guess that would be a yes. I popped in my earphones and listened to some music. I closed my eyes. The rain hit me quickly but softly. It was warm.
I didn't feel the rain anymore, but I could still hear it hit the ground. I saw a navy blue umbrella over my head. "Hey, did ya fall asleep?"
I shook my head. "No. I'm just enjoying the rain." I said. Cry sat down next to me. He held the umbrella over our heads.
"I brought one this time. I thought you might have been soaked by the time you got home. You're real smart for not bringing one." He smirked.
"Anyways, I just need to vent out some anger if that's fine." I asked him.
"Fire away, I'm ready."
I paused, collecting my thoughts before I could start. "I...don't want to hang out with you anymore."
Cry shifted in his seat. "Why?"
"I don't know. I've been feeling really weird lately. I always want to hang out with you, or talk to you. Maybe it's to the point where I'm becoming clingy. I don't want to be another crazy fangirl in your eyes. Truth is that I-I really like you. And I hate myself for it. You're great Cry, you really are."
Cry was silent. He lowered the umbrella. Cry leaned forward, and smashed his lips onto mine. It didn't last for long, although I wish it did. Cry pulled away. My face was bright red.
He turned his head, raising his elbow, and coughed. "Sorry...impulse I guess."
"You're not gonna sue me for sexual harassment, right?" He asked me.
I chuckled. "No, I won't. But since that happened, I really can't be your friend anymore."
Cry nodded. "I guess that's true. Then do you wanna go out sometime? As...more than friends?"
I tried to process what the hell had just happened. Then I grinned widely. Cry liked me back. We kissed in the rain. Freakin' corny as hell but I loved it. "Yeah. I'd like that."
"You know, I saw that post of yours on Tumblr. About being love?"
He blushed. "Y-Yeah?"
"It really does." I said, kissing his cheek. "Race ya to the cafe!" I took off running, leaving Cry in a daze.