Disguised -Pewbuscus-

Chapter 3

(Pewd's POV)

"Where are you going?" Marzia asked as I casually tried to walk away.

"Just gonna go explore, what else?"

"Why do you always go!?" Marzia whined, tilting her head at me. "Can't we go together?"

I hadn't thought of a lie for a situation like this. But I had to go find Toby... I had missed him all of the day before and I wasn't able to sleep with his face still in my head. As I stood there speechless, Marzia smiled and rolled her eyes followed by her rubbing her nose.

"I'm not feeling too good you know, I have the worst cold. Maybe we should just skip the rest of comic-con and go back to Italy. I'm not even enjoying it that much without you!"

"No!" I shouted, walking towards her. I put my arms around her and squeezed. "I'm sorry, I'll spend today with you.

I think she was still a bit upset, but she didn't say anything as I put my helmet and voice changer back in the car. I wasn't going to be Sam that day, I was going to be Pewdiepie.

I had thought a lot about how everyone would react to seeing me, and it was a lot like how I imagined it despite the fact I thought I was so humble. People were grabbing at me, asking for pictures, and following me around. It was nice and fun but got a bit chaotic at times. At some points I would lose Marzia and we would have to go and hide. As we ran and hid behind a bathroom door, we giggled to ourselves and looked straight in the eyes.

It was the weirdest thing, but I thought I saw Toby for a second when I looked at her. She leaned towards me and stuck out her lips, and it took much to long to kiss her back normally. It didn't feel real. Maybe because I was comparing it to Toby's kiss. I was still in love with her though, I mean I think I was. I had been forgetting what love was and questioning what the fuck was up with me and Toby's relationship. I wasn't sure if it was romantic or not, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it like that or not. I couldn't even be sure if the thoughts I had for Toby classified as... gay thoughts.

Marzia gave me a weird look like she knew exactly what I was thinking about. I told myself I was paranoid. But maybe she hadn't been feeling the spark either.

We followed the same routine the whole day, and I kept looking for his familiar brown hair. I looked for other crowds besides the one around me that might indicate where Toby was. I wasn't even sure of what I'd do if I saw him without my mask, I probably wouldn't be able to approach him. I didn't know how I could survive if he was somehow able to realize I was Sam. At several points I had thought I had seen him, and I had never actually figured out if they were. At about the 5th Toby look alike I felt my hair stand on end, but it turned out not to be him.

I had given up hope and was a bit depressed while walking back to the car with Marzia.

"Did you have fun?" I asked.

"Ya! Everyone is so crazy, especially around you. Did you have fun?"

"It was alright."

"It is getting a little tiring... we could pack up and leave tomorrow if you want."

"What? No of course not, I'm having so much fun."

She looked at me and lifted an eyebrow. "You don't look like you're having fun."

"Really?" I asked, turning on my silly voice as I put my arm around her. "Because I'm having more fun than a funny fun son with a gun!"

"Oh stop it," she said, giggling and blushing as she pushed me away.

We had been parked in a parking lot that day, so the sound of our giggles and footsteps echoed against the stone walls. I was still walking while I kissed Marzia and smiled at her. When we pulled away and looked around for the car my mind found it right away, but it took a while to see what was right in front of it. Maybe it was because it had done the same thing all day and each time I found out it had been lying to me. My brain was the boy who cried wolf. The brain who cried Toby. But this time it was really him, he was even wearing his classic green Tobuscus shirt.

Using the arm I had around Marzia, I pushed her behind a car with me.

"What are you doing?" She yelled, which was enough to make me panic.

I clutched my hand around her mouth and looked back over to Toby who had been looking in my car. My car. This was it, I was sure he knew.

(Toby's POV)

I looked around the parking lot in confusion, throwing my hands in the air. I had definitely heard someone, I couldn't have been imagining it.

"Hello?" I yelled. "I wasn't trying to break in to anyone's car!"

Was that a stupid thing to say? I continued to look for the lady but the parking lot was empty besides a couple of families and groups of young men. Only a few of them gave me a weird look, and none of them looked like someone who would fit the screechy female voice I had heard.

I turned back to the car and saw the helmet in the front seat, next to the strap I recognized Sam wore around his head. That must have been what made his voice all staticy. I continued to stare as if I couldn't believe my eyes. Had I really found his car? I didn't mean to look suspicious... but it was a nice car.

I continued to look around it and took out my phone. I walked to the back of the car and took a picture of the license plate. It wasn't stalking.. It was just useful information, right? I mean I wouldn't have minded if he knew my license plate, he's already creepy. Besides, I hadn't seen him at all that day and who knew if I would see him tomorrow. That was the only day left and then who knew if I would ever see him again.

As I walked away from their car and walked over to the elevator which went to the next floor (where my car was), I thought I heard the lady's voice again. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I froze and looked around again. I was probably just being paranoid, but I felt like she was judging me for being a creep and a stalker. Maybe she represented a deep fear inside of me that I was.