It’s so damn annoying. Cry never had anything against Pewdie, his laugh, his hair, his normal clothing or that creepy facial expression he pulls sometimes. Actually, he liked Pewdie since the first time they met. He’s the kind of guy who can talk and do whatever he wants without caring about what other people think. P...
Pewdie has fallen into a bit of grief after the death of his one, and only girlfriend in a car accident. It haunts him to the point he turns to alcohol and drugs to numb the pain he is suffering. Every night he goes to bed he can see her smile, hear her cries, and see the last moments of her sweet life crushed. Cry ha...
Some drabble that I came up with about the two while listening to music. It's poetry or nonsense, I don't know. Simply a one-shot, or I may continue. Enjoy.