Double or Nothin' ⇨ PewDiePie ⇦ (slow updates)

Two: Depressing Dal Forno

I leaned over to the nightstand on the right side of my bed to call for room service.

Before, I'd drank a full cup of water so I didn't sound as if I was completely drowning in alcohol.

Wouldn't want to make a fool out ourselves now would we?

Oh wait, Toby was already doing a pretty great job of doing that himself.

I picked up the yellow telephone and called room service. I ordered myself some much needed alcoholic beverages and a pepperoni pizza.

Thankfully, the person on the other line didn't notice my drunken stupor.

They arrived about five minutes after that. The smell of freshly baked pizza filling my senses and filling my room with it, too. I put the pizza on the counter and clumsily made my way over to the shelves to get myself a wine glass.

While on the phone, I ordered this fancy wine that was probably really expensive, Dal Forno.

Once I'd poured the wine in my glass, I grabbed a piece of pizza and scarffed it down. I sipped my wine and it had an interesting flavor that tasted extremely high-class.

After I ate about. . . Five other slices of pizza, I finally decided I was prepared to watch PewDiePie's video. I picked up my glass and carried it over to the bed, setting it oh-so-carefully onto the nightstand. Knowing myself, I'd spill it either way let alone being drunk.

I clicked on my subscriptions and sure enough, Felix's video titled Taking A Break From YouTube was one of the first videos shown.

I knew this was going to break my heart but I decided to be a man about it. I needed to know what happened. . .

Felix starts out in his usual spot in his usual setup. He looked absolutely terrible. . . You could just tell he hadn't slept in awhile.

"How's it goin', bros. . ? My name is PewDiePie." Felix said with an absolutely heartbreaking tone in his no longer cheery voice. He looked so broken.

"We have something serious to talk about. Bare with me because it's going to be hard on me and I need your support now more than ever."

Pewdie looked down, fiddling his thumbs, "Marzia and I. . . We're no longer together." His eyes were red, obviously, from crying. The bright blue eyes he usually wore were now a dull, dark grey.

"I want you guys to know it's neither of our faults, we just. . ." Felix hadn't smiled the whole video; it was so out of character. "I'm sorry guys." He started crying and it was sadder than when he had to shoot Lee as Clementine in the Walking Dead.

The video was clipped and then it went back to Felix not as, but still very, upset. "Listen, I want you to go give Marzia some support too, okay? She's needs it as much as I do." He rubbed his nose and coughed and cleared his throat before speaking again, "I wanted to let you know that I'll be taking a little break from YouTube; it's not permanent, just a week or two."

Pewdie smiled for the first time in the video. "I love you, bros. Thank you for listening and being there for me." He brought his fist up and pointed weakly to it, "Brofist?" he smiled again and brofisted the camera.

Holy f*ck. . . It was actually true.

Deep down I knew it was, but I was secretly hoping the person was just a troll trying to hurt people.

I just couldn't believe it. This was too much for me to handle at one time.

It was incredible how thoughtful Felix had been. He told us to give Marzia support even though they were no longer together. He was even a great ex-boyfriend. I wonder how wonderful he was when they were still together. . .

I closed my laptop silently and set it on my sidetable. I sniffled and then curled into a pathetic ball. I cried for awhile. At first it was for the obvious reason: PewDiePie and Marzia were over, but then it turned into self pity.

It's ridiculous that I can't stop thinking about Toby. After what he did to me you'd think I'd want absolutely nothing to do with him, but that wasn't the case. I wanted to run back to him but I couldn't. If I did, it would just mean that he won. He probably wouldn't want me anyway since I was incapable of having children.

As I wallowed in self pity I realized that I was then sober. I needed to take my mind off of Toby and just have fun. Maybe I should go down to the casino.

"Time to actually have some fun in Vegas," I mumbled to myself as I brushed my hair and threw it up in a messy bun. I put on my Converse and brushed my teeth just in case I saw an attractive person.

I looked into the mirror in the bathroom, making sure I didn't look too putrefying for the public eye and exited my hotel room.

This was long overdue.

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Posted: June 15th, 2014

Words: 885