Hey, guys. I guess I just wanted to call this something weird. I'm calling Autobiography, but it's not really going to be my auto. I haven't lived long enough for that. This is basically going to be another fanfic. Hope you like it.

Ever since I was a young girl, I've loved to sing and to draw, and to make people happy. I love laughter. It's kind of my thing. As I grew older, I grew to love other things, such as creepy stories, YouTube, music, drawing animal people, reading gay fanfics… *heh* I would be horrified if I saw myself in my younger eyes. But still, I can say I've probably changed for the better. Except for last year. When everything changed. For the weirder.

I sucked on the end of the eraser on my pencil, staring at the blank paper in front of me on my desk, while the low, rolling, rich tones of my favorite Cry Reads videos flowed through my ears. I smiled as he started reading "World's best school psychologist" in his gentle deep voice.

"Y-you know, I'm the best school psychologist in the world." I heard him whisper. It gave me shivers, but I still listened out of enjoyment. I began to draw the outline of a ragged, messy head of hair, continuing on without really thinking. By the time I was finished, I had a drawing of a shaggy-haired young man in checked flannel wearing a Cry poker-face mask standing on one leg and rubbing the back of his head, smiling. I smiled back at my pencil sketch, then turned to my art box for a black sharpie. My girlfriend came into my office, shaking her head and smiling.

"You really love to draw. You've got almost a thousand of them in here." She said, laughing a bit at the end. I shook my head as I picked up my list.

"Five hundred and ten." I corrected. Missy's eyes widened.

"You're still keeping track?" She asked incredulously. I nodded, tracing the outer lines of my drawing with my sharpie. As I reached for my volume control, my videos were interrupted by a ringing. My Skype was going off. Who could be calling me? I quickly paused my video to answer the call.

"Yeah?" I asked. A screen with my face popped up in the top left corner. Whoever was calling me was keeping their camera covered. Then they spoke. At first I thought my videos had played again. But nope. It was my Skype.

"Hey. Uh, it's been a while, huh?" Cry asked. I swallowed hard. The last time we'd talked, we'd used the chatroom. Now he was calling me?

"Okay, either I've hit my head, I'm sleep-deprived, or…"My voice trailed off. "You're really talking to me, aren't you?"

Cry chuckled.

"Yeah. It's me." He replied. I shook my head, still not believing this was happening.

"Well, uh, what sup?" I asked, propping my chin on my palms.

"I mean, it's not always that a popular YouTuber calls you, and even then, not for just anything."

Cry sighed. He sounded a little worried.

"Yeah. Uh, l-listen. I couldn't really think of anyone else, and the last time we spoke, you…the stuff you said sounded like you knew more about this than I would." He said, his voice trailing off as he finished. I took a deep breath, lacing my hands together as I leaned on my elbows.

"Go ahead." I said softly. Cry made a weird noise, then spoke.

"Ugh, I don't know how to ask this." He muttered. I blinked twice, and sighed quietly.

"Pretend you're doing a Cry Reads. Maybe that'll help." I suggested. Cry chuckled, and sighed again.

"I…need a temporary…companion for a few weeks. N-nothing much, I just need to borrow you for a while. You don't have anyone, do you?" He asked. I could see my confused expression in my camera.

"I have a girlfriend, but what does that have anything to do with…OH." I heard things shuffling around on Cry's side of the connection. He coughed awkwardly, then muttered something about needing my help. I sighed. I felt bad for him. He sounded a little worried. I threw my hands into the air, giving into my pity.

"Och, why do I even… Okay, I know what you need. I'll…do it." I said, mentally scolding myself for being too nice. Cry heaved out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks. You honestly…Thank you." Cry said. I smiled, shaking my head.

"Crazy nut." I murmured. He laughed lightly. I couldn't help myself, I had to clap my hand over my mouth in a futile attempt to keep in the rising giggle I felt. It came out as a weird mixture of a squeak and a snort. Cry heard it, though. He burst into laughter, that laughter that you only hear when he played drunk games with Russ. I smiled sincerely, one of the direct results of hearing Cry's laugh. At least for me. I chuckled lightly as his laughter died down.

"Sorry." I said, shrugging. "I wasn't trying to make that noise."

Cry made a noise like *pisht*.

"Don't apologize. It was cute." He replied. I closed my mouth tight in embarrassment, and ducked into the hood of my brofist jacket. I was trying to hide my face, it was that red. Cry said nothing for a while, so I assumed that he was waiting for me to say something. Taking a deep breath, I finally said something.

"I'm gonna have to talk with my girlfriend about this before I can leave. When do you need me there?" I asked.

"About two weeks from your time." He said quietly. I nodded, then told him I had to get things ready. He grunted in reply, and we exited the call.

"*pfft* Missy's gonna have a fit." Boy, did I just make the understatement of the year.
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"You have to WHAT?!" Missy cried. Well, more like shouted at the top of her lungs. I explained to her very calmly Cry's situation, and why I had to go.

"B-b-b-but you don't even know what this guy's LIKE! You've never even REALLY met him!" Missy protested. I sighed.

"We've been doing co-ops for two years now, babe." I said quietly. "I know all I need to know about him."

Missy tried to think up more excuses, but she finally gave in.

"Fine." She muttered. Then she thought of something else.

"No sex between you two." She growled. My face went red at that.

"Oh, come on, Missy! You know me better than that!" I protested. Missy shrugged, and came with me to my room to help me pack.

~Time lapse cuz I'm lazy~
"There." Missy said, closing the case. "That's your laptop, phone, chargers, bathroom stuff, and enough clothes for a month. All in two bags, and no carry-ons." I started laughing. Missy was efficient when it came to packing, there was no doubt about that.

"Are you sure you got everything?" I asked between giggles. Missy nodded. I shrugged, and quickly pulled out my other phone, and started looking for flights that were headed out to Florida in two weeks. I was in luck; there was one headed out on the 15th. I quickly booked an aisle seat. I hate window seats, they make me hysterical. I sat down on my bed, and tapped on my Twitter to check my notifications. Missy chuckled as I squealed in delight.

"Yay, Alex liked my drawing! I knew he would!" I cried, my fingers flying as I typed back. Missy ruffled my short, choppy dark brown hair.

"Well, if you knew that, then why'd you check, dingus?" She asked teasingly. I pulled a kawaii anime face, shutting my left eye and sticking out my tongue a tiny bit.

"Cuz I wanted to." I whimpered. Missy shook her head, and left the room, calling over her shoulder as she left;

"Good luck with that flight, babe." I cringed.

"Oh, don't remind me." I muttered.
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~Timeskip: two weeks later~

My plane had just landed, and I was standing by the reception desk, just waiting. Cry said he'd come to pick me up, and that I'd know him when I saw him. I had an idea what that meant, but I wasn't sure. Last year, I'd sent him something for Christmas. (He'd given me his address via text) Maybe it was that. I blew a strand of hair out of my face, pulled out my spare phone, hooked up to the airport's Wi-Fi, and put on some Cabin Pressure.

"Arthur, 'M'." I started laughing as Arthur started blurting out different words.

"It's a first name, Arthur." I whispered along with the recording.

"Hey, Kaitie!" I heard someone call. I turned in the direction the voice had come from, and almost burst out laughing. Not too far off was a young man wearing a green flannel, dark jeans, and an earthenware mask that looked very familiar.

"Hey, Cry!" I called back, grinning widely. I dashed over to him, and practically jumped on him as I gave him a hug.

"WHOA!" Cry yelped, stumbling back a bit as he returned my hug. I giggled a bit at that.

"You okay, Cry?" I asked between giggles. He nodded, chuckling lightly.

"Come on." He said, heading back to where I'd been standing. "Let's get your things and get going."
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"So, explain to me the sudden need for a 'friend' on such short notice?" I inquired as Cry pulled out of the airport. Cry made an exasperated noise as he made a left turn out of the parking lot.

"Ah, I don't know what happened. My parents are coming by this weekend, and they don't know about my sexuality choices. I have to keep them pacified or else my dad…" He trailed off, but he didn't really have to say anything more. I nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. I put my headphones on, and switched on my music. Relient K was the first song on, one of my favorites.

"I'm sorry for, the person I became. So sorry that, it took so long for me to cha-ange…" I sang along quietly. Cry never said anything until we got to the house.

"You're a pretty good singer." He pointed out. I waved off the compliment.

"You think that was good?" I asked. "You should check out my music channel. That's got way better stuff." Cry chuckled as he opened the door for me.

"Y'know, maybe I will." He replied, heading out to lock the car. I placed my bags by the sofa, and sat down.

"So, who am I covering for?" I asked Cry as he came through the door. He whipped around to face me, and the action was so sudden that his mask came a bit loose, and I could see his eye. I quickly turned away as Cry fixed his mask.

"Waddya mean, 'who am I covering for'?" He asked. I spread my arms out like I was stating the obvious, which I was.

"There are two different sized pairs of shoes aside from mine by the door." I started out. "Now I know you don't have any siblings here, and there's always the possibility that a friend of yours could have left them on accident, but honestly, they must love foreign brands, because that particular brand can only be found in Europe, and they're not that cheap either. So, either those were imported and your friend left them here…"
I paused to catch my breath, but he probably thought I was trying to be dramatic. "…Or you have someone else here, and they're FROM Europe. I'll ask again: WHO. AM. I. COV-ER-ING. FOR. CRY?" I finished. Cry sighed, and sat down next to me.

"I really wasn't planning on telling anybody…" He muttered. A movement in a mirror on the wall caught my eye, and I glanced up at it. Then I had to sit up straight to focus on it more, because at first I thought I was hallucinating. A half a face was poking out from behind a wall on the opposite side of the room, with sandy blonde hair, and a bright blue eye.

"Oh, no." I said, standing up, and whirling around to come face-to-face (as much as you can from half a room away) with a familiar young man.

"You, I take it, are the one I'm supposed to be saving from his crazy relatives?" I asked him. The blonde sighed, and came out into the open, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah." He said simply; his accent was distinctive, and I felt a small smile from hearing it. I nodded curtly, then held out my hand.

"Pleasure doing business for you, Mr. Kjellburg." I said, smiling lightly. He grinned back, and took my proffered hand with a loud SLAP.

"I appreciate it, Miss Houston." PewDiePie answered.

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Later that day, I was on my phone again after Cry had given me the Wi-Fi password, and I was messaging my girlfriend.

K: Hey, hun.

M: Hey. How was the flight?

K: Good, considering the circumstances.

M: Y U always use big-ass wrdz when U type me?

K: Cuz I can. Y?

M: Is annoying, dass Y!

K: Well, *hmph* :'{

M: *ugh* Don't do that.

K: *heehee* ;b

M: Anyways, guess what came in the mail today?

K: What?

M: Invitations to Pax2016!

K: OMG WAT?!

M: DASS WAT I SAID! _

K: AWESOMENESS!

M: IKR?!

K: Oh, gosh. I better ask Pew-

I rethought about that, then deleted P.E.W.

K: Cry if he's going.

M: srysly? Y?

K: Cuz I have 2 check w/him on it. He's…trying to hide someone. Can't say more.

M: Okay. I trust you.

K: Thnx, bae.

M: Ya, well…Never again.

K: m'kay. TTYL, baby?

M: TTYL. Night.

K: Night?

M: Ya, is like 7 there, right?

I checked the wall clock. Dang, she was right.

K: o, Ya. Night! ^-^

M: Baka.

K: Dobe.

I switched off of Hangouts, and went to check my Twitter. My eyes light up when I saw my newest notification. Alex wanted to talk to me. Quicker than greased lightning, I switched to IM, and started typing.

tributerrano_1: Alex?

***: Hey, Kaite.

tributerrano_1: sup, bro?

***: haha, u been watching Cry again?

tributerrano_1: Uh, Ya actually. He's frying some rice RN.

***: Huh?

tributerrano_1: I'm at his house, goof.

***: WOA! How?! Y?!

tributerrano_1: Hey, chill out, bud. He asked me 2 come.

***: And yet u don't when I asked?

tributerrano_1: whu? U never asked.

***: Uh, Ya I did.

tributerrano_1: huh. Guess I didn't get it.

***: that sux.

tributerrano_1: I'm sorry, Alex.

***: Ya, well…

tributerrano_1: Hey, I'll try 2 come cu sometime, kay?

***: k.

tributerrano_1: so, did u need something, Lexy?

***: I told u not 2 call me that. & Ya, I need something.

tributerrano_1: wat?

***: u doing anything Saturday?

tributerrano_1: Not that he's told me. Y?

***: Well, I was kinda hoping we could co-op something?

I had to read it twice, and even then I wasn't sure what he meant.

tributerrano_1: yeah, sure. Which game?

***: how about gmod?

tributerrano_1: prop hunt, TTT, or murder?

***: definitely murder.

tributerrano_1: haha, okay. W8, my Saturday or your Saturday?

***: My Saturday.

tributerrano_1: okay. Was that it?

Alex took a while to respond. But finally, he said:

***: yeah. That's it.

tributerrano_1: T_T ….rly?

***: …..no.

tributerrano_1: wat else?

***: I was gonna say good night.

He took a while with that one too.

tributerrano_1: T_T…no u weren't.

***: plz don't pressure me.

tributerrano_1: sorry. I'll…come see u after this is over with, okay?

***: rly?

tributerrano_1: yeah. Night. ^-^

***: night. ;)

I chuckled softly as I re-read our conversation. Then I scrolled through the entire column. Pretty amazing how long this thing could track back. I scrolled to the top, all the way to me and Alex's first ever conversation. I read the entire thing, then switched to, go figure, YouTube. Missy had uploaded something to our vlog channel. I read the title.

"INVITES TO PAX?!" I smiled, and scrolled through my notifications. Cry hadn't uploaded anything lately, and neither had Pewdie. Again, go figure. I switched over to Markiplier's channel, and saw a vlog whose title caught my interest.

"IR-ITISH WEEKEND." I pressed it, puzzled.

"Hey, guys! Yeah, the title's probably what caught your attention, huh?" Mark's deep voice rang with its ever present clarity through my headphones. I snorted as he stated the obvious.

"Yeah, well it's pretty true. Ir-itish: Irish and British. This week, I've got two awesome dudes bunking at my place for a little while before we head for Pax." He continued.

My inner fangirl mind started racing at a mile a minute. Both Yami AND Jack? Ooh, there were gonna be some P. fangirls in the comments. After Mark's video was done, I went and checked out Felix's channel to see his last video. It explained that he was gonna take a break from videos for a bit while he prepared for Pax. I rolled my eyes, turned my screen off, and put it in my pocket as I stood up.

"Hey, Cry?" I called, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He said, looking up from the pan he was working with. The rice was already done, but I didn't say anything.

"Are you planning on going to Pax, too?" I asked rather hesitantly. Cry chuckled, shaking his head.

"No, but Pewdie is." He replied. I giggled lightly.

"No, duh. I figured as much." I said in a mock sassy tone, my hands on my hips. Cry laughed as he turned back to the pans. Then I remembered Saturday, and what Alex had asked me.

"Um, hey Cry." I started again. "Do you have any plans for Saturday?"

"Ah, nope, not really." He answered. "Why?"

"Well, I was kinda hoping to get a few videos uploaded while I'm here." I lied, keeping my hands behind my back. My hands had a bad tendency of trembling when I lied. Cry sighed.

"Have you got anything prepared already?" He asked, lifting his mask a bit so he could check the…whatever it was. I shrugged.

"You mean I can't film anything here?" I ventured cautiously. Cry said nothing for a while, then he sighed again.

"You can film in your room. This place is relatively new to me, so…" He trailed off. I nodded, and headed off to my room, calling thanks over my shoulder. Walking down the hallway, I heard something from Pewdie's room.

"No, Marzia. I told you, I'm just hanging with Cry until the con, then I'll be home soon after. Promise." I couldn't help but stop outside the door. What did he say? I heard Pewdie sigh.

"Yeah. Yeah. I love you, too. Bye." I heard him hang up. I stood outside the door in confusion. What was going on? If this wasn't a PewdieCry situation, then… why was I here? Unless…I shook my head violently, and headed to my room. Naw, it couldn't be that kind of situation. Pewdie wasn't that kind of man. But still, I was worried.

Why? Why was I here if not for Cry's…Then it hit me. It was a bogus story. Missy must've had something to do with this. I grinned as I shut the door behind me, and went onto my secret subscriber account. I had never told Missy about this, just like she'd never told me about her secret third channel. But I had found it anyways.

I checked on it, and saw that there was a new video. TOP SECRET PLANS Well, not very secret now, huh? I clicked on the video, determined to find out why I was here. I shouldn't have clicked.

(A/N: Hey, guys! So, I've had a few comments on some of my stories, including one with some advice on how to space the speaking parts of the story. *thanks for that* But I'm also starting to get some hate on my stories too, and all I have to say on that is: "The solution to your problems is simple: NO LIKEY, NO READ-Y. COMPRENDÉ?" Anyways, for those of you who enjoy my stories, I'm glad you do. I'll try to get as many in as I can. Bye!)