Disguised -Pewbuscus-

Chapter 4

(Pewds' POV)

"What the heck is wrong with you anyway? You haven't even been enjoying comic-con that much!" Marzia yelled.

I couldn't help but think that she probably only thought that because she could only see me when I was with her.

"I have! Look, can't we spend a few hours there and then get the fuck out of here?"

"How many times must I explain to you!? THE PLAIN TICKETS ARE ALREADY ORDERED!"

"But... I need to say goodbye to someone!"

"WHAT? WHO?"

I almost started to cry just because we were arguing. I never fought with Marzia, and it didn't feel good. I crossed my arms and started breathing in and out, trying to calm myself.

"You don't have to be like this. I'll be super duper quick if you just give me the fucking helmet, alright?"

"WHY DO YOU NEED THE HELMET? WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?"

I didn't want to explain so much, saying anything at all was an out of this world a crazy idea. I was so done. I looked over her shoulder at the suitcase she was guarding like a dog defending her pups. A large bump was sticking out, the shape obviously representing my helmet. As I took a small step towards it Marzia slapped me on the arm.

"Ow!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. I just shook my head and turned around, picking up my pace as I became more sure of what I wanted.

Without the helmet and voice changer, I stormed out of the hotel room. "I'll meet you at the airport, bring my stuff there," was all I said. I closed the door behind me but she opened it again as she yelled my name. I was already walking down the stairs, completely confident in my plans.

I felt like she was following me, but when I got outside and down the street I finally turned around to realize she wasn't. I guess that was a good thing... but it left a pit in my stomach. I hadn't even thought about the consequences of my actions, but it was too late to turn around at that point.

Getting in my car, I turned on the engine and the radio sprung to life. I knew it was the only rental car we had, and without it Marzia had no way to even get to the airport. With these thoughts in mind, the guilt was soon eating me up. I didn't stop. I drove as quickly as I could through the crowded streets and only just barely found a parking place in the large garage building.

Comic-con seemed even bigger than it usually did, and I suddenly felt scared. A couple of people recognized me immediately when I approached the entrance, while some others just pointed and stared. I ran past them before they had time to get themselves together and approach me, even though I would have usually thought of that as rude behavior.

I looked around and turned my head like an owl, beginning to feel hopeless after just a couple of minutes. I soon realized that everything I had done in that last hour had been a mistake. How could I be so stupid? Marzia was my amazing girlfriend who I loved more than anything, and I could go completely insane just for Tobuscus?

I sighed and turned to the entrance again. How would I explain all of this to Marzia? As I thought about possible excuses I crowd of people gathered around me and started yelling "Pewdiepie!"

"Sorry everyone I can't sign autographs right now! I'm really in a hurry!" I yelled.

"Just one quick picture please!"

People began to grab and pull at me in front of their cameras to get a good selfy.

"Guys! I really need to go, please stop."