In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 1-

[laughter lines - bastille]

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[cry's p.o.v.]

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It was a warm, sunny Tuesday when my life changed forever. The sun was setting, creating an explosion of colors as I walked home from school. The streets of Florida weren't all too safe, but my parents didn't care. Three miles every day, three point two miles to be exact. It was a pretty long walk for a third grader, but I had gotten used to it, I've been walking it legitimately since I could take my first step. The walk was always the same, house after house, a few shops. A super target smack in the middle of a neighborhood. Then suddenly, an orphanage. I had never payed much attention to it, not until later.

Anyways, I was minding my own third grader business, (which most likely consisted of which toy I was going to play with when I got home), and suddenly, out of nowhere, a little blonde boy hopped out onto the middle of the sidewalk, and stood there in the middle, not letting me pass. Being older now, I know I could've walked around him, but I'm glad I didn't. Back then it was a matter of pride in my little kid world, so I stood and stared at him, too.

"Why do you walk home every day without saying hello, brocacho? I wave to you a lot." The blondie edged closer and I shrugged. I had never noticed him waving. He had large, innocent blue eyes that looked like the sky on a nice day. Completely opposite of mine, which seemed like midnight, a dark blue that people don't look at for too long. Even back then I tended to make people nervous.

"Sorry. I never noticed... I walk home because my mommy thinks it is good ex-er-cise." I said the word carefully, trying not to mess up and pronounce it badly. He pouted for a second, then shrugged, copying me. I remember wondering why he hadn't ran away from me. I was scary, not like any of the other kids at school. Nobody really liked me except for Russ, who stopped a bully from beating me up.

"Well, since you never waved back, you have to play with me!" He latched onto my wrist, and tugged me along, crossing the threshold of the orphanage yard. I didn't complain, my parents kept me quite shelteredl. So I agreed happily and we proceeded to play until it was starting to get dark. I can even remember the order of the things we played, first the sandbox, than two-person-tag which didn't work out so well, than hide-and-go-seek. After that we laid under the stars, and just talked for a while. I forgot about my parents for a long time, and the only person that mattered was that boy, the boy who called himself PewDiePie. He was loud, obnoxious, and his mind moved too fast, always thinking of a new subject every ten seconds. I loved it. He even gave me a name back then, which stuck for the rest of my life.

"Why do you call yourself Pewdiepie? What's your real name?"

"It's a secret! Do you want a codename, too?" Aa much as I demanded to know, he never would tell me. It's not that he really cared, he just wanted to annoy me.

"Sure... But I'm not a good thinker, so you should come up with it." Pewdie thought for what seemed like forever, before yelping with excitement, and rolling in the grass toward me. He got so excited over small things - it was funny to watch.

"You name is Cry."

"What? Why that name?!"

"Because you're a sissy!" He giggled like a madman and tugged on a lock of my hair, yelling my name to the sky, over my yelping and complaints. After he stopped, we laid there for a while, just looking at the stars. Occasionally he would reach out and trace a constellation, and I would watch in wonder. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I broke the silence.