Cry noticed that the clothes PewDie was wearing were ripped and blood stained in several places. The shirt, Cry guessed it used to be white, was now a shade of gray and stained with blood to were Cry could barely make out the design on the shirt. What he could make out was a gold colored circle with a picture of a guy knelling in the center of the circle. The jeans PewDie was wearing were also ripped and blood stained. Cry's attention was drawn instantly from the ripped and blood stained clothes to the bright lime green headset that rested around PewDie's neck. The headset reminded him of a similar pair he owned, except his were bright cherry red. Cry watch as PewDie got up and walked towered him, he stopped at the foot of Cry's bed and knelt down and retrieved a big black duffel bag and tossed it on the bed and walked to the table and sat down.
"You should probably change your clothes." PewDie said.
"Why, is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" Cry asked as he looked down at his clothes.
"No, but unless you want them to look like my clothes you should find a t-shirt you don't like and a pair of jeans you really don't care for." Pewdiepie answered.
Cry looked at the duffel bag; he couldn't remember what he had packet such a big bag for. Had he been planning to leave for a trip after leaving Russ's house? Or was he on the run from someone? He couldn't remember. He decided to take PewDie's advice so he opened the bag. Inside there were two neatly packet rows of clothes. On top of one of the rows was a folded piece of paper. Cry opened it to find a reminder from Russ.
2/8/14
Cry, don't forget that you're staying at my house this week to do some of our let's play video's for our channels and that we have a live stream tonight with the crew. Oh, and this time don't forget your sleeping bag I'm not going to have a repeat of last month and I don't think you want that ether. And if you forget I'm making you sleep in the bathtub and my bed is off limits got it.
Russ
Cry blushed, he remembered what happen last month, Russ had invited Cry over to spend the weekend at his house because Cry's house had flooded. Cry had packed the only dry clothes he could find and he had gone looking for a sleeping bag but the only one he owned had gotten wet. So when Cry got to Russ's house they had agreed that they would split the bed. One half would be Cry's and the other half would be Russ's. Neither one was to cross into the others half of the bed. But Russ liked to toss and turn a lot through the night and had on one occasion pushed Cry out of bed. Cry had moved to the couch and the following morning Cry had woke up sore and cranky and he had made Russ suffer with him by dumping a can of bright pink paint on Russ's bed and couch, that had pissed off Russ to no extent.
Cry smiled at the memory, it was funny in a way. Cry folded up the reminder and set it aside and continued to look through the bag. He found his cell phone at the bottom. He flipped open the phone and looked through the messages, there were several from Russ and five from SpOOn. He tossed the phone aside and pulled out a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Within a few minutes Cry had changed and repacked the bag. When he was done there was a loud knocking sound at the door then without warning the door flew open and a pretty young girl walked in caring two lunch trays. She set them on the table and was about to leave when she stopped at the door and turned to Cry and said "Lady Clair will see you after lunch, sir." She then turned and walked out the door, which closed with a loud bang behind her.