Emma's POV
Three weeks after I am released from the hospital, we are packing for tour. I was conflicted with feelings of excitement and nervousness. Toby found it quite amusing.
"How are you feeling?" He asks from below me. My head is resting on his chest and I trace the lines on his left hand.
"Good." I reply simply.
"You always say good."
"You always think just because I say good all the time that I'm lying. I do feel good, Toby. I feel. . . normal."
"Normal for you, or real normal?" I sit up and rest my forearms against Toby's chest. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and he peers down at me.
"You don't need to worry all the time." I whisper. He takes the hand I was previously tracing and runs it through my knotted hair.
"You know I can't help it."
"Mm." I lean down and press my lips against his. "I promise if I don't feel well, I'll tell you. Okay?"
"Really?"
"Of course." Toby rolls us over and I giggle. I immediately blush as I can't believe I actually giggled. It wasn't even a cute giggle--it was more of a little kid giggle. He kisses my cheek, and then the tip of my nose. I let my eyes flutter closed as Toby continues to sprinkle my face in loving kisses.
"Love you." I whisper.
"Love you more." He mumbles against my lips.
*~*~*
The next morning, we head off to our first stop of the tour in South Carolina. The first day was full of traveling, and we had no show tonight. After 7 hours of fighting over movies and wrestling on the floor, we arrive at the hotel. We are assigned to rooms, then head up. We don't bother unpacking anything and only bring what we needed for the night. The girls decide to go out and explore, but I am too tired to do anything.
Toby comes over and we hang out on my bed.
"We should do a live stream," he suggests. I agree, not having a better idea. We grab my laptop from my bag and tweet to let everyone know we will be on. We wait 20 minutes, lying around and cuddling, to get on. When we do, there is soon 1,000 people watching.
"Hey guys!" I grin into the camera and Toby does the same. We chat with them for a while before it gets boring.
"Why don't you guys send us some things to do, and we'll do the one with the most votes." Comments start flooding in. We pick out a few like innuendo bingo, saltine challenge, and makeup challenges. In the end, the makeup challenges win.
"I don't think I like this very much. " Toby says.
"Well you are the one who suggested letting them pick." I reply, flicking his nose. Toby rolls his eyes as I get up to retrieve all of the girl's makeup. I pour it all onto the bed before climbing back on. Toby picks up a tube of mascara.
"I don't even know what to do with this stuff." He complains.
"Then I guess we'll find out." We decide that I'll do Toby's makeup first.
"Here put this on." I hand Toby a head band to which he makes a face.
"Why do I have to wear this?" He asks.
"To get all your hair away from your face so I can work my magic." To my amusement, Toby takes the headband from my hands and slides it into his hair. "Pretty."
I take out Avery's foundation and show it to the camera. I then pour a small amount on the back of my hand and use a brush to blend it into Toby's cheeks. I giggle as he crinkles his nose and move on to eye shadow. It continues on this way.
Toby questions every item I take out of the pile, and each time I tell him to be quiet. He freaks out when I grab the mascara.
"Whoa! What is that?" He exclaims.
"Mascara. Now come here." I try to grab his face, but he backs up.
"That could frickin' stab my eye out." I roll my eyes at how dramatic he was being.
"No it won't. I do it everyday." I again grab for his face and he again pulls away. "Toby." I whine.
He sighs and scoots toward me. I smile in victory. Although he scoots towards me and allows me to put the makeup on his surprisingly long eyelashes, he doesn't do it without a fight. He squirms and whines. It reminds me of a little kid complaining about bed time.
"All done! Now turn to the camera so they can see how pretty you look." With a pout, Toby does as told and faces the camera.
"I look ridiculous." He complains.
"No you don't."
"If you were a dude would you date me?" Toby questions. I contemplate it for a moment but decide to be kind.
"Yes, of course." He smiles. The door opens across the room and Riley enters, a confused look forming on his face.
"What the heck?" He questions.
"We are doing a live stream." I reply. Riley nods and heads over to the bed where we are sitting.
"Hey guys!" The comments start flooding in, saying hi to Riley. "Why on earth would you let her do this to you?"
"I'm a good boyfriend." Toby glares at me and I slip a kiss onto his cheek. More comments flood in, but these are different. "Remma" and "Emby" fill them.
"What's Remma and Emby?" I question. Toby grits his teeth, and I send him a questioning look.
"Emby is our ship name. Remma is your's and Riley's." My lips form an 'o' shape in understanding.
"Sorry Remma shippers," I say, "Riley and I are just friends. Toby is the one I love."
Toby smiles up at me. I swear his smile could end a war.
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Update! Whoa guys this is a rough one. I'm terribly sorry this took so long to produce.
If anyone has any cures for writer's block it would be greatly appreciated.
This chapter is not edited so I am also sorry for any mistakes.
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