A PewdieCry Fanfic...
It was just a normal day in Pewd's house. Wake up, kiss Cry, and start to get ready to film as did Cry. "My camera is acting all weird Pewd's." Cry said playing with the camera. "Ugh. Let me see it." He said. Pewd's yanked the camera from his hands and smacked it. The screen went back to normal and was completly fine. "Oh, thanks..." About an hour later, Cry had finished filming and deciding to go check on Pewd's. "PEWD'S! ARE YOU DONE YET?" Cry screamed pouding on Pewd's door. "LEAVE ME ALONE MAN! I'M FILMIN'!" Pewd's screamed back. "Now i have to edit that out. Th-thanks!" They were both tired and cranky and didn't want to be bugged. (Which is why Pewd's was like this.) Two hours had passed and Cry again pounded on Pewd's door. "ARE YOU FREAKING DONE YET?! WE GO TO THE MOVIES IN AN HOUR!" Cry screamed. "THE VIDEO IS FREAKING RENDERING! GO AWAY!" Pewd's again hollered. "För helvete" he mumbled quietly. "I HEARD THAT! (Even though i don't know shit about Swedish...)" Cry screamed form the kitchen. Pewd's rested his elbow on the computer desk and plopped his head in his hands and sighed. After half an hour, Cry was pacing in the living room, constantly checking the clock. "PEWD'S! WE LEAVE IN HALF AN HOUR! LET'S GO!" Cry screamed at the top of her lungs. "I KNOW! ONLY 10 MORE MINUTES CRY!" When those minutes had passed, Pewd's still hadn't left his room and was talking to himself. "Is he STILL filming?" Cry thought placing an ear on his door. "That's it- I'm leaving." He then packed his things. His keys, his hat, his man purse, and slipped into his shoes. When he walked out the door, he looked back with a sad look. "Constantly filming... constantly!" Cry mumbled to himself driving down Stephano Lane. "I thought he would spend every hour of the day with me every day but NOOO! Always, every day filming." The car next to him was watching and swiped out their IPhone to film it. Cry noticed the flash and cocked his head immediately to the car. "I. HATE. CAMERAS!" Cry screamed. The light turned green and he punched the gas, flipping them off as he drove away. When the movie was over, he drove back home still mumbling and walked inside, not even looking around. Pewd's walked out of his room in an instant, "Oh, hey! Where were you?" he asked. Cry flew up a hand in his face and said, "Talk to it bitch." Pewd's was astonished. "Did he really just do that?" he thought watching Cry barge into his room, slamming the door. He shrugged his shoulders and walked back into his room then screamed,"ATTENTION WHORE!"
THE END