Amnesia // pewdiecry

- 8 - Cry

I FORGOT TO MENTION IN MY LAST CHAPTER, HAS ANYONE HEARD DAVE'S S NEWEST SONG?? IT'S CALLED "SPECTRUM" AND IT HAS CRY AND MINX IN IT AND ITS REALLY GOOD AND IT RELATES TO ME SO MUCH GO LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW!!!

*cough*

but anyways, enjoy! ^^

*unedited - too lazy to edit*
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I don't normally sleep with my mask on.

I mean, yeah, I do wear my mask a lot. But I don't wear it to bed. There's no need to. Unless there's someone sleeping over. Other than that, I hardly wear my mask in bead, or at home for that matter.

In all the PewDieCry fanfictions I've read (don't you dare judge me. I find the ship very cute) but in all the fanfictions I've read, I wear my mask all the time, 24/7.

Let me just start off by saying that's not true.

I live alone in my apartment. I don't normally have guests here. I don't have parties at my house. I don't invite friends over. So there's no reason to wear my mask at home.

But with Pewds here, it's different. He's never seen my face before. Not once. Not even before the accident. In all the times we've done co-ops together, he has never seen my face or asked about seeing it.

I guess he didn't care? Not that I mind. I don't like it when people ask me to send them pictures for money, or more subscribers. Yuck.

I woke up feeling very uncomfortable and awkward. I sat up on the bed and reached under my mask to rub my eyes. Oh, right. I didn't take the mask off last night. I also forgot to change into my pajamas.

I adjusted my mask, then blinked. "Pewds?" I called out, getting up out of bed. "In here!" A voice called from outside the door.

I opened the door, and walked into the kitchen. Pewds was there pouring orange juice into two glasses. On the table there were two plates with eggs, bacon, and toast. How did he manage to find all these things on his own?

"Pew-I mean-Felix, how did you.. when did you... you didn't have to make all of this on your own!" I stood there in awe at his amazing ability to cook.

"It was nothing." He shrugged. "This isn't much. It's my way of saying thanks for letting me stay here. Have a seat."

"I'm gonna go freshen up first." I turned around to leave but stopped when I heard him call me. "I hope you don't mind, but I used your mouthwash this morning since I don't have my toothbrush or any of my stuff yet."

"That's fine. I'll be right back."

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I sat down in the chair and stared at the food. I should at least wait for him to have the first bite before I start eating.

"By the way, I don't mind you calling me Pewds. I like the nickname. It's unique." He put the orange juice back into the fridge then started washing his hands in the sink.

"When did you wake up?"

"I woke up about an hour ago. I guess I'm not used to Florida's timezone." He dried off his hands and sat across from me. "Aren't you going to start eating?"

I nodded and picked up my fork. I stabbed the piece of meat and put it into my mouth. "Not bad." I commented, picking up a few more pieces and stuffing them into my mouth. "That's good." Pewds smiled. "I don't cook that often."

"Really? It tastes great. You did a really good job." I could see Pewds faint blush through my mask. "Thanks." He said as he began digging into his own food.