I copied and pasted this from my documents, so I'm sorry if the word placement is weird. It took me a couple minutes to fix it, sort of.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pewdiecry. If only.
I stared blankly towards the window, into the outside earth; the sky was illuminating in cobalt, with little puffs of white scattered delicately among its thin layers. It was a pretty sight, something that gave me warmth and confidence for what was awaiting in store. My eyes glanced at the luggage sitting in front of me, before darting back to the window panes; translucent, but still coated in little spots of dust. I was too lazy to clean it off.
I took another shaky breath, hoping that the sunshine raining upon the ground would lessen my nerves in some way. It was my first time traveling alone, and it felt so stressful to do so; I had to double-check everything to make sure I was going the right way, and I reassured myself that I didn't forget anything before I had left. It was easier with someone there with you, someone to tell you if you were at the right stop, or to wake you up when you'd accidentally fallen asleep. And to the point of it all, it was a bit lonely without the presence of a somewhat companion. I reached up, running my hand through my tousled locks, fingers curling around the cowlick that sat atop my head. That gave me comfort, somehow.
The train car lurched forward; it guided my attention away from where I was looking, and I watched the small crowd of people go up upon the train's steps, one-by-one. I wondered if they were as nervous as I was. I wondered if this was their first time traveling alone. I shook my head, allowing my thoughts to dissolve along with it. It was distressing, thinking about what other people were doing, how they were feeling. Though it did leave this curious intent sitting in my brain, and it would calm me down a bit if someone was in the same situation. I felt the car shake underneath me from the people climbing aboard, handing the conductor their tickets, and finding a good spot to sit for the time being before their stop would arrive.
I had this tiny hope in my stomach that maybe someone would sit next to me; but at the same time I knew that I wouldn't make much conversation, nor an interesting one at that. They probably didn't feel like talking to anyone today, too worried about reaching their destinations and being with their families and significant others.
I felt myself wrapped up into my own mind-bending thoughts, that I didn't even realize that someone was talking to me. At least, I think that someone was. I looked up, hoping to find the identity of the disembodied voice.
"Would you mind if I sit here?" He asked, hands scratching the back of his head nervously.
I blinked; my attention too busy registering how extremely attractive he was, to be able to answer his question immediately after. He had blond, sandy hair that tousled messily upon the top of his head; he looked to be of my age, with eyes of cobalt that pierced delicately into mine. He had an odd accent; maybe he was European, though it suited him in a way. I sat up abruptly, my eyes traveling downwards due to me being incapable of looking at his face. I cleared my throat, before speaking.
"Um, sure." I mumbled, and his face lit up in delight. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat; I hoped that he didn't notice.
The blond slid into the seat across from where I was, his elbows resting onto the edge of the table that separated us. He smiled; as gentle and warm as a teddy bear that you would snuggle into at night. My eyes wandered downwards onto the table; he seemed really nice, and I felt foolish for being so awkward at such unjust times.
"Is this your first time traveling by yourself?" He asked. My ears pricked up at the statement. Was he also caught in the same situation?
"Yeah.. how about you?" I managed, my fingers clenching onto the edge of my sweatshirt sleeve. I wondered if he had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. My mouth twitched; I just met this guy, and it embarrassing enough to have him gazing back at me with those blue eyes whilst I had these weird thoughts.
"Yup. I'm glad I'm not the only one." He flashed another grin; it reminded me of a model from those magazines that my mother would read; the ones with smiles so pristine and so bright that I almost felt blinded as I watched her turn the pages. "I was so nervous, I didn't know where to go, and what to do." He added.
I listened intently, before I realized that he was waiting for me to respond. I panicked, spheres of brown darting rapidly against my eyelids. "Oh! Um, yeah." My gaze was directed towards his shirt; it was blue and looked to be of a very soft fabric. I heard him chuckle, light and airy, and I couldn't help but feel the heat burn annoyingly against my cheeks.
"Oh! I've realized I haven't introduced myself. I'm Felix." He raised his hand towards me, as though he was waiting for me to shake it. I looked upon it in reluctance; for that I had just met him, and it was difficult enough for me to mumble simple words to him, nonetheless shake his hand. My eyes rested upon Felix's outstretched fingers, before I was finally able to grasp it into mine.
"Cry." I waited for him to give a me a strange look, and sure enough, there it was. His eyes flickered, but for just a moment; he wasn't as noticeably reactive to my name as most people were. Felix's hand felt warm and fit evenly into mine; my eyes looked forward, before realizing that our hands were still laced together. I blushed, and pulled away first, hoping the gesture didn't make me look rude.
"Your name is really interesting." Felix scooted closer towards me, his chin resting delicately upon his palms. Usually I didn't like people talking about my name, but with him, it felt so normal, and my anxiety seemed to lessen as I looked up towards him. "It's not my real name," I assured him. "It's sort of like a pseudonym. And it kind of stuck." I managed an awkward chuckle.
He nodded, smiling. "I sometimes go by the name PewDiePie. It's a long story." I tilted my head, curious as to how that alias came to be.
"I've got time." It was my turn to laugh and smirk in amusement, and I was quite surprised at myself for acting in such a way. A single wisp of hair escaped from his tousled locks; and he brushed it upwards towards his bangs. It looked so amazingly soft, and it took great willpower not to just up and run my hands through it.
"I play video games for a living." Felix shyly looked upon the table. I felt myself brighten up.
"Dude, I love video games." I blurted out, blushing immediately after as I realized what I had said. He chuckled amusingly in response. "Just for fun, though. I never knew you could make a living out of it." I added.
"I have a YouTube channel. It's where I'm well-known as my alias." He drummed his fingers on the table, his perfectly structured lips spreading across his face into a simple smile; and I almost felt the need to cower over in embarrassment, due to his unintentional ways of being so fucking cute. "It's where I play games for my subscribers." He tapped his finger tenderly against his cheek, before his eyes lit up in excitement.
"You should get one. And we can do videos together." Felix bounced in his seat, and I couldn't help but laugh at how silly, yet agonizingly adorable he was. His eyes cast a glance towards his watch, and my stomach lurched in response. I hadn't noticed how long I was talking to him. I simultaneously did the same, and I exhaled in relief. I still had an hour before my departure. I turned towards him.
"When are you leaving?" I felt reluctant to ask. Felix looked up, his lips of roseate upturning into that of a gentle smile. I wondered if I sounded too eager for him to stay longer. "An hour and a half. How about you?"
The statement almost made me frown, but I didn't want to appear too disappointed. He must've been paying close attention to the way I had reacted, because he looked at me, a smile so bittersweet. "I'm leaving in about an hour." I admitted, fingers lacing together nervously.
Felix sat back in response, arms outstretching. I caught a sight of his stomach, and I gulped at the pale and slender skin peeking out from underneath his shirt. I hope that he didn't notice me looking as he scooted closer, or as much as the table allowed him at least.
"Well, we better make it last." Felix grinned.
We spent the last hour talking about our lives; though it was mostly me listening intently as he told me about everything that was going on in his life. It turns out he's from Sweden, and was visiting a friend that lived in upstate New York. He has a pug named Maya, and was thinking of getting another. He showed me a picture, and I couldn't help but coo at its adorable wrinkles; for that I was more of a dog person, considering I myself owned a cat. I told him to name the other Edgar, and he smiled, and told me that he would reconsider it.
I didn't want to leave, and I was completely content with listening to him talk about himself for hours, spheres of cobalt shining in merriment. It was quite adorable, to be honest.
"What is your gamer tag?" Felix asked, taking out his cellphone.
"Cryaotic. I'm guessing yours is Pewds." I replied in nonchalance, before realizing I had mispronounced his name in a way so far from the word that I was intending. He chuckled in amusement, watching as I blushed and stuttered in humiliation.
"Pewds? I've never heard anyone using that before. I like it." He smiled.
We had just exchanged our numbers when I heard a loud chime echoing throughout the train car. My stomach flipped, knowing what that had meant.
We have arrived at our next stop. Anyone who is departing please be mindful of the steps as you go off. That'll be all. The voice, monotonous and passive to the point of a robot repeated the statement, before it grew silent. Only the shuffling of people getting off could be heard.
I blinked, reaching for my bags. I felt his eyes on me as I began to stand up. I allowed a loud breath to escape my wavering lips; for that I was nervous, and I didn't want to leave just yet.
I was sure that Felix knew that as well, for that he clutched tightly onto my arm as I began to leave. "Wait, Cry." The corner of his lips lingered into that of a sad smile, and I wanted to hug him so badly; to hold him in my arms until he was smiling and laughing again.
"I really hope to see you soon." Felix stood up abruptly, arms wrapping around me as I was pulled into a gentle embrace. I blinked yet again, late to register what was currently happening, before I felt my eyes widen and my body temperature rise in embarrassment. He smelled so warm, like cinnamon cookies that had just come out of the oven, or fire crackling loudly upon a cold, winter night. His stubble tickled against my cheeks, and I hugged him back. Just because.
"Me too." As much as I didn't want to, I let go first, allowing my arms to rest at my sides. Felix placed a palm on my shoulder, before nodding; as though he was reassuring me that it was okay to go, and that I shouldn't worry so much.
I turned and walked off, hurrying past rows and rows of seats before finally reaching the entrance. I wondered if he was watching me as I left, for that I didn't look back, nor did I want to. I stepped off onto the platform, careful not to trip on the metal steps.
I heard a loud hiss from the train engine, signaling it's inevitable departure. I sighed sadly, turning around and watching it slowly exit from the station.
I looked upwards, and as it left, I caught Felix, waving at me through the window. My lips upturned into a smile; I waved back, and I kept waving until the train disappeared into the eerie shadows of the station tunnel. I stood there for a few moments, before walking off, my fingers clutching tightly onto the handle of my satchel. But I wasn't nervous. I wasn't scared.
I made a friend. And I knew that I would see him again.