My Youtube Scenes

Street Siblings (Jacksepticeye)

Sean's p.o.v:
I sit perched on the roof of a building, watching as Loyalists and Rebels fight it out on a field on the other side of town. I huff and shake my head. The world is dark, the moon hidden by clouds. I turn as I hear the roof shingles crunch at the approach of another person. It's a man in a white pull over hoodie, dark blue jeans, black gym shoes. . .and a paper plate mask with the most legit poker face ever drawn on it with sharpie. Cry.
Cry crouches beside me. "They're still going at it?," he asks. I nod.
"Yeah, they've been in the same spot since noon," I say with no emotion. Cry and I used to be hysterical youtubers filled with tons of emotion and laughs. Now my face never so much as twitches and both of us talk flatly. The war took our personalities from us, and I have a feeling we'll never get them back.
"I can't believe they make kids fight." Cry and I jump at the sudden response. Beside us is our young partner, Ellie. Unlike Cry and I, Ellie moves silently and is way more secretive about her existence. Cry and I run through dark allies dressed like hoodlums, wearing our hoods up and keeping our heads down, while Ellie only leaves our base at night and dashes across rooftops. Ellie's a thirteen year old hoodlum who, thanks to her old street gang, knows every road and secret path from America to New England and Japan.
"Yeah, it's pretty sick," Cry says, disgust audible in his voice. I turn to them.
"Let's go home," I say. Cry and Ellie nod and we leap off of the building roof into the open sewer below. We walk through the dark cramped tunnel, no longer uncomfortable with it. The sewer soon opens up into a bit bigger of a room, which holds an old king size mates that we all share. The sounds of screaming children and gunshots echo throughout the sewers. Ellie sighs and flops down on the matress. I know she's scared of the war, although she doesn't show it. She told Cry and I that her gang had been taken into battle and never came out, leaving her alone to fend for herself. She was planning on fleeing for Japan, then Cry and I came along and she found purpose again. Her words not mine, I swear. "Ellie," I say, causing her to look over. "Nobody's gonna drag you into war. I promise." Ellie sits up, her eyes glassy. I walk over and sit down next to her, then wrap my arms around her. She cries into my shoulder and wraps her arms around me. Ellie's father was a soldier in the war, but died before her tenth birthday. Now she's deathly afraid of war, afraid of losing those she loves to blood shed and fighting.
"Sean, Cry," Ellie says, pulling away from me. "I never told you guys this but. . .I always thought of you guys as older brothers. Even before the war and I just watched your videos on YouTube." I feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. I hug Ellie tightly. I always wanted to feel like an older brother to someone, considering I was the youngest in my family. I may be twenty six, and Cry may be twenty seven, but I'm sure Cry's just as happy as I am to hear that. As if answering my question, Cry walks over and hugs Ellie and I.
"Don't worry Sport," Cry says, giving Ellie a noogie, "ain't nobody taking you from us."
"Yeah," I say, smiling. "We're street siblings. We stick together." Emma sniffs and laughs, then hugs Cry and I tightly. We laugh and flop back on the old matress. I always thought I'd regret moving to America, especially after the war started. Now, though, looking at Cry and Ellie laughing hysterically and having someone to call family. . .

It's better than I could've ever imagined.

I'm gonna do another part in Cry's p.o.v don