Adopted (A PewdieCry Fanfiction)

Introduction

*Cry's POV*

The car rolled smoothly over the paved road, and with the window being open, my brunette curls flew in front of my ceramic mask, making it difficult to see the busy buildings passing by. I didn't mind much, though. I was in a foul mood, and my roaming hair just helped me show physically how much I was disliking this little road trip. Soon enough, my mother pulled into the parking lot of a reddish looking building. It looked as if it had originally been all red bricks with the white lining around them, but now it was just a jumbled mess of worn red and a bare off-white. There was a sign above the building that read 'Fresh Beginnings Adoption Center', and I knew we were at the right place, sadly.

"Cry, sweetheart, will you come inside with me?" My mom's voice rang through the car after she found a parking spot, which was surprisingly easy. I huffed slightly, shaking my head in response. She knew I didn't want another guy in the house. She knew it and went against it. It frustrated me greatly. After dad left, thirteen years ago, there hadn't been another male in the house, except for the occasional bar guy she'd bring home for a night and I'd never see him again. I didn't mind it, not at all. I liked being the only guy around. But now my mom thought adopting another teenage boy to help me with my socialization skills would be the good choice.

She only sighed, exiting the car and walking away. I heard the locks click, and I let off a sigh. Yeah, mom. Like anyone would steal a car with a masked teenager in it. Yes, I wear a mask. I like the feeling of security it gave me, and I was able to hide my emotions from the judging and cruel world around me. I hated when I had it off, but I always got the dirtiest looks when I had it on. But I never mind the stares, because I felt safe. That was a rare feeling for me.

I played on my phone as I was waiting for my mother to return with.. Whoever she had picked from our last visit here. She would've taken him right then, but they said they needed a weeks notice so they could finish the proper paperwork. I was just reaching a new high score on flappy-bird when I saw my mother coming back to the car, and dropped my phone from the unexpected feeling I got in my stomach as I saw who was next to her.

He was a tall blonde, and he looked even more awkward than I, and that was a rough title to win over. I studied him closely, his body was thin, but slightly built. What really caught my eyes were the gleaming light-blue orbs that were planted into his head. His eyes seemed to shine bright, with happiness and excitement. There was a weird sensation in my stomach as I stared. I had never, ever, in my 17 years of life, had felt this feeling. And it just got worse as his eyes locked on mine through the window as they reached the car.

He opened the back door, climbing in clumsily, banging his head on the roof. I wasn't able to say a simple 'Be careful', due to the shock I was in. I thought, maybe if I didn't talk, I wouldn't exist, but that clearly wasn't going to work. My mom also entered the car, sitting in the drivers seat as she stared over at me, a bright beaming smile across her face.

"Cry, this is Felix. He's your new brother." She grinned, looking for my reaction. I felt a burning sensation in my chest. Was this hatred I was feeling? I had no idea, so I just classified it as so. I just grunted in reply, facing back forward to the front windshield. I could practically hear the frown spreading across the blonde's face as I felt a bit of guilt. Maybe I should've said hello, or at least some kind of welcoming, but it was too late now.
"..Hi." I heard a slight accent in his simple greeting, and my stomach did a flip. Anger? Annoyance? I still didn't know. I raised one of my shoulders in response to the boy, or should I say, my brother. I didn't like that title one bit.