Pewd's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about what happened yesterday night. Every time I would think about it my cheeks would hear up and turn a bright red colour, Marzia has told me to go to the doctors a couple of times but I told her I was fine.
Why can't I stop thinking about him? I made a weird noise as I face planted on Marzia and I's bed, I pulled out my laptop from under the bed. I typed in my passcode and typed YouTube.com. I searched up Cryaotic and I binge watched him.
His voice made my heart melt and his laugh was music to my ears, NO! Felix get a hold of yourself! You love Marzia and you're not gay! I sighed, what am I saying.
I think...I think I like him
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Amnesia |Pewdiecry| |✓|
FanfictionThis story is one of my better ones, I just don't like how wonky the plot line got near the end of it. {WARNING: I wrote this when I was a Wattpad fetus, so please don't obliterate me with grammar corrections} ☐ ☐...
