Chapter 4:
A/N: So, Part 4! I wrote this while pretending to revise for French so... Yeah! If there are any random French words in there... (Puppy dog eyes) Please, I beg of your forgiveness! Ok, not really. And I don't switch languages regularly so, ENJOY! (Tells self to shut up and stop rambling on).
Pewdie's PoV:
"Hey, Ken! Ha, I totally kicked your ass on GTA V! You really do suck at those games!" I laugh, grinning happily at the infuriated brunette.
"Hey, I can't help it! I got stuck in First Person mode! It was unfair!" Ken replies, his eyebrow twitching.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you also suck at FPS games!"
"Shut up! Cry sucks as well! I beat him at least!"
"Yeah, but that's coz Cry doesn't play on consoles much! You play every other day!"
"Maybe he was just not up to it..." Cry piped in, subtly trying to break us apart from our intense arguing.
"OK, OK, I'll let him off this time! But if he's this bad when we enter the tournament then he is NOT getting away!" I laugh, while Ken looks shifty at my threatening comment.
"Yeah, great. Can I enter with you guy..." But before Cry could even finish, he trailed off, slipping sideways of the desk he was leaning on, and onto the floor.
"Cry!" Ken and I cried out, panicking at Cry's sudden collapse.
"Boys! What is wrong? Stop Shouting!" Mr. Dixon said, walking in. But then he spotted Cry.
"Oh, no!" He panicked, looking around the room. "Taylor, Laura and Matt, Go get Matron immediately!"
A/N: So, yup! Part four! Also, a subtle slip of the new OC's, given to me by my friends at school! They are all amazing, and were willing to participate! And for you OC haters (Me kinda being one of them :p) they are only in it for a chapter, or two if I decide to split the PoV's up! Ok, bye my fellow shippers!