Disguised -Pewbuscus-

Chapter 2

(Toby's POV)

I knew trying not to think about him would lead to just the opposite. Was it worth trying? I already knew there were some crazy people at comic-con, I had been trying to convince myself he was just crazy for the past day. Maybe if I told people it wouldn't feel like a big deal or a secret. But I couldn't tell my viewers! It was just awkward!

I pushed myself out of bed, telling myself I wouldn't see the man with the helmet that day. If I did, I could have a talk with him.

I drove away from the hotel and arrived at the gates for the second day. I immediately headed over to one of the buildings I had not yet explored and started looking at some booths. Nothing could really distract me. I felt like going home.

I pulled out my phone and started recording, approaching a woman with a bioshock cosplay with a very low cut shirt.

"Hothothohtohtot," I mumbled and giggled as I tried to get a good view for the phone.

I did this several times and got several different creeped out faces. On of the women was even able to recognized me. Eventually wandering around the building like this lead me outside next to a grassy field.

I scanned it over and thought I made out a woman figure in cosplay. As I started to approach her, going on foot at a time, I froze still in my tracks. Shock ran through my body. I suppose I could see how I might confuse him for a woman just because of the certain angles on his body, but his helmet was one of a kind. This was exactly what I had been fearing. I stopped and stared for far too long, watching him gracefully look around the sky by himself. A part of my heart felt sad seeing him all by himself, but I had to get away.

I was pretty sure he had spotted me, but I awkwardly shuffled away and started speed walking. I didn't look behind me at all, but it felt like I was being followed by something scarier than slender man himself.

I thought I had gotten away and I felt a sigh escape my body, but jumped when I felt something smack against me. A hand on my shoulder. I looked over at it slowly, looking behind me to see the man who I thought I had forgotten about. Under his helmet he was probably giving a welcoming smile, but he looked so scary with no face. I had the strangest urge to randomly take it off.

"What's up?" His robotic voice asked, still keeping his hand on my shoulder. His other hand was twiddling and twisting a flower, a white one that had been all over the grass area he had been laying on.

I tried to smile and wave, not stopping my walking. He followed way to close behind me.

"Where are you headed?" He said, continuing to ask me questions.

"Um... just... I don't know."

"Are you hungry?"

"I guess," I mumbled, doing the only thing I could by speaking off the top of my head.

"Do you want to go get lunch?"

"Uh.. sorry I've got stuff to do."

He ran to catch up and started walking beside me, then put all of his arm around my shoulder. I felt more uncomfortable than when he had kissed me.

"You've got stuff to do but nowhere to go? Sounds fishy to me. How bout in here?" He asked, turning me to face an area sectioned off with what looked like a cafe.

Before I could think of an excuse and before I could open my mouth he was dragging me through the entrance. I wanted to say something, believe me. I wanted to stop him so much but in those instants I felt like I could stop worrying. Maybe I wanted to run in to him the whole time, and maybe I wanted to kiss him again. As far as I knew, nothing mattered in the moments I was with him.

"Tobuscus!" Someone yelled from inside the cafe, pointing a finger at me. He was a teenage boy with short blonde hair and a pokemon shirt. I waved and smiled as they took out there phone and walked towards me. That was the only time the man with the helmet took his arm off of me. I took a quick picture and then he was on his way, skipping along.

I turned around to see mystery man already ordering, choosing what I should get for me.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't hear you with that voice thing."

Instead of taking it off, he kept repeatedly saying "two croissants and chai tea."

I would have helped the lady guess what he was saying, but I wanted him to take it off. I wasn't sure why he was so reluctant to even let anyone hear his darn voice. It wasn't like it would make a difference. Eventually she got it and wrote down the order. Mystery man grabbed me and sat me down near a table by the window. He sat across from me as he lifted his arms and elbows, leaning forward, continuing to twist the flower in his hand.

"So... you never mentioned your name," I said.

He paused for a while, taking way too long to answer. "Sam.. is my name."

"Okay.. and you know who I am... right?"

"Of course!" He screeched, as if he was offended I would accuse him of not knowing.

"Okay. So, what brings you to comic-con this year?"

"Um.. I dunno. Seeing people, looking at booths, meeting youtubers," He said casually.

"What other youtubers do you like?"

He paused for too long again. "Pewdiepie."

"Of course. Have you seen him yet? I thought he wasn't coming this year."

"Ya, I don't know. I guess you could say he hasn't shown his face around here yet."

"I bet he's at a booth somewhere signing autographs. If you want I could call him, I have his phone number," I said, already pulling the phone out of my pocket.

"No!" He yelled, reaching across the table to grab my arm and stop me.

"Gees, okay!" I said, putting my phone away and throwing my hands in the air.

Maybe I was a bit jealous that this guy was a Pewdiepie fan, but then again everyone was! Sometimes I could get a bit upset he was so successful, but I didn't make a big deal about it. After all, he was a pretty cool dude.

"Sorry," He said, getting back in his seat. "It would be fun to hang out with him as well, but you're like my favorite youtuber! You should totally do a collaboration video with him though."

I sighed. "I don't do many colab videos, but if I did I would want to do one with him."

He turned his head and was now looking out the window when our number was called. I went and grabbed the food, and brought the tray back to our table. I think that was about the time I snapped out of my strange I-can-talk-to-this-guy-and-it's-not-awkward-at-all faze.

"Um.. anyway. Thanks for the croissant. I should get going now."

Instead of making a big fus, he simply raised his hand holding the white flower up to me. I hesitated, but took it out of his hand with a smile.

"Thanks," I muttered as I put it behind my ear.

He must have been laughing and smiling under the helmet. "You look fabulous."

I laughed awkwardly with him as I left the cafe, waving goodbye. "Bye Sam!"

I didn't run in to him again that day, but I kept thinking I saw his helmet in the crowd. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after all, as long as he didn't try to kiss me. Right? Maybe I just needed someone to talk to about it, though it wasn't my usual way of expressing emotions. Sometimes I wished I had become more of a personal youtuber who talked about actual things in my life. I didn't get that feeling of being really close to my audience like some people described. If I had never met Sam I wouldn't have been thinking about those things at all.