Double or Nothin' ⇨ PewDiePie ⇦ (slow updates)

One: Whiskey Lullaby

The honeymoon suite was spinning and just a tad bit fuzzy as I took one of the last swigs of the whiskey.

Man, I loved that song by Brad Paisley. . . Whiskey Lullaby.

"She put the bottle to her head and pulled the trigger~" I sang off key as I slurred in the process and fell back onto the comfy couch, "Finally drank away his memory. . ." I started to cry into my hands.

Why did he have to go and be such dick?!, I thought. It wasn't even my fault. . . Toby was blaming me for something I couldn't have helped! That was complete and utter bullsh*t!

I tried my best to run towards my smaller suitcase to get my laptop, wiping away my freshly fallen tears. I pulled it out and fumbled to get to my bed and turned it on. The sounds of it waking up from a too-long-hibernation put me at ease.

Oh how I'd missed you, laptop.

I clicked on Google Chrome on my desktop and waited, quite impatiently, for it to load. Once that was up, I choose the tab that was labeled Ze YouTubes! and waited again. I immediately saw a video from Toby.

Bad news. . .

I clicked on it because (1) I was drunk and didn't give a flying f*ck about my actions and the consequences that came with them and (2) because curiosity got the best of me like it always did.

-Vlog-

Toby didn't start off with the usual intro. He was sitting at his desk, recording with his iPhone propped up. No movement really. . . Just Toby staring blankly yet intently at the phone. It was awhile before he finally spoke up--maybe a minute. A tear rolled down his already red cheek.

"Hey, Audience. This vlog isn't going to be a happy one." he sniffled and continued, "Cassandra broke up with me." Toby pinched the bridge of his nose and looked away. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I love her. . ."

I paused there.

Was he joking?!

I broke up with him!? That manipulative bastard! Gosh, I was getting so sick and tired of this "innocent Toby" act he had going and everyone believing. He had absolutely no right to tell millions of people such a horrible lie that, might I add, could get me seriously hurt--both physically and emotionally.

Trust me, I'd been a fangirl for most of my teenage years. I knew how much their words could do some pretty serious damage to a person. I wasn't proud of those moments either. . .