Oh my God another fic.
This won't end well.
So I've developed a He Is We addiction and I've wanted to write like, five billion fics using their songs. I just really like them.
But yeah, more Pewdiecry. Fun, right?
This is really only a short introduction to the story, and most of the other chapters will be much longer.
Also this fic is probably going to be heavily influenced by John Green's writing style because I've literally only read John Green books all summer.
DISCLAIMER: I don't claim to know Pewdiepie or Cryaotic and their sexualities. Keep in mind this is an AU.
Chapter 1:
I think every person is allotted at least one perfect moment in their lives. Some people get a string of perfect moments, other's only get one. It depends on the person.
My name is Felix Kjellberg, and my perfect moment began the moment he walked into my dreary little life.
I knew he was different from the first time he walked into the little cafe I was working as a summer job. It was July first- I remember because he specifically asked me the date when he ordered his hot chocolate. It was raining- I remember because his t-shirt and shorts were drenched as he ran inside. Everything about him screamed different, although to everyone else he was just another kid.
But I remembered him most because he never told me his name. Not until it was too late, that is.
"Cry." he said, drumming his fingers on the counter.
"Alright, it'll be right out." I answered, scribbling 'Cry' down on the cup.
"Okay… 'Felix'." He said, obviously reading my name tag. He winked and took a seat at a table a couple feet away.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but be intrigued by him. He didn't seem like he was flirty with anyone else, in fact, he came off as downright awkward. Like one of those people who would tell someone the wrong age whenever they were asked or might answer "my mom and dad" when someone asked who his parents were.
I took my sweet time with the hot chocolate, wanting him to hang around for as long as possible. He had weird, white disk on a string hanging from his neck, it's dome-like interior collecting rainwater. Every time he moved, a little bit would slosh out onto the floor, and I smirked at the thought of one of the newbies having to clean it up instead of me for once. Other than that, he was nothing special. His hair was dark and curly, his face pale with a dusting of freckles across his nose. His glasses slid down his nose, and every time they threatened to clatter to the floor, he would push them up in possibly the most dorky way ever.
He was so, so flawed, yet at the same time so, so perfect. But he didn't know that yet, and I don't think I really did either.
I placed the cup on the counter and called out his name.
"Cry?"
He stood and picked up the cup. "Thanks, blondie." he winked again and headed towards the door.
As he slipped outside, I watched him glance down at his cup before seeing him jump up a little bit and run off into the rainstorm.
Little did I know, writing my phone number on that cup would change my life forever.