Chapter Two
Cry's POV:
"Sir? Sorry to disturb you, but we've landed in Italy. It's time to get off." The young flight attendant said, as she shook me awake.
"Wha-? Oh! Thanks friend." I said sleepily from behind my precious mask. I sat up in my seat and streched. I glanced over at the flight attendant with a slight frown on my face. She was staring. Staring at my mask... Almost as if she were frightened of it/me. My self-confidence had just reached a new all time low.
" Uh... You can uh leave... I'll be fine..." I trailed off awkwardly. Her eyes widened when she realized I knew she was staring at me.
"Oh! Uh... I'll just be going now." She stumbled over her words.
"You do that." I muttered. With the combination of this incident and the time difference, I was in a bad mood. It was like 3 am back in Florida. Too early for me.
I grabbed all of my stuff, which wasn't much, and got off of that damn plane. I glanced around, looking for Felix and/or Marzia. They were no where in sight. I shrugged, figuring they were just a bit late. Maybe traffic or something. I sat down on a bench nearby, and prepared to wait.
Two hours later, and I'm still sitting here, waiting. I slouched even further down on the bench, if that was even possible, and sighed. My phone, laying on my thigh, had been silent the whole time I was waiting, besides the 50 times I had tried to call them. I would have just taken a cab, but, being the genius I am, left most of my money at home, and besides, I never even got Felix's new address.
I dialed Felix's number yet again. It rang. And rang. And rang. Then I heard a click, almost as if somebody was acually picking up. But nope. Just his goddamn answering machine. I groaned and hung up, not even bothering to listen to his cute, cheerful voice blathering on about leaving a message. By this time, I hadn't even hoped that the click would acually be him answering. Too many disappointments. I ran my fingers through my already unruly, chocolate brown hair. I resigned to watching more people walk by. By now, I had seen tons of families and planes come and go.
At first, I was fine with the waiting. I guess that, despite my awful mood, I was excited about coming to see Felix. Now, I was just becoming depressed. Every happy family that walked by, just made me realize how screwed up my family acually is. My hidden, forlorn eyes caught every joyful, excited family that walked by. I felt a burning in the back of my eyes. 'No, Ryan. You are not going to cry. You are not going to cry. You've had enough self-pity. Man up.' I thought to myself angrily. But the thoughts kept coming. 'Why couldn't I have a family who was normal and just loved me, even when I screwed up? Why couldn't I have friends who acually cared enough to come pick me up? Why-'
Suddenly interrupting my thoughts, my phone vibrated on my leg. I quickly sat up and glanced at the caller ID. Pewdiepie a.k.a. Felix. I glared at the phone. Oh this kid is going to get it! I smashed my thumb against my cheap phone's answer call button.
"What the fuck man?! You didn't even respond to any of my goddamn texts or calls! I've been sitting here for like two hours!" I yelled into the reciever, practically spitting fire.
"Woah. Hehe. Chillll out mah friend! We need to all just chillll out." The thick Swedish accent slurred into his end of the phone. The bad reception made it almost impossible to make out, but I got the gist of it. Of course. He was drunk and probably still drinking. Now why the heck would he get drunk, when he knew how much I disliked drunks? He knew I was coming... Didn't he?
I sighed. Whether or not he remembered that I was coming wasn't the point right now. Getting out of this place was. I lowered my voice a bit, but the rage was still burning in my eyes.
"Let me talk to Marzia." Whenever Pewds was drunk, she was there.
"Why do you ne-"
"Please. Just hand her the phone."
"But whyyyy?"
"JUST LET ME TALK TO HER!" I lost my temper and patience om the last sentance. I heard him whine like a little kid and could imagine his kicked puppy look. It almost made me feel bad for yelling. Keyword being almost. I then heard him handing the phone off to someone. I think it would be a safe bet to assume it was Marzia. I began mentally preparing myself for Mar-
"Cry? Ryan?" Oh. Too late.
"Um yeah." I still had an undertone of posion still laced in my voice. "What? Forget I exsisted?" Okay, maybe I was being a bit rude. But I was on my last nerve. No. I was beyond my last nerve.
"Ry, what do you mean? What's wrong?" She sounded genuinly confused as to why I was so mad. That made me rethink my tone of voice. Maybe a bit nicer? Nah, this gives me an excuse to yell at the girl who stole my man- I mean my friend.
"What's wrong?!" I laughed wryly. "Hmm. Let'a think, shall we?" My voice was becoming gradually louder, so I tried to bring it down. But it was almost as if I had lost control of what I was saying, and my blind rage was taking over. "Maybe it's the fact that I should be sleeping right now? Or maybe that I've been on the plane for 10 hours? Or perhaps the fact that I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR TWO DAMN HOURS FOR ONE OF YOU TO PICK ME UP?! Other then that, I'm perfectly fine!" I put a ton of sarcasm into my last sentance, being as it was my native language.
"Look, Ryan, I think that you are either sick or drunk. Felix didn't mention anything about you visiting. I think you should just go to bed, get some rest and when you wake up, you will be fine." But I heard nothing of what she said after I heard the second sentence. I was shocked. I mean, I was his best friend... Right? Maybe not. I began doubting every single word he had ever said. But perhaps if I had listened closer to her, and wasn't so busy freaking out, I would have heard the tone of betrayal in her voice when she spoke those words.

hey bros! Thanks for reading! (Aka only Kato and possibly Brooke) So basically updates whenever I feel like it and yeah. Sorry for the awful story just trying it out. Broday Everyday! *Brofist*