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Pewds was bored as hell. That was how it started. And so with a yawn, he descended down the stairs, looking for his chocolate-haired best friend. Said friend was found soon enough, eating almost ravenously from his favorite jar with a spoon while he leaned casually on the kitchen counter. Sensing his presence, Cry looked up at him, paused for a second then continued his gluttonous act, no hello whatsoever. The ignored blond snorted, raising a brow at his friend’s actions, but annoyance soon disappeared as a smirk played on his lips and an idea formed in his mind. He stepped closer to the brunet, who shoved his beloved Nutella away in

‘Thanks for watching bro’s! See you next video!’ Stopping the recording, Pewdie slumped in his seat, his normally bright smile gone. Mariza had left him the previous week, in the middle of the night, leaving only a small note. In it she accused him of not caring for her, giving his army and games more love than he gave her. It had hurt him, when he read the note, for he had always loved her. Sighing angrily, Felix stared blankly at his computer screen, as if all of life’s answers were hidden inside of it. An advert for an airplane company popped up, and he straightened in interest, clicking on the window. Hey, he neede

PewdieCry- Rated PG- Suggestive language "Three in a row! You might as well give up, bro!" Felix shouted as he K.O'ed Cry for the millionth time in Mortal Kombat. Cry wasn't one for playing system games, and there for had a losing streak of 0 to 35. But he loved watching Felix get excited every time he won. "Okay, okay, I give. My thumbs hurt" Cry muttered as he threw his Xbox 360 controller on to another chair and layed back on his bed, stretching his fingers out. The summer sun was shining in through the open window, a humid breeze wipping Felix's hair all over his face. He loved how the wind could do that, tousle the blonde boy's hair. H

**** - "It's said that spirits dwell in objects in which people put their feelings. I've always thought that, if that's true, then the same must be true of artwork. So today, I shall immerse myself in work, so as to impart my own spirit into my own creations." --Guertena - Felix's POV (3rd Person) - Felix was a man. A man with nothing special about him. His talent of being an artist only brought him so far. Each stroke of color on his canvases meant nothing about him. No matter how bright or colorful he paints, it never reflected how he was inside. A miserable gray shade. He has yet to get off his feet and live his life, yet he had already st

**** - Felix's POV (3rd Person) - Ken didn't come over the day after, and when he did, he came worried sick for his Swedish friend. "Felix, you didn't call or text or anything! You just ran out of the dang place like someone was going to kill you!" He exclaimed, pacing in front of Felix, who just stared at him blankly. "Did someone die? Should I be aware of something?" Felix, still exhausted from the all-nighter he pulled before, muttered wearily, "Painting. I was painting. Sorry Ken, for worrying you like that." "I mean, I know I should've gotten used to it by now, but dang Pewds! You seriously didn't sleep 'till 7 in the morning?" T

**** - Cry's POV - I shouldn't have shouted at him... Why did he have to be so stupid? Why did I have to be so stupid? I gritted my teeth and held back the tears as I remembered the occasion today. Why did it have to be on Valentine's Day that we argue? His shouts rang in my ears, him saying that nothing happened during the time he was gone. Gone with that man. As if I hadn't seen him with him. I wasn't as blind and naive as he thought I was. I thought he loved me. He said he'd never hurt me. But the way he looked at him... I couldn't fight back. He was the one who taught me how. I was weak, and I always needed his presence to keep me s