Pewdie's POV

It wasn't exactly like Cry had invited me to come to California. We were talking about it for a couple of months but I think he didn't expect me to actually come over. When I informed him about my flight just a week ago I could literally hear his jaw drop.

As I stood in the middle of the entrance my suitcase packed and ready to go beside me I threw a quick glance over the apartment. All the windows were closed and any blind lowered. Practically I was ready to go but still I had this famous feeling as if I had forgotten something. I quickly went over the things I would need in America. I hadn't bothered to create a packing list. I never did when I traveled. It was one of the things Marzia would do for me. She was always the conscientious one in our relationship.

I sighed, feeling my heart twitch slightly. Although I had decided not to worry about it I couldn't get her dissapointed expression out of my mind when I told her I was going to America this week. I don't know why she had reacted like that. She had simply pressed her lips together making them turn into a strict line and stared at me as if I had confessed to her that I hit Puga-Chan with my car. She eventually nodded and turned around without a single word escaping her lips. An hour or so later she left the house with Puga-Chan. That was when I last saw her. I think she went to stay at a friend's place.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I heard the taxi's horn. It was waiting outside to take me to the airport and I hurriedly grabbed my bags and shut the door behind me. It occurred to me that what I was about to do would have conquences but I harshly pushed my doubts away as I rushed down to the driver waiting for me and already looking slightly pissed. I stowed my bags in the trunk and sat on the front passenger seat.

Cry's POV

I quit the game and turend off the recording. Enough time killing for one day. My gaze roamed the red numbers of my alarm clock. I had to pick up Pewds from the airport at 5pm. I had finally managed to remember the time since Felix sent me about twenty text massages to remind me of it. It took about half an hour to drive to the airport and it was already nearing 4pm so I decided to make myself a little bit more presentable and headed for the bathroom. The guy facing me in the mirror looked horrible. His curly brown hair were a complete mess and his skin was close to white due to the many hours of gaming in a shut dark room. I stuck out my tongue to this terrible person and splashed my face with cold water. Quickly and rudely I brushed my hair noticing that they had once again become quite long. Raising my gaze back up to the reflection I couldn't notice any improvement to my appearance. I shook my head, a humorless chuckle escaping my lips. As if there could ever be any improvement.

I returned to my room. It was even messier than ever because when I tried to tidy up the living room I somehow ended up just throwing everything from one room into the other. This way I didn't eliminate the mess I just shifted it and was satisfied with the outcome, so.. why worry?

In passing, I picked up my mask from the nightstand where I had left it yesterday. Back in the bathroom I threw my reflection a last contemptuous glance before I lifted my hands and the cold ceramic cupped my face. I hurriedly put the strap around my head and secured it at the other side of the round white face. After that I pulled individual strands of hair out from under the leather until I was somewhat satisfied with my appearance. My features were almost completely hidden under the circular mask. Only my mouth was visible but even that was only for a practical reason. You try to eat and drink with your mouth covered by a mask. That's not even half as easy as it sounds.

It was then time to go and I headed for the front door picking up my favorite hoodie from the couch. It was a dark green and had tiny ears attached to the hood. I liked wearing it. It was soo soft and comfortable even if it looked a little strange with the ears but, hey.. tell me what didn't look strange at me. I was anyway far past the point where I still cared about people thinking I was weird. At least they didn't know me and would never get to know me. That was all I cared about.

I leaped into the driver's seat and started the engine. I put the car in gear and took off in airport-direction.

Pewdie's POV

I prayed for Cry not to have forgotten me. Before I boarded the plane and had to turn off my phone I sent him about twenty or so messages to pick me up at the right time. It was actually my first time in America and I didn't really want to get lost the first day. I also texted Marzia that I was boarding now but she didn't reply making my concerns grow bigger once more. I really had no fucking clue what was going on in her head. Why was she so mad at me. It wasn't the first time I traveled somewhere without her. It has never been a problem before.

I decided to push the thought away once more and put on my seat belt as a slender woman in a stewardess' uniform rattled off the safety instructions. I barely even listened. She had an unbearable voice and also I had gone through this procedure multiple times before so I didn't see any necessity to pay attention.

Ten minutes later the plane took off. It was a rather quiet an boring flight. I watched a few movies but at some point I simply fell asleep. When I woke up the slender stewardess was telling everyone to get ther seatbelts back on for the landing. Still sleepy I reached for thr belt and attached it back on just in time. Although it was already 5pm the Californian sun was still burning bright. I'll never get used to this time difference- thing. As I was just considering that sleeping on the plane perhaps wasn't that good of an idea the wheels hit the ground.

The checkout was very time-consuming and I was glad as I stepped out of the airport. I looked aroung only now considering the fact that I had never seen Cry before and didn't really know who I was looking for. After a few minutes a car pulled up to the right of the airport's exit. I stared in disbelief for a second as I watched the guy stepping out of the vehicle and making his way to where I was standing. He came to rest directly in front of me and slowly tilted his head upwards for I was a bit taller than him. I didn't really know how to act other than staring into the blue eyes beneath the 'sup-face mask.

"Hello friend" a well-known dulcet voice escaped the guy's smiling mouth – the only visible part of his face – and I couldn't help but grin myself.

"Cry, It's you, bro!" My euphoria about meeting my best friend face to ... mask got the better of me and I stepped forward to pull Cry into a hug. It was maybe kind of weird to meet each other the first time personally and I expected it to be kind of awkward but I didn't expect Cry to freeze like he did when I put my arms around him.

"Um, yeah. It's me" he replied hesitatingly and lifted his hands to pat my back. I felt him grew more uncomfortable the longer I hugged him and so I let go of him.

"I still can't believe I'm finally meeting you bro!" I smiled to reassure him. Maybe I had not chosen the best way to start things off. He gave me a weak smile and grabbed one of my bags.

"Same here, but... maybe we should talk on in private. You are a little bit too showy, buddy." He nodded in a direction where a group of people were standing babbling in excitement and pointing in our direction. I gulped and nodded.

"The bros are really everywhere" I grinned and we quickly made our way back to Cry's car.

A/N: So yeah, this was the second chapter. I know it still isn't much but it's really hard for me to write long texts since english isn't my first language and I have to read every single sentence over and over againt until it sounds good. So far the story seems very unspectacular but I know where I want to go with it and I think it's going to be good :) Please review and let me know what you like/dislike. Also sorry for the language/grammar/spelling-mistakes :(

-Thaye