I woke up cuddled into Thomas. It didn't sound like he was awake yet, so I shut my eyes and let the details of the night before swarm into my head.
"Rise and shine sle-oh." My brothers eyes widened as he saw Thomas and I. I was blushing like mad and using the blanket to cover myself, and Thomas was now fully awake and hiding behind me. Jon shook his head. "I guess I'll just...go now." He said, muttering something after him and he shut the door.
Thomas and I got dressed quickly, giggling about the embarrassing moment. I skipped across the room to Thomas, then stood on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Suddenly, I was swept off my feet, and was being carried bridal style. I squeaked in nervous excitement, then giggled, "Thomas! Warn me next time!" He just shook his head and kissed me as he walked us to the all-you-can-eat breakfast.
*****
We were back in the car and on the road to New York City again. We made a couple more vines to pass the time, and as we neared the city, the traffic got awful. Suddenly we were stuck in the heat, and the radio had gone hazy.
No one said anything for a while. Then Patton piped up, "Did anyone bring a CD?" Most everyone shook their heads, then I sheepishly nodded. Roman's head popped up. "You did?" I nodded.
"What album?" Logan asked. I smiled broadly as I proclaimed, "Blurryface." Thomas smirked a little as confusion rippled through the car, and Virgil's ears perked up. "Blurryface?" He asked quietly.
I nodded triumphantly and placed the CD in the car. The soft beginning of "Heavy Dirty Soul" played through the speakers, and Thomas turned it up a little.
Virgil and I blasted the lyrics to the rap at the beginning of the song, and soon my brother followed suit.
He had looked up the lyrics on his phone.
I giggled as Logan protested against the lyrics clearly being "meaningless" and insisted we listen to Mozart from his phone. I shook my head and turned it up louder, so the car was vibrating with the bass drum.
The line moved a little, and we continued singing and rapping and laughing without a care in the world.
*****
We finally got to New York City and checked into our hotel. We would be staying for a week, Thomas informed us, and we would be well taken care of.
Thomas had his hands around my waist the entire walk up into our room. Before we departed, Jon said, "Please do not make out so loudly this time. With all do respect," at which after this Virgil coughed, "None.", "I would like to sleep tonight. Peacefully."
We all laughed at him. I sent Thomas into the room and said, "Be right back." as I followed Jon into his room.
"I hope you find your dream guy during our stay here." I shouted into his bedroom. Jon turned around swiftly and his cheeks puffed up. "GET OUT!" He bellowed, throwing his pillow at me. I giggled as I shut the door quickly behind me.
I got into our new hotel room, and Thomas was lying on the floor in front of the large flat-screen TV. "Is the floor comfortable?" I asked with a hint of a smile as I unpacked my things. "Yes." He replied. "Why don't you come down here and lay down with me."
I looked through my outfits. "In a minute." I responded. We were here for vidcon. Thomas would have tons of screaming fans, and I had to make sure I looked like his girlfriend. And if I couldn't do that, I had to at least look good.
I finally decided on my white one shoulder strapped mini dress. It looked good, and certainly good enough for vidcon. I set it down on the bed then lay down next to Thomas, watching Steven Universe until the fateful vidcon arrived.
A/N: I snuck in an update! Remember when I said expect spamming? Well, I'm actually grounded, and I'm writing this at 9:22 in the dark in my quiet bedroom. I'm grounded for two weeks, and I don't know if I'll be able to sneak another one in, but I will try.
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FanfictionYou meet Thomas by accident. He decides to narrate your life for his vine... The rest is history