Chapter 3: Dreamboat Residence

Wow. Pewds had a really nice scent to him. he smelled of rose petals and something else I couldn't quite make out. I loved the smell though so I just stood there until he showed up and started talking.

"Cry? You there?"

"Oh yeah. sorry"

"Don't worry. would you like me to show you to your room?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"Sure. Thanks Pewds" I said following him towards the stairs.

We went upstairs and down a hallway. There were two doors. We went through the left one and I saw a beautifully decorated room, there was a king, and it was decorated very beautifully. A nice birch dresser and a mirror over it. There was also a walk in closet to the right of the bed.

"Pewds this is a very nice room. I hope you didn't go to any trouble to set this up" I said still gawking at the room.

"It was no trouble at all. There is a bathroom right across the hall. My bedroom is on the opposite end of the hall, so call if you need anything" he said.

"Thank you. I will" I said as I laid my bags on the bed.

"Oh, and Cry"

"Yes Pewds?"

"Thanks for staying with me" he said with a smile.

"Anytime" I replied with a smile if my own.

He left to go to sleep and to let me get ready for bed myself. I usually only slept in my boxers so I just took off my pants, and shirt, then went across the hall to brush my teeth.

While I was brushing I started to think about something. -What would happen if Pewds found out I liked him-

I would die of embarrassment. He just can't know, or he might not be my friend anymore. I will just have to enjoy the time I have with him currently.

I finished in the bathroom and walked back to my bedroom. Closed my door and turned the light off. I got into bed and I started to think. -I wonder what tomorrow will hold-.

I had fallen asleep, and was having a nightmare. Pewds wasn't responding anything I sent him and neither was Marzia. He was still making videos, as was she, so they were alive and well. I started to get more depressed and started to use my razor for a different use, other than shaving.

Eventually, he responded to one message that said "Cry, Its been fun, but we have to move on. Hope your life is full of good things. -Pewds"

I got angry and threw my phone across the room. It hit a wall and broke. I ran to the bathroom where I kept my razor. I found it, held it to my wrist, and sliced deep.

I wrote a note and just slid down the wall and closed my eyes as my life drifted away from me.

I woke up in a sweat and tears streaming from my eyes. It was scary because it felt so real. I can't handle not having Pewds in my life. I wouldn't know what to do with myself.