Cry's POV

I wake up, hurrying to check the time on the clock nearby.

11:56 A.M.

I sigh, a little glad that I was able to sleep in. But then I panic, is Pewds awake?

'God! What a great way to introduce Pewds to the states... By sleeping in...' I yell to myself.

I look over to my left and my face turns red, "Uh..."

Pewds is on my bed, snoring softly with the blanket only on his legs, his blonde hair over his eyes.

"What the..." I say softly, trying not to wake him up.

Pewds stirs a bit then says, "...What time is it?" He yawns.

"Almost noon," I reply normally, hoping the blush on my face fades away... soon.

He looks up at me, suddenly a bright red blush appears on his face, "CRRY!?"

"Yes?" I ask.

"Uh..." He pause, his bright blue eyes looking at me with embarssment.

He takes a deep breath, the blush still very present on his face, "Well, uh... I heard a big thunk noise so I decided to check out what happened and I saw that you fainted and I couldn't leave you there so I put you in your room and then I guess I must have feel asleep!"

I smile, that was very kind of him... "T-Thank you, friend... That was quite a mouthful though."

He laughs and then scratches his head, "Yeah... I guess so... Sorry Cry! I guess we both must have been pretty tired..."

I laugh as well. 'God he is so cute,' I freeze. Did I just really think that?! What the hell!? What?!

"A-Are you hungry?" I ask, not knowing what I said for a moment.

"Why?" Pewds asks me, his blush dissapered and replaced with confusion.

"Well, it's almost lunchtime..." I say, scratching my head.

He smiles warmly, "Yeah, just a little."

I laugh, "Okay, anything you want."

"Really?!" Pewds says with excitement, almost like a little kid.

I nod, "Yep."

"Do you know how to make waffles?" He asks happily.

"Yeah, want some?" I ask.

He nods, shaking his head up and down really fast like.

"Okay then, friend. It will take me a minute so you can take a shower or something." I say pointing towards my bathroom, "You can use mine or the one in the frontroom."

"Thanks bro!" Pewds smiles, getting up and walking out of my room.

I stare at the door for a moment. God how my room is so freaking white, maybe later this week I can paint it or something. I bet Pewds thought it was really weird.

"Hey Cry, can you show me where the frontroom is?" I hear Pewds calling.

"Yeah!" I hurry and run out of my room and where the sound is coming from.

I run up to where he is and I point toward the bathroom, Pewds thanks me and hurries and grabs some clothes before he goes the shower.

I sigh, hearing the bathroom shower turn off. Hope he likes the waffles, I smiled, remembering what my brother Nathan said last time I made them.

That was almost a year ago, actually in four days it will be exactly a year ago. I have to go for a while in four days then, I hope Pewds will understand and keep himself entertained.

I hurry and put the waffles on the table, putting maple syrup and whipped cream on the table as well.

Suddenly a tear goes down my cheek. I walk away from the table and sit on the kitchen floor. More tears continue to flow until I start sobbing into my knees, letting out quiet moans every once in a while.

"Hey Cry, thank fo-" Pewds stops.

He hurries and runs up to me and kneels down, "Cry? What's wrong...?"

I hurry and wipe away all the tears from my eyes and stand up, "N-Nothing."

"Are you sure?" Pewds frowns, knowing that I'm not telling him the truth.

But I can't... I wish that I could, but I just can't.

"C'mon, let's go eat some breakfast." I say, smiling and giving a hand to him to help him get up.

"Okay," He says, grabbing my hand and getting off the floor.

We get up and walk to the table, I can still feel my eyes a bit puffy though.

Flashback.

"STOP IT, PLEASE DON'T HURT THEM!" I yelled, hoping the men would leave my parents alone.

They had cut open my cheek, leaving a huge bloody gash. My brother, Nathan, had been at a friend's house for a slumber party with one of his friend's for the night. I was so thankful.

"Shut up you little brat." One yelled at me harshly.

I watched as they stole everything valuable we owned. My favorite video games and my console. My brother's $20 he got for his birthday. Even they found out the code to the family safe and took everything, leaving us pennyless.

Two of the men went upstairs to where my parents were sleeping. The other three made sure I didn't say anything or called the police.

A few minutes later, one of the three downstairs grabbed a match and started part of the house on fire, I watched in horror as my own house I'd lived in for years was going to be burned downed to the ground and that there was nothing I could do about.

Suddenly, I heared a scream, a one that could only belong to my mother.

"What are you doing to my mom!?" I yelled at the men.

One smirked, "You'll see."

I listened closely and then I heard my father's scream.

My eyes swelled up, I had to leave the house before I was killed by them or the flames.

They were ripping everything that I knew away from me. They killed my mom and my father. All I had left of anything was my little brother.

I also was left of a constent reminder of what happened, a long scar on my left cheek from when they cut it. God it had hurt.

Nathan was taken by our grandparents and they didn't want me too. I had to be left at an orpanage until my aunt and uncle decicded to take me.

I lived with my cousin, Elizabeth, for years until High School finally ended. But I didn't want anyone to see that terrible scar, so I always wore my 'Cry Mask'.

Finally I made my YouTube Channel, ChaoticMonki, and I was started to be called Cry. I didn't mind, it was natural almost, to have people call me that.

I met a famous YouTuber, PewDiePie, who wanted to become a friend of mind. The only friend I had besides the Late Night crew.

Everything was okay, until September 23rd, that was the day my parents died. I always broke down crying everytime I think about that day.