The Vlogger

9) The Vlogger's in Denial

It didn't happen.

It couldn't have.

Mister freckled green eyes and perfect eyelashes did not kiss me. But if it didn't happen, how come I couldn't stop thinking about It?

I vlogged the following three days of tour along with everyone else. Honestly I didn't even know what city we were in. All I knew was that my mood automatically shifted when my mother called.

"Your father and I need you in new York for a photo shoot. We'll be expecting you here tomorrow at 4:30 sharp. Don't be late, and bring that assistant."

Maybe my twenty second birthday never came, maybe I wasn't a legal adult yet. I was going to have to miss tour for my parents because I had no choice. As long as they supplied me with everything I had, there was nothing I could do.

Except catch a last minute flight to Manhattan and pray that no one noticed my absence.

Armani tried to cheer me up the entire flight.

"Come on Taylor, are you really going to ignore me right now? I mean look at me, I'm like a walking candy bar. Just waiting for some one to-"

I covered his mouth with my hand and begged him not to finish his sentence.

"At least you're talking to me now. This is a good start. Now let's focus on getting you to not strangle your clipboard like a maniac. That's good, very good progress. Now relax your forehead, blue veins aren't exactly attractive to the opposite sex." This time punched him in the arm.

"I do not have blue veins popping out of my forehead!" I scowled with annoyance.

Armani rubbed the spot where I punched him and shrugged,"What ever you say Ivory."

I groaned,"Have you always been this annoying?"

"Have you always been this beautiful?"

I put my headphones on and ignored him. Armani fell a sleep shortly after, and laid his head on my shoulder. His cologne smelled delightful and his eyelashes looked perfect. I still wondered how someone so attractive could be so shameless. Armani said the first thing on his mind, as if his filter was nonactivated or nonexistent. It irritated the hell out of me but, a small part of me loved it.

"I know you don't want to talk about this but, what are we going to do if Tyler is there?" Armani spoke slowly as if he knew what his words would do to me.

I tensed in my seat and inhaled sharply. I didn't know what I would do. It was obvious that I wasn't ready to face him. But what if my parents didn't care. Their image was always number one priority.

Armani touched my knee gently, causing a portion of me to melt under his touch. His freckled green eyes locked with mine and said everything that his lips didn't. Whatever happened, Armani Jones had me. He wasn't going anywhere and that was enough to ease me for the rest of the flight. We arrived at the airport with two and a half hours to spare.

Armani insisted that we ate at Panera Bread but I didn't have much of an appetite. I just wanted to fly back and join the others for tour. I wanted to forget about my family and the wealth we unfortunately had. I wanted to forget about everything that wasn't YouTube. Except Armani.