Amnesia // pewdiecry

- 7 - Pewdie

I bit my lip as soon as the elevator doors opened. I guess I was thankful the elevator interrupted me. I had no clue how I was going to explain my dream to Cry, especially the part where he kissed me!

I glanced at him before stepping into the elevator and giving the two girls inside a friendly smile. Cry stood beside me and pressed the button for the first floor while the doors closed.

We stood at the back of the elevator while the girls stood at the left of us. They looked to be in there teens. One had dark-brown hair while the other one had more of a sandy blonde, similar to mine. I pretended not to notice the brown-haired girl staring at me. It made me kind of uncomfortable. I was staring at the numbers on the elevator while Cry was staring at the-... well...

You never know what the heck Cry is staring at because of his mask.

I stared thinking of all the reasons why Cry wore his mask. Maybe he had a thing with germs, and he didn't want people to talk directly in his face? Or he was just really subconscious about his face? Holy shit, what if he was a freaking cyborg, and half of his face was metal while the other half was human?

The brown girl on my right whispered something to her friend. Her friend tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "Hey, my friend wants to know if you're PewDiePie."

"Ally!" The brown haired girl said, punching her friend in the arm. "What? It's not like you were ever going to ask him yourself." The blonde one, Ally, retorted.

I gave the girls a confused half-grin and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know who that-"

Cry cut me off before I could finish. "Indeed he is! 'Sup? I'm his friend, Cryaotic. Nice to meet you guys." He said, stretching out his arms to give the girls a handshake.

"Awesome! I'm Ally, and this is my friend Sam." Ally shook Cry's hand while Sam just gawked at us. "I-I knew it! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" Sam squealed and gave us a quick hug.

The elevator doors opened with a 'ping'. Sam jumped in front of us and squealed, "You. Guys. Are. Awesome! I love you both sooo much!" She stood in front of us, still squealing and frantically fanning herself until Ally pulled her away, giving us apologetic looks before the two of them left the elevator.

"What.." I blinked as I stepped out of the elevator, "...the hell just happened?"

"That, my friend," Cry said as he put his hand on my shoulder, "Was a wild fangirl."

~

Cry and I made it to the airport just in time. By the time we made it to our terminal we were out of breath. I looked around the terminal waiting room area with a puzzled look on my face. "Cry.. where is everybody?"

Just then, the terminal doors opened and a familiar woman stepped in the opening of the doors. "Fanny, what are you doing here?" I asked.

My sister smiled and folded her hands in front of her skirt. "I've come to say goodbye to you, and I also came to tell you that I rented a private jet for you and Cry, since I know how secretive he is."

Cry shrugged and gave her a quick nod. "Thanks for the jet." He said, then walked over to her and gave her a hug. He probably rode the jet here to visit me. "No problem! Felix, most of your things are being shipped to Cry's apartment. It should arrive probably tomorrow afternoon at latest."

My mind felt heavy as I tried to understand the point of all of this. "Fanny, I don't get it. Why can't I stay here in Sweden? Why am I going to Florida of all places? Why can't I remember anything?!" I felt myself getting angrier with each question. It just didn't make any sense to me! I wanted to stay here with my family. Cry's an okay guy and all, but I just wish I could be here with everyone.

Fanny walked up to me and pulled me into a loving embrace. "Oh, Felix, I'm so sorry for all of this. It's not your fault, sweetie, none of this is. You just need to go with Cry to avoid the media and the paparazzi. The doctor doesn't want that kind of stress and attention on you. I'm sorry Felix.."

I could tell she was crying. Her body was trembling slightly in her arms as her voice cracked during her apology. I stroked my sisters hair and rubbed her back. "Fan, it's okay, I understand." I let go of her and gently set my hand on her shoulder. "Just promise me that you'll watch over mom and tell her I'm okay, yeah?"

Fanny nodded and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Her dirty blonde hair was a little messy from my strokes. "I will, I promise." She gave me a small smile, pecked our cheeks, then walked off down the hall without turning back. I'm glad she didn't turn around. I'm certain she would've ran back and thrown herself at me while bawling.

I felt wet tears run down my cheeks. I didn't realize I had been crying too. I quickly wiped them off and took a deep breath. "Okay. Next stop, Florida." I smoothes out my shirt and walked with Cry into the jet.

~

The flight to Florida was okay, I guess. Cry forgot to warn me about his fear of heights and plane sickness, so I spent the last 8 and a half hours watching over him. I didn't get a wink of sleep. It wasn't only because of that, though. I was thinking about everything that has happened and I've been trying to recover my memories. Did I ever own a golden chair named Bengt???

Cry fell asleep with his head resting on my shoulder. I didn't mind it much. His dark brown hair was actually pretty darn soft. He slept for most of the trip, about 5 hours. If I had known he was that tired I would've driven us to the airport.

It was now 3:42 AM in Florida. When we landed, I tapped Cry on his thigh to wake him up. He groaned and mumbled something, but sat up straighter so I knew he was awake. His mask was now a little crooked from his slumber.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." I grinned.

"Nnn.." He replied while stretching his arms. "...Hi."

I laughed, then stretched my hand out to his face. He froze, and almost flinched as I tugged his mask to its original position. I raised my eyebrow at his sudden defense. "Wouldn't want this coming off." I muttered, standing up to get Cry's carry-on.

I saw Cry gently touch his mask before getting up to help me get his luggage down.

What was he hiding under that mask, anyway?

~

"We're here!"

"Finally!"

I sprang up out of the car and ran to the doorstep of his apartment with his keys. Cry laughed and shouted at me to wait for him. I didn't listen and I
opened the door.

It was a pretty decent apartment considering the size. I could see his gaming systems lying on the floor all nicely line up with his video games all piled on one another in 4 high stacks. He had two bean bag chairs, one red and one green.

I walked into the door on my right. He had one bed in his room and a bathroom connecting to his room. In another room, there was another bathroom and right in front of the living room was a kitchen.

I let out a low whistle as Cry rolled his luggage inside. "Not bad." I commented with a smile.

"Thanks." He rolled the luggage into his room, then immediately flopped onto the bed with his arms wide open. "It feels so good to be home~" he sighed as he rubbed his face into his pillows.

I chuckled and belly flopped right next to him.

The sheets smelled fresh and clean. I took a deep breath through my nose. I didn't get a wink of sleep on the plane, and hadn't realized how tired I was until I relaxed onto the bed.

I rested my head on my arms and shut my eyes. My head hurt whenever I tried to remember what happened before the accident. This whole situation was just frustrating. I wake up in the hospital one day, get told I was in a coma for 3 days with amnesia, then fly to Florida with some dude in a mask named Cry.

I can't help but wonder if this was all my fault? Was I the one who caused the accident? Was anyone else hurt because of me? I forgot to ask Fanny.. I guess I'll ask Cry tommorow. My mind is too tired to form words to speak. I lose myself in my thoughts, and fall into a deep sleep.

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This chapter was waay to short. I just thought I should post this to show that this story is still continuing.