Chapter 5
When I met Pewdiepie
Great. Thanks a lot Wattpad for deleting my chapter...twice! Hey guis, this is my third time rewriting this chapter. As I promised, this chapter is going to be extra long and sorry I haven't been updating. 40 READS! Eek! That's awesome BROZIPANS! I am going to call you guys BROZIPANS <3 thank you. And as always...see you after the chapter!
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"Ain't nobody got time fo' dat!" I exclaim loudly to Felix, who, is trying to make me find his sweater.
"Come on. I need to film in it." He whines.
"Hey! Guys! I made milkshakes!" Marzia says as she strides into the room, holding a tray of three tall glasses.
"Thank you Marzia!" Felix and I say in sync. I turn back to Pewds.
"By the way, its not my fault you have to pretend to be a walrus." I say, grinning.
"Hey! Blame the bros." He accuses.
"Nope." I say, shaking my head. I take a long, gleeful sip of my banana milkshake and place it down on the kitchen counter.
"Find it yourself." I say smiling.
"Do you want to be in the video or not?" Felix says, rummaging through some laundry. He flings clothes everywhere and a dress lands on my feet.
"Hey, wear this" I say, chucking him the knee high dress. He holds it up, searching it for any flaws.
"It'll do. I guess it would make me look like a fatty seal."
"Hey! That dress does not make me look like a walrus!" Marzia fake sobs. I go over to her and comfort her, smiling at Pewdie.
"What have you done? You monster!" I burst out laughing at my comment and so does Marzia and Felix.
"Are we going to start filming or not." A man says, walking into the kitchen. We all stop laughing and stare awkwardly at him. Pewds walks over to him and turns to face me.
"Clem, this is Ken. CinnamonToast this is Clementine." Felix introduces us. I smile. Ken's mouth drops open.
"Another one." I whisper under my breath.
"Clementine?" He looks to Pewdie for an answer, who just nods. "She has the hat and everything."
"She has no idea what the game is. And get this, her dad gave the hat to her." Felix states.
"That's amazing, but we have to start filming." Ken says, walking past us and into the lounge room. I follow Pewds who meets up with Cinnamon. Ken picks up his iPhone on the coffee table and clears his throat.
"First scene! Take one!" He shouts and presses a button on the camera.
"H-h-h-how's it going bros? My name is PEWDIEPIE! And welcome to......Fridays With Pewdiepie!" Felix squeaks as the set goes quiet. You couldn't really call it a set though...it's a few lights, a camera and Ken, Felix and I.
"Today is going to be another...Pewds does evrehthang!" He grabs his phone out of his pocket and scrolls through twitter.
"First question! Make a drink for Marzia." Pewdie says as he stares at the camera, ready for it to cut.
"And....first scene is over!" Ken breathes out. "Let's move!" He grabs the camera and walks into the kitchen. I glance at Felix. He grins at me.
"Your in the scene after this." He winks and then walks out. Oh god. What do I have to do? I skip into the kitchen and see Felix holding a pineapple in one hand and pepper in the other.
"This is going to be delicious!" He exclaims, placing both ingredients in a blender. "Then you add half an apple, a sprinkle of sugar and whatever this thing is..." He holds up a pink thing and looks at it with disgust, not long after, he plops it into the blender.
"Then you press de button!" He roars. The mixture swirls around, and the few milliseconds that it does, everyone realises the lid wasn't on. The slime goes everywhere. The camera gets drowned in pink goop, so, I'm guessing we're cutting it here then.
"Okay...that's enough filming for this hour." Ken claps his hands together. Felix wipes his face. I double over with laughter and roll into more pink mixture. Great. My hair is in clumps and is all stuck together. Pewdie slips over a puddle of goop and falls flat on his back. Ken snorts and I lie there clapping like a retarded seal that's not making noise.
"Yeah. Yeah, ken, I agree." Felix rolls around for a bit before he finally manages to reach the kitchen counter. He pulls himself up and grabs a tablecloth, wiping up all the mess on his face.
"Hey, give that here." I say from the ground. Felix walks past, dropping it onto my face. "Thanks." I mumble. I scrape the material into my skin, removing all of the mixture of my face. Yay, pink hair for the rest of the day.
Ken helps me up with a smile plastered on his face.
"We'll make him clean this up, right?" He whispers to me. I smirk.
"Hell yeah." We laugh together as we walk into the lounge room. Pewdie stands silently in the corner staring at his phone.
"Next question from...I can't say that name, is, reenact the last scene of telltales 'The Walking Dead' with Clementine, your neighbour." He grins. I frown.
"People know me?" I stammer. I take it all in. Obviously I'm not famous, but people know me. Felix nods and so does Ken.
"You sure you want to be in videos?" Pewdie says, looking concerned.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah." My slow nods pick up the pace. "Yeah!" I shout.
"M'kay then..." Ken mumbles.
"Hey, when is Ryan gonna get here?" Felix turns to Ken.
"What?" I ask. More people to meet. Oh, wait, shy Clem again. "Who's that?" I whisper.
"Ryan's usually known as Cry. He's not going to be in the videos because he never shows his face, but he's fun to hang out with." Felix says. I nod. Because all I can do is nod. I'm so talented.
"Well, who's writing the script?" Ken pipes in. Felix groans. "Okay then, ill do it." Ken opens his laptop, typing out the lines for the next scene.
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