Adopted (A PewdieCry Fanfiction)

Chapter 1- New Beginnings.

*Felix's POV*

I sat in the back seat silently, thinking about how my life just drasticly changed. I was finally adopted, out of the last five years of transfering from adoption center to adoption center, i finally had a family. Well, I guess so. 'Cry', or so I've been told to call him, didn't seem to like me at all. He looked a bit.. Odd. The pokerface mask didn't help this image at all. But other than that, he was actually nice looking. Brunette curls, lean body, tall figure, he was just the entire package. Hopefully, we'll find a way to get along.

About of hour later of just driving, we finally pulled into the driveway of a nicely sized house. It had a lightly-tended to garden in the front, and it looked to have just enough room for the three of us. My new mom got out of the car and opened the back door for me and I gave her a smile, slowly getting out and stretching my limbs, for they were quite sore from the ride here. Cry was already up to the front door as I shut the car door behind me, slowly making my way up to him. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he didn't want me here. I sighed, waiting for his mom, our mom, to get a couple more things out of the car. When she finished up, she made her way towards us, and a bright grin was plastured across her face. She walked passed us and to the door, unlocking it and walking in, turning to face me.

"Welcome home, Felix."

*Cry's POV*

As soon as we got home, I went back into my bedroom and got on the bottom bunk of the bunk-beds me and Felix would be sharing. I just absolutely had to get away from him. That tight feeling was in my stomach everytime he was near me, and I just wanted it to go away. I put on my headphones, and shut away the world. The music I was blasting was so loud I didn't notice when the tall blonde entered the room.

I felt a light push on my shoulder and I grunted, opening an eye and turning off my music. It was blondie. He looked down at me uncertainly and scratched the back of his neck, his pale blue eyes staring right into my own, making my stomach do another flip. I hated him, I was sure of it.

"H-hey.. Uh.. Cry?.. Um.. Mrs. T- I mean, Mom, told me we'd be sharing a room and.." He cleared his throat, "I thought I could get to know you? Maybe?" He said innocently, as if he were a small child. I nearly laughed at it. Nearly. I pulled my headphones off all the way and sat up on my bed, staring at the man standing before me.

"Sit down." Was all I said, and he seemed to be taken aback by my voice, but he quickly obeyed. Like a puppy.