HOLY SHIT EMMA'S ALIVE.

If you're wondering what happened here's the condensed version: I failed geometry, fell into a really bad depression and didn't feel like writing, didn't a have a laptop all summer, but now I have recovered to an extent and am back in a writing mood!

Thank you guys for supporting this story so far. It means a lot to me.

So to make up for the lack of updates for months, here, have an extra long chapter. (I guess)

DISCLAIMER: I don't know Cry nor Pewds nor do I claim to know their sexualities. Also I don't know much about his family so everything I write is either all personal headcanon (I guess) or something Pewds has said in one of his videos. She Will Be Loved (c) Maroon 5; I Won't Give Up (c) Jason Mraz.

Chapter 11

The sunlight filtering through the branches woke us. I blinked twice before nudging Cry.

"Come on, man, it's almost 11." I prodded him with a stick.

"Ugh, five more minutes." Cry moaned, rolling over onto his stomach.

"Does your back not hurt from laying on the ground?" I asked, standing up and dusting myself off.

"Nope."

I just rolled my eyes and extended a hand. "Come on, get up."

"Nuh uh."

"Cry." I warned.

"Fine, fine, I'll get up."

The day had heated up as time wore on, and now it was hot in my damp t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. I pulled off my shirt as we fought our way through branches (that had magically appeared overnight) back to the car.

We decided to take the long way back to my house, down some back roads that were usually pretty spooky, but on a now-clear day like today looked absolutely beautiful. The windows were rolled down, and Cry was leaning against my shoulder as I drove. The radio was on a low volume, and other than the sounds coming from the car, the road was peaceful.

"Oh my god this song was my sister's favorite, once upon a time." Cry reached to turn up the radio.

"I don't mind spendin' every daaaay~" Cry sang loudly and horribly.

"Cry, please don't."

"Out on your corner in the pouring raaaain~"

"Cry, I swear to God I will kill you-"

"Look for the giiirl with the broken smiiile, ask her if she wants to stay a while-"

"Oh hey, look, something large, cool, and distracting out the window!"

"AND SHE WIIIIIIIILLL BE LOOOOOOOVED~" Cry screeched in at an ungodly volume.

"Cry-"

"ANNNND SHE WIIIIIIIILLLL BEEEEE LLLOOOOO-HUUUH-HUUUH-HUUUUUH-VEEEED~"

"Cry. Did I ever mention that I am going to fucking murder you?"

"Dude, come on. You know you wanna do it."

I sighed. "Yeah."

"I DON'T MIND SPENDIN' EVERY DAY~" Cry belted as the chorus started up again.

"OUT ON YOUR CORNER IN THE POURIN' RAIN, OOH~" I sang at equal volume (and at equal levels of terrible).

"LOOK FOR THE GIRL WITH THE BROKEN SMIIILE!" Cry laughed as he shouted/sang.

"ASK 'ER IF SHE WANTS TO STAY A WHILE!" I slurred a bit, coming down with a fit of the giggles myself.

"AAAND SHE WILL BEE LOOOOOVED; AND SHE WIIIIILL BEEEE LLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED!" We sang in unison.

The song faded out, but we kept laughing. In fact, we kept laughing straight through the radio dj promoting concert tickets in a town two hours from here and the local traffic. Another song started playing; this time, a much more mellow tone drifted out of my car's old stereo system.

"When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky~"

"Aw, man, I love this song." Cry murmured, leaning his head on my shoulder.

"I know, I heard you sing it the other day. By the way, you actually have a really great singing voice."

"Yeah not really." Cry softly sang along to the music, the two of us basking in what would have been to anyone else just a normal afternoon.

As we pulled up into my driveway, my house was oddly quiet. There were no cars in the driveway, and all the lights in the house were off.

"Shit." I muttered, hoping my entire family hadn't decided to go on a search-and-rescue mission.

"You're sure your parents knew we were going there?" Cry inquired, a hint of "I told you so" lingering in his voice.

"Yeah, I used to go sleep out there every night this past summer." I pulled on the screen door, and it swung open.

"Whatever happened, they left the house in a hurry." Cry said, opening the heavier, wooden door.

The house was deafeningly quiet. I don't think I'd ever heard my house that quiet before in my life. Even at night, the was always something making noise. It was almost as if the house had died, taking all of it's noises with it.

I walked into the kitchen and checked the bar. There, next to my phone was a post-it note with a message scribbled on it.

"Felix-

Call us when you get in. Something's come up and you need to get in touch ASAP.

Don't worry your boyfriend. It's nothing major. Family stuff.

Seriously, though, call us.

-Mom"

I looked the note over in confusion, and then picked up my phone and called my mom.

"Hello?" she chirped in Swedish as she answered the phone.

"Mom? Where are you? Where is everyone? What happened?" I replied in rapid-fire Swedish.

"Felix! Sweetheart, you and your boyfriend need to get down to the hospital immediately, something's happened."

"What happened?" my heart rate quickened.

"Your grandma, she had a heart attack."

"WHAT?" I yelled into the phone, making Cry jump.

"Shh, shhh… calm down, sweetheart. It'll be okay."

I wanted so desperately to shout "BULLSHIT" into the phone, because we'd seen this coming for a long time. Ever since Grandma was diagnosed with cardiac amyloidosis about a year ago. We'd all been expecting it. So why was I reacting so irrationally?

"Just get to the hospital, okay? And bring some cigarettes, I think your sister's gone loopy without one."

And with that, she hung up. No goodbye, no "I love you". Something serious was going on, and I knew it.

"What's happening?" Cry asked. "Is it-"

"No." I cut him off, stuffing my phone in the waistband of my pajamas and running to the counter. "We're going to the hospital. My grandma, she had a heart attack."

"Oh." Cry stared at his feet, unsure of what to say, probably.

"Hey, it's okay." I said, picking up a half-used pack of cigarettes. I was practically drooling about how good it would feel to finally have a smoke. "We've seen this coming since she was diagnosed with cardiac amyloidosis. They didn't expect her to live much longer anyways."

"Now, come on, don't say that!" Cry said. "She could easily live-"

"Cry, she's gone." I murmured. "She had a history of heart failure prior to her being diagnosed. The heart attack probably had more to do with that, anyways."

"Oh." Cry looked back down at his feet.

"Come on." I tugged my shirt back on. "No time to waste, I guess."

The hospital was full of people hurrying around, shouting orders and talking in doctor lingo that I didn't understand. Cry and I scurried over to the receptionist's desk.

"Name?" she asked in a monotone over the sound of the emergency room.

"Kjellberg." I answered, trying not to choke up. Cry was holding my hand tightly, and I could feel my glasses sliding down the bridge of my nose.

"Going to assume it's Krista Kjellberg?" she looked up at me, giving me an irritated look. I realized that Cry and I must have looked ridiculous- covered in grass stains and wearing pajamas.

"Yes ma'am." I confirmed.

"Relationship to the patient?"

"Grandson." I looked around for a sign of my mom or sister or anyone who could get me out of this crowded room.

"Both of you?"

"Um, no, he's a- a good friend of mine." I stammered.

"We're married." Cry deadpanned.

"Uh-" I whipped my head around at Cry.

"Alright, room 704." the woman pointed us to an elevator.

"What the hell was that?!" I shouted as the elevator doors closed.

"They weren't gonna let me in unless I was blood or as good as." Cry said. "I know from experience. Me and my friend Scott had to lie once and say we were another friend of our's brothers-in-law to get in to see his girlfriend after she got in a car crash."

"That's kind of-" I started.

"She's okay now though, girl's a fighter." Cry clarified, raising his hands.

"Oh." was all I really could think of saying.

The elevator fell silent until the doors slid open on the fifth floor.

Cry took my hand again, squeezing it tightly. "You're gonna be okay." he whispered as he carefully placed a kiss at the base of my neck.

I reached the end of the hallway, afraid to look at the small group of family that was gathered around. Elle was sitting with her head on her knees, tears flowing easily down her cheeks. My dad sat stony in a chair next to the door; my mom holding his hand and tears streaming down her cheeks. Granddad was nowhere to be found.

"No… please don't tell me…" I said, dropping Cry's hand. I dropped to my knees, reaching out to hold Elle's face in my hands. She nodded sadly. "They were too late."

I wrapped my arms around her neck, breaking down into the crook of it. She petted the loose strands that kind of stuck out at the nape of my neck. "Shhh, it's okay… shhh…" She soothed.

I felt Cry's warm hand on my back. His cheek soon replaced it as he pressed his face against me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He didn't say anything, but then again, he didn't need to.

I just cried. I cried and cried and cried. It felt weird, letting so much negative emotion come out all at once. But at the same time, it felt good.

"I'll let you all have some time alone." Cry said softly, placing a kiss on my mid-back before leaving.

At this point I was all out of tears, so I just lied there, leaning against Elle and trying my hardest not to make those pathetic hiccups and whines. Eventually I pulled away, wiping at my eyes.

"I need a smoke."

Wow that was intense.

8tracks aurorapond /see-my-dreams-all-die

The source above is the music I listened to while writing this chapter.

Yeah.

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