Starting New (PewdieCry BoyxBoy)

WARNING:

This Fanfiction is BoyxBoy, which means sweet, hot guy on guy action! If this is not your cup of tea, kindly leave. NO negative comments regarding my writing style or anything bashing LGBT. In later chapters of the story there will be lemon(sex) scenes and lime(everything but sex, i.e. blowjobs, dry humping, etc.) That being said, my story is not going to just be PWP (Porn Without Plot). Real character development will occur and with every fiber in my being I will make sure nothing too cliche happens. Like, love at first sight. Cuss words will be used as well. I will change the rating once things get more heated. I let you know if a  lemon or lime scene will occur to let the weakre ones know that some sexy stuff is about to go down. Please enjoy and comment. Reviews are love~

Chapter 1

You think dropping everything and moving across the world would be upsetting to someone. Having to leave behind family, friends and the home you’ve always known. Leaving behind everything you’ve ever known. Going to a place that’s totally different than where you lived. Having to learn a new language to communicate better and learning the ways of the country.

Well, I’m not.

In fact that’s the reason why I’m moving. To get away from everything and everyone. Don’t worry; I’ll save you the gruesome and gory details. You don’t need to know, nor does anyone else.

So here I am, staring at the place I once called home, not even flinching, knowing I’m never coming back. The surprisingly cool weather for Florida makes me nervous as I gaze at the house. I turn and make my way towards the cab that’s waiting to take me to the airport. Gladly, I didn’t have a car to begin with so I don’t have to worry about how to get it all the way to Sweden.

Yes, Sweden.

 Why? I figured someplace new, totally new and different. Not just a thousand miles away, but somewhere with a new everything. Language, government, currency, customs, and most importantly, people. 

The cab takes off once I tell him where I need to go. Not even sparing a backwards glance at the now empty house when the yellow car turns the corner, making it disappear from view.

I look down at the medium sized faded dark blue backpack that’s resting in my lap. I don’t need anything else; just some clothes, my phone, ipod and wallet. Everything else will be bought once I reach my new apartment in Gothenburg. I don’t need a reminder of this place, or what happened, so I’m leaving everything besides bare essentials behind.

Sighing, I lean my head against the cold window and watch as my breath fogs that escapes from under my mask fog it up. Reaching a finger up, I draw two dots for eyes, and a straight line for the mouth. Just like my Cry mask.

 I wear a mask, all the time. A plain white mask, with two eyeholes so I can see, and a straight black line for the mouth.  The only exception of not wearing it is the obvious, sleeping, and taking a shower. Besides that, I only take it off if absolutely necessary. Like when I have to go through security when I get to the airport. I’m not looking forward to it, but all I need to do is a quick flash before I enter the metal detectors to the guy taking tickets and it will be over.

I’m sweating just thinking about having to leave my only thing to keeps me at a distance from everyone else.