Authors note: So, yeah. This is my first fic on the site. *pats self on back* Uh, suitable for everybody n all that stuff, and I hope you enjoy! :)

PewDieCry

Pewdie's POV:

Just another ordinary day at school. I swing my bag onto the table, causing a loud crash. People turn around and stare at me; I don't care, let them think what they want. Ken hadn't arrived yet so I amused myself with my own thoughts. Eventually, Ken arrived. He smiled at me.

"How's it going, bro?" He asked, still smiling.

"Oh, nothing much, just the usual." I reply.

"I see. Gotta go, Mr Dixons here." He said, walking over to his seat as the teacher entered the room. He started form period, rambling on and on about his trip to Paris. I didn't pay attention, as usual; Ken was still smiling at me, and it was slightly beginning to creep me out.

And then he walked in.

Him. I didn't know who he was but I felt immediately interested; there was a strange feeling about him. Maybe it was the mask. The mask? Really? He was wearing a mask. In the middle of school. With all these kids! He's crazy! I put it down to trust issues. But at that moment what was bothering me most was Ken, grinning like a cat in a cream factory. Wait! Did he know something about this? The masked man walked over to Dixon, and began speaking to him. I couldn't hear what they were saying but after a while Dixon nodded and said to the class, "This is our new student. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Um, I'm Cry." He said awkwardly, as if feeling the 29 eyes on him right now as he looked down at his shoes.

One person finally voiced what they we're all thinking, "Is that your real name?" He said.

"...Yeah... Well, no, but I'd prefer not to share my real name." Cry said quietly, from behind the mask. Trust issues, I think to myself.

No one even bothered to ask about the mask.

Mr. Dixon broke the silence," Why don't you sit next to... Ken?" He asked, gesturing towards a boy sat at the front of the room. He smiled at Cry, and from a distance, Pewdie watched with a pang of jealousy.

Cry's POV:

I walk over to the boy at the front, Ken, and sit next to him, turning away from him. He felt embarrassed; however, as everything went back to normal, I relaxed. I turn to Ken and he looks at me, or at my mask, and pulls a puzzled expression. He wants to know, just like everyone else, all they care about is how weird I am.

"So, where are you from, Cry?" He asks innocently. To quick to judge, that's me all right.

I shrug. "Florida." I say in a monotone. I hate people knowing about me, but this guy seemed different. He just wants to get to know me.

"Really? That's pretty cool." He says. "You look uncomfortable." His voice shows a hint of worry.

"I'm ok, don't worry. People always look uncomfortable even when they are perfectly fine." I state it matter-of-factly, as if trying to force him to think I'm fine.

"Whatever you say." He replies, as the bell rings. "You know where you're going right?"

"No. I just have to go with you guys."

At the end of the day, I'm exhausted. The move really took it out of me, but having to go to school the next day? At least I'd made friends. Ken and Felix, already best friends themselves, were more than willing to go around with me. However, I had to go home now. To that dump of a house, with that horrible mother, shouting and screaming, and no father. I sighed as he looked out of the window of the bus. Houses and people, fellow students, whizzed past. He closed his eyes and waited for his stop.