I said by goodbyes and brofisted my camera, ending my latest Youtube video. I'm getting really popular really fast, I thought with a small smile. It was somewhere around 2 am right about now, but i was nowhere near tired. I still have jet-lag from when i went to VidCon this year. I came home early to surprise Marzia, but she wasn't home when I got here, so i made another video.
I decided I should probably at least try to get some sleep, so I walked down the hall to where Marzia's and I bedroom was. I stopped after a few steps when I heard the door opening and closing. Thinking it was who I thought it was, I silently crept closer, a sly smile on my face. I put my hand on the door that leads out into the hallway, but stopped as I heard her and an unfamiliar voice laughing at something.
They were walking closer to the door so I decided to step out and see what was going on. They had just turned the corner when I opened the door and Marzia stood, shocked to see me. Her arm was wrapped around the waist of the man beside her, his arm around her shoulders. He was a tall, almost lumberjack looking guy, with ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt. Both of their eyes were wide with surprise, as I expected them to be. I stood with my arms crossed, death glaring at the strange man.
We all stayed like that for a while until the man spoke and held out his hand, "Hey, I'm Charlie. Who might you be?" I glared at him for a while more and ignored the handshake invitation before I decided to say something.
"I'm Marzia's ex boyfriend. I was just about to leave, so have fun." I said coldly. I returned to my room and began packing up all of my things. I was about half way through packing my clothes when my computer started making noise so I walked over to it and saw that it was a Skype call from Cry. I answered and was met with a masked face soon after.
"Hey Pewds!" said Cry. Only part of his mouth was visible under the famous poker-face mask. His always-cheerful smile vanished when he took a look at his friend. "Pewds are you ok? What happened? Why're you crying?"
I was a little confused for a moment until I felt my cheeks. On them I felt something warm and wet which must explain why Cry said I was crying. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the tears to stop a little until I started to talk.
"Yeah... Yeah I'm fine Cry. Marzia just walked in with a weird guy. She's cheating on me, obviously." Pewdie sniffled a couple times as he wiped the remainder of this tears away with his wrist. Cry looked thoughtful for a while-or at least as thoughtful as he could while wearing a mask-and finally spoke up.
"Pewdie, you can come to Florida to live with me for as long at you want. I'll get the plane ticket and all that, just pack your stuff and I'll take care of everything." I was astonished momentarily before I started to protest, saying I could just stay in a hotel until I move somewhere else, but Cry was having none of it. "Don't worry about it, Pewds!" he said more than once.
I finally caved in after a while, and agreed to have the plane ticket sent to me. Cry ended the call and I started packing my things again, a strange twinge of hope growing slowly the more I thought about being able to go to America to live with my best friend. A room's worth of putting things in boxes and crates later I was dead tired, so I flopped onto my bed-one of the things not in a box along with my computer, And game consoles-thinking about how great it would be to get a change of location. I smiled to myself as I drifted off.
A little more packing and a plane ride later, I was in a Florida airport where Cry was going to pick me up. I was sitting in one of the many chairs they had set up by the little food area that Cry said he was picking me up by. I searched the crowd for a brown-haired male with a white poker-face mask but I could see nothing that matched that description. After a few minutes of looking through the medium sized crowd I felt a tap on my left shoulder from behind.
A short-ish man stood behind me with electric blue eyes covered by black framed glasses, a cheerful smile, and messy-but-still-looks-good oak brown hair. He had soft features, but not soft enough to be mistaken for a girl, was wearing a dark green hoodie that said 'sup?' on it and black jeans that fit him very well. I was about to ask who this handsome guy was but he spoke up first.
"Hey friend! I've been looking for you for a half hour. How you liking it here so far?" The voice was unmistakably Cry's, and the sudden voice-with-an-actual-body-and-face thing took me by surprise. I stood there for a moment, just looking at my friend's face-he never took off the mask when we were on Skype- as my brain caught up with everything else.
"Oh, I'm sorry I kept you waiting. It's kind of hot but besides that it's nice." Cry looked at me with an unreadable expression for a second but then put his arm round mine and dragged me along. My face felt warmer all of a sudden and I was dazed.
"Yeah, it must be a good deal warmer here than it is where you used to live, your face is kinda red." My face got a lot warmer after what he said. He took me to his dirty white '77 Chevy truck and told me to throw my luggage in the back. I did so and climbed into the passenger seat while Cry got in and started the car. He backed out of the parking lot and we started to head out onto the highway. We talked and laughed and he drove for about an hour or two before I started to fall asleep.
Cry saw me nodding off and said, "It's okay Pewds, you can sleep. I know you probably have jet-lag or something." I smiled at his kindness and rested my head on the cool glass next to me.
"Thanks, Cry. For everything." My voice drifted off as I fell asleep.