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For this fanfic, I'm gonna pretend that Pewds and Cry were already dating.
Cry sat at his desk, eyes glued to the paper that sat before him. He scrunched his nose as he frantically tried to remember how to spell the word "capillary". As his mind searched for the answer, a blonde teen sat behind him, crumpling up a piece of paper. He tossed it at the back of Cry's head.
Cry flinched when the crumpled up paper hit his head. He glanced behind him, and saw his fellow friend Pewdie smirking. Giving him a short glare, Cry turned back to his paper. He tapped his pencil lightly, concentrating. Within moments, another crumpled piece of paper hit the back of Cry's head.
Ignoring it, Cry remained focused. Suddenly remembering how to spell the word, Cry jolted it down with a small smile.
Crinkle, crinkle.
Tap.
*giggle*
Cry got up to walk to the back of the room, quite mad now. He gave Pewds an angry glare as he passed. Pewdie merely shrugged and got up, following his friend. Cry stopped at the pencil sharpener, and sharpened his pencil, while Pewdie stood behind him.
Leaning in close, Pewdie asked in a whisper:
"How do you spe-"
Cry stopped sharpening and shouldered past his friend, refusing to answer him. Sitting back down, Cry finished his test.
~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~
After the test, Pewdie met Cry outside of the classroom. Cry began walking to his locker, eyes glittering with anger.
"Hey, Cry!" Pewdie called, making his way over to him.
"What?" Cry hissed, opening his locker and exchanging a few books.
"Why didn't you help me out?" Pewdie asked, leaning on the locker beside Cry. He tried to make Cry face him.
"Because it's not my fault that you didn't study." Cry turned back around, ignoring Pewdie.
"C'mon, it was just one word."
"I don't care!" Cry said, and turned around, slamming his locker shut. He walked off to his next class, shooting Pewdie a glance over his shoulder. Pewdie stood there, dumbfounded, for a second, before shaking his head and going to his next class.
~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~~
At the end of the day, Cry walked to his locker, sighing softly to himself. He opened it up, grabbing a few things, before closing it. He looked around for Pewdie. He had felt bad the whole rest of the day. He looked around the halls, searching for the familiar blonde teenager.
Spotting him, Cry jogged over to him. Pewdie saw him and waited for him.
"Pewds, I'm sorry," Cry said, stopping beside him.
"Sorry for what?" Pewdie said nonchalantly.
"Earlier," Cry said, sighing. Pewdie looked at Cry, before shaking his head lightly. He smiled, and tip-toed to give the taller boy a peck on the cheek.
"It's fine," he said, laughing softly. Cry grinned, and wrapped his arms around Pewdie, hugging him tightly.
"Alright, alright, put me down," Pewdie said, laughing. Cry did so, and laughed, too.
"To make it up to you, I'll help you study for our next test," Cry said.
"I'd like that," Pewdie responded, and smiling, they began to walk to the buses.
Cry sat at his desk, eyes glued to the paper that sat before him. He scrunched his nose as he frantically tried to remember how to spell the word "capillary". As his mind searched for the answer, a blonde teen sat behind him, crumpling up a piece of paper. He tossed it at the back of Cry's head.
Cry flinched when the crumpled up paper hit his head. He glanced behind him, and saw his fellow friend Pewdie smirking. Giving him a short glare, Cry turned back to his paper. He tapped his pencil lightly, concentrating. Within moments, another crumpled piece of paper hit the back of Cry's head.
Ignoring it, Cry remained focused. Suddenly remembering how to spell the word, Cry jolted it down with a small smile.
Crinkle, crinkle.
Tap.
*giggle*
Cry got up to walk to the back of the room, quite mad now. He gave Pewds an angry glare as he passed. Pewdie merely shrugged and got up, following his friend. Cry stopped at the pencil sharpener, and sharpened his pencil, while Pewdie stood behind him.
Leaning in close, Pewdie asked in a whisper:
"How do you spe-"
Cry stopped sharpening and shouldered past his friend, refusing to answer him. Sitting back down, Cry finished his test.
~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~
After the test, Pewdie met Cry outside of the classroom. Cry began walking to his locker, eyes glittering with anger.
"Hey, Cry!" Pewdie called, making his way over to him.
"What?" Cry hissed, opening his locker and exchanging a few books.
"Why didn't you help me out?" Pewdie asked, leaning on the locker beside Cry. He tried to make Cry face him.
"Because it's not my fault that you didn't study." Cry turned back around, ignoring Pewdie.
"C'mon, it was just one word."
"I don't care!" Cry said, and turned around, slamming his locker shut. He walked off to his next class, shooting Pewdie a glance over his shoulder. Pewdie stood there, dumbfounded, for a second, before shaking his head and going to his next class.
~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~~
At the end of the day, Cry walked to his locker, sighing softly to himself. He opened it up, grabbing a few things, before closing it. He looked around for Pewdie. He had felt bad the whole rest of the day. He looked around the halls, searching for the familiar blonde teenager.
Spotting him, Cry jogged over to him. Pewdie saw him and waited for him.
"Pewds, I'm sorry," Cry said, stopping beside him.
"Sorry for what?" Pewdie said nonchalantly.
"Earlier," Cry said, sighing. Pewdie looked at Cry, before shaking his head lightly. He smiled, and tip-toed to give the taller boy a peck on the cheek.
"It's fine," he said, laughing softly. Cry grinned, and wrapped his arms around Pewdie, hugging him tightly.
"Alright, alright, put me down," Pewdie said, laughing. Cry did so, and laughed, too.
"To make it up to you, I'll help you study for our next test," Cry said.
"I'd like that," Pewdie responded, and smiling, they began to walk to the buses.
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Nyaaaa~ That's so cute!
Can I be drooling at the bottom of the class (?)