Hey. This is my first story. Hate it or love it. Either is fine. So yeah. Go ahead and continue. I'll type up the story now.

WARNING! The following story contains violence, mentions of rape, sexual content, and swear words. I recommend that you do not read if you are under the age of 12. You have been warned.

DAY COUNT: 1

Cry's POV

It was my 4th year in college, so my friends, Russ, Scott, Red, and I decided to study abroad in Italy. We were going to be there for a year, just screwing around, and enjoying our lives. I mean, I'm 24 and I still act like a kid, and I don't plan on changing that anytime soon. Snake couldn't come because he didn't have enough money and his mom got sick, so he wanted to stay back in Florida. It wasn't until we got to Italy that I started to miss Florida. The weather here was different, it was much hotter, and people spoke Italian. We weren't stupid enough to go to a foreign country without knowing their native language, it's just that it sounded new to me.

We arrived at the college dorms, and split up. Red had a roommate with a girl named 'Marzia' and Scott and Russ were paired up with each other. I, however, took another room, because there was no three person rooms in this dorm. I was paired up with a guy named 'Felix'. I hoped that he spoke English so I could communicate with him better, since it was my native language.

To pass up the time, I opened up my sketch pad and flipped to a new page. I turned on some dubstep to inspire me, and skipped all other songs, until a song I didn't know I had, called Monster by Imagine Dragons, came up. I listened for a while, and the song was pretty intense. I had finally memorized the chorus, so the next time it came up, I over-dramaticly acted out the lyrics.

"I'm only a man, with a candle to guide me.
I'm taking a chance to escape what's inside me.
A monster,
A monster,
I've turned into a monster.
A monster,
A monster,
And it keeps getting str-"

I abruptly stopped when I saw two blue eyes staring a me by the doorway. I smiled and paused the song. Blushing, I pulled my earphones out and set my iPhone on the table. Luckily, he couldn't see it, because of my mask. I walked over to him, and said, "Sorry 'bout that. I got bored."

He laughed and replied, "I can see that."

I blushed harder as I realized that I spoke English to him and I should've spoken in Italian. Well, at least I know that he could speak English.

I smiled and put out my hand. "I'm Cry. Nice to meet you."

"Felix Kjellberg. Cry is an interesting name. Where are you from, Cry?

I was so lost in my thoughts before, that I hadn't noticed that he had a Swedish accent.

"I'm from America. I'm here on my 4th year of college to study abroad with my friends. And, I'm guessing that your accent isn't Italian. Do you happen to be Swedish?"

Felix laughed, and I smirked, but he couldnt see it. "Yeah I'm from Sweden."

"Cool."

There was an awkward pause, the he said, "Why do you wear that mask, Cry?"

I figured this would happen. Everyone I meet asks me about it. Even Russ and Scott did. Red didn't, though. She seemed to understand that it was a touchy subject. Because she understood that, she also earned the privileges of being the only one in my group of friends to see my face.

"You'll see me without it sooner or later." I wanted to add on, 'More like never.' But that would be rude.

"Oh. S-sorry about that. I guess curiosity got the best of me."

I laughed. "Happens all the time. Wanna play video games for a while?"

He laughed awkwardly and said, "Arent you too old to be playing video games?"

"Come on, man! No one's too old to play video games!"

He laughed for real this time, and said, "I know. I just wanted to see if you were a true gamer. I'll play when I get my things unpacked."

"'K."

He laughed once more, and walked away, while I set up the game.

Pewdie/Felix POV

Marzia and I split up to our seperate dorms. She had a roommate with a girl named Red. I, on the other hand, was paired up with a guy named 'Cry'. I'm guessing that's a nickname. I wonder what he's like. What country he's from, what he looks like, what his personality is like. If he would be a total d**k.

When I walked into the dorm room, I half expected for Cry to be there. I didn't expect that I would hear an off-key-over-dramatic singer. I stood there for a moment, listening. He abruptly stopped, though, when he realized that I was listening.

"Sorry 'bout that. I was bored." He's definitely American.

"I can see that."

We had a small conversation, when my blabber-mouth and curiosity got the best of me.

"Why do you wear that mask, Cry?"

I wanted to disappear. I was about to apologize, when he responded.

"You'll see me without it sooner or later." He seemed hesitant to add more, but didn't.

I apologized anyways, and he nonchalantly accepted with a, "Happens all the time."

He then asked if I wanted to play video games, so I accepted, since I loved video games. Then I left to get unpacking.

Cry POV

Sitting side by side. Taking turns. Playing videos games with Felix was fun. That sentence sounds weird... Maybe it was because I was saying, 'Felix', instead of 'Red' or 'Russ' or 'Jund' or 'Snake'.

It didn't feel natural to me. I guess that I'll have to come up with a nickname for him.

We were playing an Amnesia custom map, and the sound effects were terrible.

For some odd reason, we had guns that made an awkward, 'pew' sound effect. Felix eventually started to copy this sound while trying to calm himself, while trying to kill a monster.

I laughed as he failed and died, and we switched places once again.

It wasn't long before I died from the part that Felix left off. We switched again, and now he was shooting the terrible guns at the monsters, shouting, 'Die'. Felix was able to kill the monster that had been chasing us for quite some time finally, and out of nowhere came in pictures of pie. From apple pie, to pumpkin pie, there was everything.

Felix then said, "What the hell? What's with the random pies? Hey Cry..."

"Hey."

"Do you like pie?"

"Not my favorite desert, but I'll eat it. What about you?"

"I love pie."

A sudden idea popped in my mind. I combined everything that he had been saying into one word- his new nickname.

PewDiePie. Or PewDie for short. Or maybe even... Pewds.

I burst out laughing unexpectedly at the thought. Pewds? Really, Cry? It sounded like pubes. F**king hell.

"Why are you laughing?" Pewds asked.

I started laughing harder, and I guess that it was contagious, because PewDie started laughing for no apparent reason. But then again, so did I.

My laugher started to die down, and Pewds asked between breaths, once more, "Why were you laughing?"

I chuckled, and replied, "Don't worry about it, PEWDS." Making sure to put emphasis on the 'Pewds' part of the sentence.

He seemed to understand where I got the nickname from, and then realized why I was laughing.

"Pewds? But that sounds like..." He trailed off and I started laughing again.

This was going to be a fun college year.