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Forget me not,For Exs Still Love: CryxReader_ Ch.4

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Rated: T (for teens...)

 

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Pairing: Cry x Reader

 

POV: Reader

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I yawned, it was finally Monday. I stretched as I got out of bed and turned on my phone, ready to start the day. I frowned after my phone's start up to see I had seven new voicemails, all from Ryan. That made eighteen, now. This was uneblievable. I had only known the guy for a week, went on a date with him, only to find him making out with his ex. And now he's blowing up my phone?! I exited out of the voicemail box to find I had twelve new text messages. I was fed up. It was Monday, for crying out loud. It's been almost three days now. Couldn't he take a hint? I pressed delete. This was getting out of hand.

I texted out a message:

This has to stop... NOW!,

Then left my phone on the bed and went to the kitchen.

Little Cubby was in the living room. I poured out a cup of puppy chow and put it in his/her bowl. On one side it said Cubby. I smiled at the sight, watching him/her trying to run on the kitchen floor toward the bowl. I soon ended up picking him/her up and placing him/her in front of it.
"Crazy" I sighed.
Instead of going to the cafe, I made my own coffee. If I went there... it'll be just like yesterday and the day before that. I'll walk to the cafe and find him waiting by the door. I'll go passed him. It starts with him trying to explain and the whole shah-bang. You'd think I'd learn_ you'd think he'd learn. I wanted to stay home today, just do nothing...

I hadn't recorded any new playthroughs, yet. So why not do that? That, now, was officially the plan. I walked into the living room and sat at the computer on the right side of the room. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't record. I couldn't get myself to do it.

I could hear my phone ringing in my room. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to answer.
"What?" I answered, my voice dark.
"Uh... did I do something wrong?" it was my friend, (other friend's name).
"Uh... sorry. Hey, long time, huh?" I answered.
I hadn't seen him/her in a year now. It would be great to catch up. Get all this Ryan-drama off of my mind.
"Are you free?" he/she asked.
"Uh... yeah, sure!" I smiled.
I'll get one normal day.
"Uh... where do you want to meet up?" I asked.
"How about... the park around... noon, maybe?" he/she insisted.
I quickly agreed. I hung up and quickly got dressed. I ran to the door, putting on my jacket when I heard a faint jingling. I turned around to see Cubby wagging his/her tail.
"Sorry, Cubby." I said, "Not this time... just, stay."
He/She sat down, understanding.
I smiled, "Good boy/girl." and left.

I ran down to the park, it had been so long since I've seen (other friend's name). I made sure I got there on time. By the time I made it to the entrace, I was out of breath. I could see the foggy mist my breath made in the cold air with each exhale. It was December, now. The cold season had officially started. I entered the park, looking for him/her. I caught sight of a familiar face. He/She waved, noticing me. I ran to them, only to stop in the middle of my tracks when I noticed Ryan. He was leaning on a tree, waiting. As soon as he saw me, he stood up, putting his hands into his pockets. I looked to see (friend's name) was there also.
"What's going on?" I asked as (other friend's name) gave me a hug.

"We're trying to help, _______." (friend's name) said.
I looked at Ryan.
"Did you put them up to this?" I confronted. (other friend's name) blocked my way to Ryan.
"No, no." he/she said holding up his/her hands.
"I asked him to be here." (friend's name) confessed. "You told me about it yesterday night and..."
"You had no right." I said defensively.
"Ryan really likes you... he told us-"
I cut her off, "Did he tell you why we aren't talking?" He/She was silent. "He was making out with his ex, (friend's name), his_ EX."
"He didn't mention that."(other friend's name) mumbled.
"Look, I had a few more drinks over my usual limit and kind of... And Jen..." Ryan trailed off with a sigh, trying to explain.
I crossed my arms, "Yeah...? Was that it?" I walked over to him,"Did you sleep with her?"
He was silent and looked away. I looked down for a moment with a half laugh.
"Thought so..." I looked at him and rolled my eyes then walked away.

I could hear my friends in the distance making up excuses to leave. It was quiet until I heard footsteps coming toward me.
"Wait." I heard him call out. He stopped in front of me, "Just give me five minutes, just five, to explain everything."
I didn't want to listen, but I also didn't want to see him go.
"No." my lips said mechanically. He still stood in my way.
"One minute." he quickly said, "Sixty seconds, that's all I'm asking. If you don't like what you hear, then you can leave. Fair enough?"
I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. "... Fine." I said, looking away.
I leaned on a tree.
"It was a mistake... I was drunk." he explained, "I wasn't even thinking straight."
"Ya sure about that?" I asked, "By the looks of it, it looked like you were thinking of how much you enjoyed having your tongue down Jenny's throat."
"It wasn't real for me." he finally said.
I shook my head giving him a look of disbelief, "And what is real for you, Ryan?"
He grabbed my hand and intertwined it with his.
"This," he said holding up our hands, "is real."
I scoffed in response, not buying it, "I've only known you for a week."

"Don't you remember that day when I got you to hang out with me?"
I made sure I didn't keep eye contact, but nodded.
"We had so much fun and I got to know you; your sense of humor, your likes, your dislikes."
I felt his grip on my hand tighten a little.
"We bonded that day. I don't know about you... but that day, I felt something." He got closer, "...And I know you felt it, too."
He lifted my chin up to look at him, "But if I'm wrong_ If you don't feel the same way now... then I need you tell me_ Just say it. Say it cause I can't stay away. I'd rather become an anti-social psychopath if that's what it would take to get your trust back. But... I can't let this... us... go. Not unless you tell me to. It's the only way I'll get the message."
I stared at him, feeling my emotions knock into each other, not knowing how to react.
"I need you... to tell me to go away."
My heartbeat sped up in response as he said the word "go".
"I..."
"Tell me it's no longer real." he pushed.
I looked at him angered. "You jerk!"
I tried to slap him, but he caught my hand.
"Let go!" I yelled.
He wouldn't.
"Just... say it." he said calmly, "I'll understand."
I could see sadness in his eyes.
"Ryan!" I yelled.
"Tell me I'm the worst person you've ever met." he continued to push, "Tell me you never want to see me again."
"I..." tears were falling down my cheeks.
"Tell me you hate me!" he yelled.
"I DON'T!" I yelled back.
He froze, not expecting that answer. He let go of my hand as his numbingly untangled from mine. I quickly wiped away my tears onto my coat's sleeve.
"...But I should." I sniffled and pushed passed him, heading home.

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I sat on my bed, now in my red pajama pants and yellow top. I had to unwind, somehow. The scene of the park was burning in my thoughts. "I DON'T!" I remembered yelling.
Why did I...?
My heart beated in response, as if to answer my question. I put my hand over it and sighed. I looked at my clock to see it was seven. It would be a while before it was time for me to go to sleep.

I picked up my laptop that was lying on my dresser and turned it on. I decided to go online to Twitch. I hadn't watched last Saturday's stream due to all... this. I pulled up Late Night w/ Cry and Russ streams' list and searched for last Saturday's Stream. I couldn't find it. "That's odd." I said.
Maybe Cry's cellphone number was accidentally shown again, like that last stream. It would only explain why it would be deleted.

I went onto Steam to check out what out was going on.
"Pizza is a no go" it read in white, bold letters. So they didn't even stream.
"Well... everyone has their days, right?"
I went onto YouTube, deciding to watch some of Cry's videos. I was shocked to see that he hadn't posted any for the passed few days. I knew he probably had his reasons for it, but still felt disappointed.
"Well that's a shame..." I sighed, bored.

I could hear Cubby barking in the living room. He/She wouldn't stop. I got up, knowing the neighbors would soon complain.
"Cubby" I called out, "Not a good time, Sweetie."
I looked to see him/her scratching on the front door.
"What is it?" I opened it to see Ryan.
I closed my eyes and leaned on the door with a sigh.
"Didn't we just go through this?" I whined, "I think today was enough with this whole ordeal, don'tcha think?"
"Can I come in?" he asked.
I sighed then nodded. He walked in and closed the door behind him, then sat on the couch.
"So what is it this time?"
He didn't answer.

Cubby stood up on his/her hind legs leaning on Ryan's leg with his/her front paws, tail wagging. He picked him/her up and place him/her in his lap. Cubby stood up once more, begging for attention. Ryan pet her/him on the head and scratched under his/her chin.
"Hello, friend." he greeted.
Cubby barked in reply. I left them alone in the living room and went to my room toward my bathroom. I was putting my hair up into a ponytail when I saw Ryan in my room through the mirror. I jerked back for a second, then relaxed.
"Silent footsteps, silent footsteps." I breathed.
I stopped what I was doing and walked out. He stood there for a second, a blank expression on his face. I noticed his jacket was off.
"Can I help you with something?" He just looked around at my room, picking things up and putting them back in place.
"Are you gonna tell me why you're here?" I hinted.

He seemed... off.
"R-Ryan?" he didn't answer.
He was fine a minute ago, playing with Cubby. He looked at me.
"Is something wrong?"
He walked closer. It was starting to scare me, a little.
"Okay, knock it off." I said, backing up, "This isn't funny."
This was starting to freak me out. He continued to get closer.
"That's it." I said, fed up, "Enough playing!"
I swung at him. He caught my arm. I tried once more. He caught the other. I struggled in his grip. He looked at my hand then back at me with a blank expression, as if to be unimpressed with my efforts.
"What the hell?" I struggled once more, "Let go!"
He pushed me back. I fell onto my bed. I was about to get up when he restrained my wrists.
"What the hell, Ryan?" I freaked.
He just looked down at me and exhaled. He got closer and closer... and closer. Then, for some reason, his head landed to the left of me, onto my shoulder. He moved his head to whisper in my ear. At first I didn't understand.
He repeated, "I'm... sorry."

I was silent for a second. My hands clenched into fists.
"RYAN!" I yelled, "WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?!"
He started laughing, hysterically. I saw him lift his head to see his eyes lit up again.
"What the hell?" I yelled, "Is this some kind of joke to you?"
He lifted his head to look at me, smiling, "So do you forgive me?"
I didn't answer.
"For scaring me into thinking you were about to rape me? Yeah, sure."
He frowned then slid back and hugged me by the waist. I tried to get up, but he wouldn't let me.
"Forgive me." he said, muffled my shirt. He snuggled on my stomach.
"What the heck, Ryan." I complained.
He peaked one blue eye out to look at me like a child, hugging me until he got what he wanted. It was kind of... cute. Wait, what am I saying?
"Forgive me." he repeated, playful.
"Ryan, seriousl-"
"Forgive." he repeated.
"Ry-"
"For..."
"I-"
"Give."
I started laughing, "What the heck..."
He looked at me then stood up to my level, "Is that a yes?" He pushed.
I just nodded, laughing, "You're so weird."
"Is it?" he asked once more.
I rolled my eyes, "Yes."
"Yes..." he repeated.
"Yes, I forgive you."
He kissed me on the cheek, "Now was that so hard?"
"You have the weirdest tactics for forgiveness. Seriously."
He lied on the bed beside me, "Well it worked, didn't it?" I rolled my eyes and got up.

He followed, grabbing my hand entangling our fingers together.
"I'm sorry." he said.
"Enough with the apologizing, already." I said then smirked, "I already forgave you yesterday."
He stopped, "Yesterday?"
I just nodded, "After the tenth voicemail."
He stood there shocked.
"_________, call me back, I just need to hear your voice. I know I did something stupid and I'm sorry...'" I said in a deep voice.
"Was that supposed to be me?" he asked.
I laughed at my triumph and nodded.
"And you let me go through all that..." he trailed off.
He got close, inches from me. Then, out of nowhere, picked me up. I gave a high pitched squeal for a second.
He smirked, "Well, for all that, I deserve a reward."
I could see he saw right through my bluff. He then kissed me, "I think you will do nicely."
I laughed in response. "You're lucky you're cute." I said.

I have the weirdest boyfriend in the world...

Well, here it is... the ending was hard to write... so if you have probs understanding what's going on, just say so...
heh heh honestly i didn't know any other tactics to use in a story like this (i'm honestly guessing thru this whole thing), plus i wanted to put in a lil bit of comedy (probably failed at tht) -Gah! This stuff so confusing to write! >X(
i hope u guys can try to like it somehow. I'm gonna start on chapter 5.
I can tell I've failed here... sorry. :'(
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...If you think this is the ending of the story, you're wrong. We've still got ore comin'. Remember, we've still got Cry's ex, Jen. And we've got the reader's ex... OOOOOooooh. and lastly, we've got the reader becoming curious... hmmm will the reader figure out who Ryan really is? Are thse questions keeping you in suspense, making you want to read more? Well, all answers will start fan out in chapter 5. Enjoy.
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He walked closer. It was starting to scare me, a little. "Okay, knock it off." I said, backing up. "This isn't funny." This was starting to freaking me out. He continued to get closer. "That's it." I said, fed up, "Enough playing!" I swung for him. He caught my arm. I tried once more. He caught the other. I struggled in his grip.

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"Forgive me." he said, muffled my shirt. He snuggled on my stomach. "What the heck, Ryan." I complained.


..PHEW. damn you mind