Dream It (discontinued - see description)

Life (4)

Pewdiepie’s POV

I insist that we take my car, since it’s biggest. (Y/N) looks like she feels a bit awkward going with a bunch of strangers, so I turn on the radio and start singing my lungs out. Marzia joins almost immediately, but Cry and (Y/N) spend a few songs laughing at us first.

After driving for about half an hour, we can see the top of the Ferris wheel and some of the taller roller coasters. We find a spot pretty fast and climb out.

“Okay, let’s go!” I cheer.

We get through the lines and join the growing crowd. I see a decent sized roller coaster with a small line. “Let’s go on that!” I yell, bouncing like an excited little kid. They laugh and follow me to the ride.

We run around for a while, then stop at an ocean themed café for a late lunch. After eating, Marzia and I get into an argument over what we should go on next. She insists that we should go on slower rides, so we don’t throw up on a fast-paced ride.

“Okay, no roller coasters for a while,” I concede. “So what do you guys-” I’m cut off when someone shoves me into an open Ferris wheel car. Marzia is pushed in next to me, and the door is slammed shut as the ride moves. I look through the grate to see Cry and (Y/N) nearly doubled over with laughter. Marzia and I yell at them, but they ignore us. Cry says something to (Y/N). She nods, and they run into the house of mirrors.

We settle ourselves in the car. “So, are we going to plot our revenge?” I ask her.

Marzia shrugs. “I don’t know, I’m kind of glad we get some alone time.” She rests her head on my shoulder.

I smile and wrap my arm around her shoulders. “It was your idea to invite friends, you know. Anyway, we still need to get revenge. It’s just a requirement of being friends.”

“Okay, fine. Do you have any ideas?”

Cry’s POV

After lunch, we go outside and stand by the Ferris wheel. Pewdie and Marzia start arguing about rides. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see (Y/N) grinning mischievously. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she whispers, pointing at the couple.

I look at them and smirk. “If it involves a Ferris wheel, I’d say yes.”

“Okay, no roller coasters for a while,” Pewdie says. “So what do you guys-” I shove him into the waiting car. (Y/N) pushes Marzia in next to him and slams the door. We start cracking up as they bang on the grate and yell at us.

“What do you say to giving them some alone time?” I suggest. She nods, and we run into the house of mirrors.

“Wow, it really is a maze in here,” I comment after a minute.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes. “I’d say you just don’t have a sense of direction.”

“Hey, I do so!”

“Right. So where are you going?”

I stopped and turned. “Further in, duh.”

“We just came from there.”

I can feel my face turning pink. Good thing I wear a mask. “Well, maybe I don’t have a sense of direction. Does it really matter?”

“Whatever.” She starts to head down one tunnel. “By the way, your ears are pink.”

Dang it.

Your POV

Okay, maybe it was kind of mean to comment on his sense of direction. But you don’t really want to stay in here longer than you have to. You hadn’t put much effort into your appearance this morning, and you don’t want that fact staring you in the face.