Chapter 1

**Note** Felix (Pewds) doesn't know Marzia in this, meaning they never dated. Also, Ryan (Cry) doesn't wear his mask, since I know he doesn't own a mask in real life.

It was late on Saturday, almost nearing 10:00. I was almost done putting away my clothes from the stacked cardboard boxes left over from my recent move. I finally found a cheap house on the outskirts of Tampa, Florida, finally moving away from my family. It was a big change, and I could deal with the pressure of being on my own, but it was the fact that I was all alone was what bothered me. I wasn't too happy about not seeing my mom every day, but it was a nice break to get away from the conflict my parents were going through.

Once I finally finished, I sat down in my desk chair, which was not far away from my bed, being that my room was small in this house, and opened my Skype call with the Late Night Crew. Russ and Red were being their usual goofy selves and Scott was having a feud with Snake, as always. Finally, 11:00 rolled around and I started the weekly stream. At 2:30 we started wind-down hour and got some viewers to ask questions. One caller asked if we could get PewDiePie in the call. I didn't want to say no, since Felix is a close friend of mine, so I buckled and checked steam. It said he was online, so I invited him to the call and shortly he joined.

"Hey Cry, what's going on?" Felix said in his usual excited tone.

"Hey Pewds, good seeing you could make it. A viewer on the stream called and asked for you, so here you are!" I said, excited to hear my friend's voice, it was such a long time ago since they talked.

"Oh nice, you're streaming! I wish I could do that, it's just pretty tough with the time difference here in Sweden." Pewds said, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Suddenly, Russ piped up and said, "Hey
Pewds, are you ever gonna come to America? You gotta!"

"Yeah I know, I just don't know where to go or what to do. And how do you work American dollars? My English isn't even that good yet," he replied. This made me slightly excited, since it was the perfect time for us to meet, in person. Though my house was small and only had one bedroom and a cramped, ugly kitchen, I could still use some company.

"You could stay with Cry," Scott said, ending with a sneeze and gaining a grumbled "shut up" from Snake.

"Hey, that's a good idea," Pewds said, with joy, "are you up to it, Cry?"

"Um... yeah sure! Just as a heads up though, I don't have the best house, it's not permanent, only until I can find someplace nicer." I said, feeling oddly embarrassed about my home.

"Hey it's alright! As long as I don't get lost, I'm good!" Pewds said, ending the conversation. "Well this was a great talk and I'll see you, Cry, soon! I got to go; I need to go shopping for my mom. Bye!" Pewds said, logging off of Skype. This was great, really, but I just couldn't shake the feeling of being nervous. Not only was I meeting my best friend in real life, but he was going to stay with me.

"Ooooooo Cry and PewDiePie sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Scott yelled, obviously running around his room since a loud bang rang out, followed by a small yelp from Scott, "Oops".

"Shut up, Jund," I said, feeling my cheeks warm up with embarrassment.

"Oh come on, I was just joking! Let's get back to wind-down," Scott said, hitting his head on the desk. After the time rolled around to 4 AM, it was just me, Scott and Snake. Scott was nearing sleep and I was yawning about every two minutes. Scott said good night and it was just me and Snake.

"So, what are you gonna do about Pewds?" Snake asked, his voice was so deep that it was about to put me asleep every time he talked.

"Huh? Oh, right. Um… I don't really know. My house is crappy and small, so there is only one bed, so he get's that. I don't even have a good couch, just an old one from my parent's house. It's going to be something and definitely quite the memory," I said, with one final yawn, "Jeez Snake, I'm going to go to bed. I better get some good sleep for what's to come." We both exchanged good-nights and I ended the stream. I sleepily shut down my computer and crawled into bed, throwing off my old clothes. I curled up under the covers and prepared for my all day sleep through Sunday. I wasn't a huge fan of sleeping through Sunday, since it was one day without a video for my fans, the one day my mom was out of the house looking for company, and also the one time my brother wasn't busy and we could hang out together. The stream just makes every one of the crew members exhausted; surprisingly we aren't used to staying up all night, so we just sleep throughout all of Sunday.

I woke up the next day to my phone ringing on my bedside table. I open my crust-filled eyes and gazed at the clock. One in the afternoon; that's quite early. I picked up my phone and studied the caller ID.

Felix

I shot out of bed and snatched up the phone. I struggled to click "answer" and finally succeeded. "Hello?" I said, clearing the sleep out of my throat.

"Hey, Ryan!" The Swede's voice rang out through the speaker. I cringed from the volume, since my ears weren't adjusted yet.

"What's up?" I asked, thinking about the time difference from here to Sweden. I think it was around 7 P.M.?

"I'm at the airport!" He yelled, my phone finally picking up the sound of kids screaming and busy vacationers making their way in the background.

"Wait, what?" I said, sitting up in bed, "You're where?" I almost dropped my phone. When I said he could visit, I meant at least in a couple days, but today? I thought I would have more time, especially to make my house look a little more presentable.

"I'm in the Tampa Airport! Can you come pick me up?"

"Oh sure, I'll be right over! Let me get ready." I got up out of bed and hung up the phone. I threw on a short sleeve shirt and some shorts quickly moving through my room. As I rushed through my house, I quickly straightened up here and there, washing the dishes that were left in the sink, putting away dirty laundry and straightening up the scattered shoes. I dragged my phone and keys and ran out to my car, an old 1993 Toyota Corolla passed down from my dad. It had squeaky brakes and lousy seats, with scratches and dents scattered around the cars outside from my father's poor driving skills. I popped the keys in the ignition and started up the car. I was glad that yesterday I decided to clean out my car and if I didn't it would be even more embarrassing to pick up Felix on top of that fact I had a crappy car.

By the time I reached the airport, it was rush hour and people were running around from every which way. The only thing I hated more than being alone, was being surrounded by hundreds of people in a closed building.