Chapter One: Canary Pain
I had been friends with him at one point. I swear I had been. It was back in freshman year that it all fell apart. I think. The last year has been kinda a blur. I mean, I can't really remember exact days. It's all blended together. A big mix of papers, projects, exams, tests, homework and colors.
I do remember some stuff separately though. Like that project I did with him in seventh grade. It was about World War I and we used superheroes to represent countries. He jumped out of the teacher's closet in his younger sister's ballet uniform with basketball shorts and all of that jazz. He had moved from Sweden just two years before that, so his accent was still too strong to properly understand. He cried out. "I am Peeewwwwwdiepppiieeee! I am Russia!" He smiled. He had made up the word Pewdiepie himself and was pretty proud of it. I remember that.
I remember the day I fucked up, too.
We had been chilling on his couch in his house. His parents hadn't moved to America with him and he was living with his aunt. His aunt was a huge drunk and was almost never home. He was okay with that and so was I. We played a bunch of video games and drank more canned beers then I could count. Freshman's go crazy at first, right? Don't judge me for it. I had also had feelings for him since around seventh grade, so I was also getting a little frisky. I mean, simple flirting though. Really small and simple. Like poking his cheek, or giggling a lot, or even when you trail your finger up their arm.
I flirt like a girl. Ugh.
We both had a random laughing fit and I fell over while shaking. "I love you." I said simply and stared at the ceiling. He looked up and smiled crookedly. "I love you too." And so I took that as a wrong sign. It was friend love, not lovey-dovey. I was stupid and sat up quick and before he could shy away I kissed him. And he jumped back and glared at me with the scariest look I've ever received. Well, after what my father used to give me. I came from a broken home.
"What the hell was that?" He had asked. His voice was brimming with anger and surprise.
"I, um, you said you loved me…" I trailed off to barely a whisper. "I thought…"
"I'm straight." He said quickly. "Are you kidding?! You knew that! You knew I had a crush on Marzia!" You see, Marzia is the head cheerleader.
"I'm sorry, just forget about it-"
"That was my first kiss, you faggot!" He shouted. "Get out!"
"No! Get out, you prick, out!"
Yep. So, I fucked up.
He's the only one I've ever really loved, well, ever. I still love him, but I kissed him and it haunts me. I can't walk down the hall without getting pointed out as the weirdo gay that is totally in love with the bad boy dating the head cheerleader. I'm not kidding. I've heard that twice today alone and it's barely the finish of third period. As soon as ten minute break rolls around, though, I'm seriously fucked. He'll corner me, I just know it. I've crossed the line again.
At a party two nights ago, a bunch of us were playing spin the bottle. And of course, with my amazing luck, it landed on Marzia and I had to kiss her. I hated it, she looked disgusted. And he. He, on the other side of the room, wanted to stab my eyes out with a spoon. Oh, trust me, he'd find a way.
And now I was doomed.
You'll find my head in the garbage can next to my body.
The bell rings and I rushed out of class to put away my things then hide in the viewing range of my Spanish teacher. I make it to my locker safely and shove book after book inside. Then, I make the mistake of turning around. And I see him down the hall.
And I panic. All I could do was grab my textbook and beeline for the room. Of course, though, it wasn't that easy. I'm aiming down the hall to the left, down one more hall and I'll be at the classroom's golden gates to heaven.
My shoulder is ripped around and my bag drops to the floor with a thud. "Hey, Cryaotic!"
Yeah. My name is Cryaotic Monki. Judgment isn't needed. My mother named me, wanting something unique. My brother was named Nathan. I could at least have gotten something not…so random. Well, I love my name, honestly. Who doesn't love their name? Only I don't go by Cryaotic. I go by Cry.
I'm face to face with Felix now, blue eyes connecting with blue. I wiggle away and back up slowly. "Felix, listen-"
"You fucking kissed my girlfriend?" He hisses. "You little whore!"
I flinch away and look at the ground for a second. "I'm not a whore." I say. I hit the lockers and feel myself getting cornered.
"You kissed my girlfriend. You kissed Marzia!" He advances and seems like he's holding back punch after punch. He'll only hold back until the hallway is clear, though.
"In a game!" I cry out. "It's innocent." I slide away and started walking down the hall to my backpack. I reach it and hoist it onto my shoulder. "Besides, Felix." I turn around and smirk. "You're the only one I love!" And I blow a kiss to him. It was mockingly, of course, and I laughed afterwards cynically.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" And the next thing I know I'm getting punched in the face. I wince and fall back, bringing my hands up to my cheek. He looks demonic as he walk forward and grabs my shoulders. He yanks me down, hard, onto his knee. I gasp and fall off onto the ground. I look up at him, squinting into the white lights of the ceiling to find Felix. I had to get away. I can't go home with bruises again. My mother said she would call the principal.
And then my side is kicked. Again. Again. Bam. Bam. Bam.
I'm suffering. I feel sick. At the same time, my heart is soaring. I'm getting attention from Felix! And it feels so good yet so painful. I'm dying and going to heaven. And It sickens me how good being beaten by him feels.
The bell rings and saves me a few minutes later. Felix goes off to class. I collapse on the ground and lie there until lunch when my friends Scott and Russ find me and support my limping form to the cafeteria. They both clean me up in the bathroom and walk me to lunch and my next class, blocking me from Felix's death glare.
The next day, I learn my Spanish teacher didn't miss me.
You: Another PewdieCry story, Wowwy-chan?! But you haven't even finished Inhuman: Madly Falling!
Me: Well, don't worry! I'll be updating this one along with Romeo and Jewliet and Inhuman! Don't fret~
You: My hero!
Because that's exactly what happened.
My first PewdieCry AU and my first PewdieCry that isn't horror. Yay! BUT It's angsty and sexy and set in a high school. NO, I WILL NOT USE CRY'S REAL NAME. Don't even ask. He says he doesn't like it when people do. It's my first "first person narrative" style writing in present tense, so please tell me how to better my writing.
And I'm going to do a quick social experiment: People get more review when they threaten their readers…? Sure. Let's try it. The more you review, the faster I update. Let's try this out. I might stop this if I feel like a dictator.
So ya! Love you all! *kisses*