-Pewdie's POV-
I open my laptop, desperately needing to talk to my best friend. I pull up the Skype tab, logging in. I instantly click on Cry's icon, inviting him to a video chat. Moments later, I see the white poker face mask pop up on my screen.
"Cry!" I breathe happily, smiling.
"Hi there, friend," he replies, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Something up?"
"I needed to talk to you," the smile fades from my face, my shoulders slumping slightly.
"About what?" Cry tilts his head curiously.
"Well... Marzia and I... We kind of got into a fight, and we broke up," the tears threaten to fall, and I quickly wipe my eyes, sighing. "I don't want to stay here because there's too much tension and shit. But I don't want to go back to Sweden right now either."
"Why don't you come here?"
Cry's voice sounds sincere, but there was a hint of frustration on the edge of his tone.
"T-to Florida?" I stutter slightly, surprised at how fast he replied.
"Yeah! You can live with me for the time being!" Cry exclaims. "It'll be fun!"
I feel the butterflies act up again, and I fight back a blush. "W-well..."
"I'll get you a ticket for tomorrow!" Cry says before I can interject.
"A-alright," I reply softly. He chuckles, and I feel my face heat up.
"I'll mail the ticket, you should get it before the flight leaves," Cry states. I nod, yawning. He chuckles again. "Get some sleep."
"Alright. Goodnight, Cry," I yawn again.
"Goodnight, friend," he ends the call, and I shut my laptop, crawling into bed with a smile, quickly falling asleep.