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I've had a lot on my chest lately. This week has literally been, tests, tests, and more tests. On Monday I had a science test. Tuesday was a mile run. Wednesday I had to make up a history test. On Thursday I had ANOTHER history test. And Friday: math test.

So now that that is off my chest, I will continue to write.

(I have nothing against gay people by the way. Cry in this story is a little homophobic because of reasons later in the story, k? K.)

DAY COUNT: 9

PewDie's POV (This chapter is mostly Pewds' POV.)

'Are you two even dating?'

Cry's words echoed in my mind as I lay on my bed. No. Ken and I weren't dating each other.

(A/N: oh. my. gosh. I'm crying. I downloaded the last of us soundtrack onto my iPod and the saddest one came on while typing this. It fits the mood so perfectly. It's called: Home - By: Gustavo Santaolalla)

'What happened to Mary... Or Maria... Or whatever the f**k her name was?'

All that I know, we're still dating.

'How would she feel if she knew that her boyfriend was f**king cheating on her?'

I couldn't answer that. I don't know how she would feel. I.. I screwed up big-time. I'm going to have to tell her eventually. But if I do, then she'll probably break up with me. I have to get this off my chest.

Here goes nothing..

Or everything...

(A/N: oh gosh.. All Gone - By: Gustavo Santaolalla just came on. So sad... ;(...)

I pulled out my phone and texted Marzia.

Pewds: you free?
Marzia: yep wats up?
Pewds: just wanna talk
Marzia: k
Pewds: meet the globe
Marzia: k

I got up and put on my red jacket. Mentally preparing myself for a break up, I walked out of my room. When I got out, I glanced at Cry's door. It was opened, because he wasn't here. He had left this morning. It seemed like he was trying to avoid me.

Curiosity made me walk into his room and look at the picture on his dresser. It looked like a family photo. There was an older woman, a teenage boy who's face was covered by his hood, a teenage girl slightly taller than the hooded child, and a baby. I guessed that the baby was Cry's younger sibling, the boy with the hoodie was Cry, and the taller girl was Cry's sister. The older woman was his mom obviously. But where's the dad? He must be taking the picture.

I left Cry's room and exited the front door. When I reached the globe in the middle of the courtyard, I sat down, waiting for Marzia. She arrived soon after I did, and we took a little walk to a nearby park. The park was strangely empty on a Saturday. I paid no mind, and sat down at one of the benches.

Marzia was first to say something.

"There's something you want to tell me, Felix?"
"Y-yeah.." I said, getting nervous out of nowhere.
"I do too.."
"I'll go first."
"Ok."

I cleared my throat, ready to be yelled at.

"Marzia, I.. I-" I paused as I was cut off by a bunch of girls screaming.

"MARZZZZIIIIIAAAAAA!" I turned my head as a lot of girls in expensive-looking clothing came from nowhere.

"Sorry Felix. I gotta go. I promised my fashion team that I would help them create our next dress. Today."

"Oh it's fine. I'll tell you... Later. Bye."

"Bye Felix! I love you!"

"Love you too..."

The group of girls quickly left, leaving me deserted. I stood up from the bench, and started to walk around the park. It was a little cold, and I was glad I had my jacket. I didn't get to tell her.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw a white poker face mask near a tree. The person attached to it seemed to be relaxed. He seemed asleep.

Cry was asleep. Again. Like the time before Ken and I.. Made-out.

And I again, even though I knew now that he was a light sleeper, tried to take off his mask.

My hand reached out for his mask, this time touching the string, but right as I had it almost undone, Cry mumbled something I didn't quite catch.

"What?" I asked, removing my hand from his face.

"I'm not asleep, you know."

I jumped back and started to ramble off in Swedish.

"Jag är ledsen. Jag är ledsen. Jag är så ledsen. Jag var bara få nyfikna igen. Jag känner mig fruktansvärt, om vad jag just gjorde. Jag var bara tvungen att ta itu
med-*"

Cry stopped me from rambling by saying, "English, bro. I speak it."

"Oh.. Sorry.. I was just rambling..."

"It's fine. I'm guessing that since you repeated yourself multiple times, that you probably were saying sorry. And... It's fine I guess." He sounded slightly annoyed. "Um... Sorry about yesterday. I kind of exploded a little bit."

"N-no! It's fine! R-really... It is..."
"You sure... I... I feel real bad about it, too."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it, Cry."
"So.. Why you here?"
"I'm just.. Taking a walk... What are doing here?"

He paused, hesitant.

"I... Uhhh... I'm just cooling off my head."
"Oh."
"Yeah..."

He stood up, and said, "I'm gonna... Head back to the dorms.. You gonna stay here... Or... ?"

"Oh.. I was just.. Uh... Heading back when I saw you! Umm... Sorry about that. I'm just so damn curious sometimes."

"Dude. It's fine. Russ tried to pull it off," he said, pointing to his mask, "when I went to his house one time. He thought I was sleeping." He chuckled at the end, sending chills up my spine.

Cry POV

When we got back to the dorm, I set up Battlefield 3 on my PS3.

"Whhhaaaaaaaaaaaattttt?" Pewdie drawled when he saw the home screen of the PS3.

"What?" I asked, curious of why he was so shocked.
"Why can't we play on the Xbox?"

"I'm more so a PlayStation kind of guy." Felix gave an exaggerated sigh.

~Time Skip~

I was laughing my ass off, watching Felix die. Again. And then there was a knock at the door.

Pewds stopped scolding me for laughing at him, and looked at the door. I stopped laughing, and looked at the door. We looked at each other. Pewds gave me a should-I-answer-it? look. I nodded, and Pewds got up to answer it.

Guess who it was. Just guess. That's right. Ken was at the door. Ken. Was. At. The. F**king. Door. Again.

I got up, flustered. This was getting on my nerves. Why did he always have to come here? Seriously?

Pewds seemed surprised that Ken came here after what he did. I don't know why, but watching Pewds kiss Ken so passionately... made me... Mad... Not really mad, but... There was this feeling that I can't describe. I felt... Envious. I'm not sure of who, though.

Before Ken even stepped inside, he leaned in and kissed Pewds. My hands balled into fists, and I could feel this annoyed twitch coming from inside. Before the kiss could get any deeper, I walked behind Felix, pulled him away from that molester of a man, and pushed Ken out of the doorway. I slammed the door, and looked at Felix.

"Sorry..."

"Sure you are." I walked away and headed toward my room to blow off some steam.

A/N: no offense to Ken. So it's late. And it's Saturday. Someone slap me, please. I forgot. AGAIN. I was doing stuff with my family Friday and I slept for most of the day. Sooo... Here's a thing:

*Can anyone guess what he was saying? Well guess what? There is no guessing. This is the translation:

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was just getting curious again. I feel terrible, about what I just did. I just had to deal with-

So that's it for today. Love you people. See you around...

-Minus