Dream Come True? (Chapter 1) [PDC]

A lightning crack sounded throughout the house. I shot upright, startled by it. My heart pounded and I took in a few shaky breaths. I glanced over at the time. 10 am. A thunderstorm at 10 am.

I got up, letting the information soak in, as I wasn't fully awake yet. When it finally did, though, I just let out a groan. '10. Fucking. Am.,' I thought. I glanced back at my bed, which seemed much more appealing than actually waking up.

With a light sigh, I slowly walked over to my desk. I grabbed my glasses and pushed some of my brown hair out of my face. I slumped down into my chair and wiggled the mouse, waking my computer. The Skype icon had a little notification next to it. I brought up the Skype screen to check it. I had 3 missed calls. Without a doubt, I knew who, but I still checked anyways. My mouse clicked his name, and I smiled. Pewdiepie.



Then, I realized something. 3 missed calls. I must have been pretty tired if I had slept through the annoying ring of Skype. Hoping it wasn't entirely too late in Sweden (I really was too lazy to even begin to figure out what time it was over there), I put on my headset and called Pewdie back. The screen was a dark blue surrounding Pewdie's profile picture, and I saw my light blue eyes staring back at me.

"Hello?" The Youtuber's voice sounded sleepy. "Hi, Pewdie. Did I wake you up?" I asked. Pewdie shook his head at his webcam. It was followed by a big yawn, so I couldn't really believe him.

"Pewdie, are you sure?" I insisted, a little embarrassed. "Don't worry about it, Cry," he responded, stretching a little. "Now, why'd you call?"

"Well, I woke up to see 3 missed calls from you, and I was wondering what all the fuss was about," I said. Pewdie chuckled. I gave him a confused look, and even though I didn't have my webcam on, he could tell I was confused.

"Cry, you hadn't posted videos for quite a few days-" Oh. That. "-and you weren't replying to my messages-" And that. "-so I got a little worried. I decided to call you a few times, see if you were even there. At least I know you're okay if you've decided to call me right now," Pewdie said, smiling.

I shook my head. I hadn't posted videos because I was so darn tired, and now people were worrying about me. I guess I should have given them a little notice.

"Don't worry, Pewds. I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess. Maybe I should have let you and my subscribers know. Sorry about that," I said. Pewdie nodded slowly, as though taking the information in. He let out another yawn, and I chuckled. He was about as tired as I was.

"I guess I'll take your word for it. Just let me know if you need to talk, alright?" Pewdie told me. "I'm gonna get some sleep now." I felt a prick of sadness. Pewdie was an enjoyable person to talk to, no matter the time of day. In fact, he was even more interesting half-asleep.

"Sure thing, friend. I'll be sure to-" I stopped mid-sentence to look at Pewdie. He was leaning on his hand, and his mouth was slightly open. His eyes were closed, and I heard a faint snoring. 'Classic Pewds,' I thought. I smiled at my computer screen.

"Good night, Pewds. Sweet dreams," I whispered into the mic, and ended the Skype call. I knew Pewdie would get after me for letting him fall asleep at his computer, but I didn't care. It was pretty funny, I guess.

I ended the Skype call right before another lightning crack startled me. I sighed, and looked around my room. Now, now I had to make videos. So people can stop worrying about me, because I really hate when people do that.

I browsed around for a game to play. There was so many new games out there, but I decided on a game called Scribblenauts. Seemed simple and fun.

Smiling, I brought up my recording system, and the game. I hit record, and began to play.