Warnings: None

Word Count: 2102

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

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"Where do we even start?" Y/N asked.

We were standing just inside our shared closet, looking at all the clothes that were hanging up. Today was the day that we had set aside for packing the majority of our things up for tour, which always started with our clothes since they took the most space in our suitcases. It also just so happened to be the most daunting part.

"Well, we have the lists," I said, holding them up for emphasis. "Should we just find all the stuff we need, pile it up, and then fold?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Let's start with your stuff."

"Ok."

Y/N took the lists from me and sat down just outside the closet. I stepped further in and started to look through my clothes, already deciding what I wanted to bring and what I should leave behind. Y/N started to read off items on the list, which I grabbed and then tossed to her.

"Hey, careful!"

I turned to look at her, only to realize the tank top I had just grabbed had ended up hanging off of her head. She was laughing as she pulled it off of her head and added it to the ever growing pile behind her.

"Sorry," I smiled. "Wasn't looking."

"It's ok."

This pattern went on until we had finally collected all the things on my list. The pile of clothes behind Y/N went up to my knees, already making me dread having to fold it later. Still, I knew it would be nothing compared to what Y/N ended up bringing since she didn't have the same habit of wearing clothes for days straight like I did.

"Let's get this stuff into the bedroom," Y/N said, starting to get off the ground. I quickly walked over to her and helped her up. "Thanks."

Together, the two of us began to carry small armfuls of clothes over to my side of the bed. The pile quickly grew again until all of my clothes were sitting on the ground. I immediately collapsed onto the bed after dropping the last few pants off.

"Ty," Y/N smiled. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a break."

"We don't have time for breaks. It's already noon and we haven't even picked out my clothes yet. At this rate, we're not going to be done until midnight."

"Please," I said, sticking out my bottom lip. "Can we just relax for five minutes?"

"Fine, but that's it," she said, taking a seat on the bed next to me before falling back into my arms.

"I'll count."

"No you won't," she laughed. "I'm setting a timer, otherwise we'll be here for hours and you'll still claim we have a minute left."

"I will not," I mumbled into her neck.

"Yes you will."

"Isn't this relaxing?"

"Yes, but somebody has another world tour starting in less than a week that we need to get ready for."

"I'll postpone it."

"Ty," she laughed. "That isn't an option."

"Sure it is. I'm famous."

"I'm not going to let you postpone a world tour just because you want to cuddle with me."

"Please?"

"No!"

"At least I tried."

We made quiet conversation for the rest of the five minutes. When the timer finally went off, Y/N practically had to drag me off the bed and back into the closet.

"Come on, Ty, you don't even have to do the hard stuff right now. All you have to do is sit and read words off a list."

"That is hard."

"Why are you so whiny today?" she laughed as she started to look through a drawer. I smiled to myself as I sat down and leaned against the wall.

"Today is the first free day that I've had in almost two weeks and we have to spend it packing. That's why I'm so whiny."

"Hey, at least we get to spend time together. It's better than you being out at meetings all day."

"Ok, point taken."

"We don't have any award shows this time around, do we? I want to make sure I pack something nice if we do."

"I don't think so. If we do, you can just wear a nice sweatshirt or something."

"No, you can wear a nice sweatshirt because you're Tyler Joseph," she said as she pulled down a couple tops. "I have to wear something nice because I'm just Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"Just Y/F/N Y/L/N?"

"Yeah?"

"You mean the most stunning, hilarious, loving, supportive, and amazing girl in the entire world?"

"Shut up," she giggled.

"I mean, look at you! You're beautiful."

My compliment was answered with Y/N balling up a t-shirt and tossing it at me. I ducked out of the way, laughing the entire time.

"I thought we weren't supposed to throw clothing at one another's heads?"

"There's an exception when they're being a dork," she smiled.

"Oh, of course. How did I never realize before?"

"Can you just tell me what else I need?"

I read off the next few things on the list, which Y/N quickly found and picked out, occasionally asking for my opinion on what she should bring. By the time that we had made it through the entire page, there was a second enormous pile of clothing sitting behind me, just slightly bigger than my pile had been. Once again, we started to carry clothes out to the bedroom, this time putting them on Y/N's side of the bed.

"Alright, we need to grab our suitcases from downstairs," Y/N said.

"Race you?" I grinned.

Y/N's mouth quickly grew into a smile. Before she had a chance to answer, I yelled out "3, 2, 1, go!" and we were both taking off down the stairs, trying to be the first one to make it to the guest bedroom. I jumped over the last couple steps, landing with a thud, which gained me just enough of a lead to slide into the room before her. She immediately collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

"I shouldn't have agreed to that," she sighed. "I just can't seem to win any races against you."

"It's alright," I said, holding a hand out to her to help her up. "I still love you."

I gave her a quick kiss before opening the closet. All of our suitcases were lined up along the top, each in varying sizes and shapes for the various tours that we went on. Thankfully, this was only a North American leg of the tour, meaning we could afford to pack a little heavy since we wouldn't be doing any flying. Y/N stood next to me as I pulled down a couple of the bigger suitcases that we had.

"Do you think these will be big enough?" she asked. "We had a lot of clothes."

"Yeah, they should be fine as long as we pack tight enough. I used this one for Australia and it wasn't a big deal."

"That was only a month though."

"Do you really think we need the huge ones?"

Y/N pursed her lips, thinking it over for a moment.

"I guess not. Worst case scenario, we stick the folded clothes into a new suitcase."

"Alright, let's get these upstairs."

Y/N and I each grabbed our respective suitcases and carefully carried them up the stairs, being sure not to bump them into the walls. There were a couple marks downstairs already from times that one of us had been paying not quite enough attention to where we were going.

Once my suitcase was unzipped and ready to go, I started to sort through my pile of clothes, separating things by tops and bottoms and whether or not I wore it during the show. Y/N, on the other hand, was already starting to fold up her things and put them into her bag as she went.

"Are you going to be able to find anything in your suitcase?" I laughed.

"Probably not, but isn't that half the fun of getting dressed on tour?"

"Not when you're frantically trying to find the shirt that you need to wear on stage ten minutes before you're supposed to be in the right place."

"Don't you usually double check all of that stuff way before the show starts?"

"We're supposed to, but I just forgot that day. Of course that was also the day that my white tank top suddenly went missing."

"Oh right, I remember you texting me about that," Y/N smiled. "Carter got mad because my phone wouldn't stop vibrating while we were trying to play video games."

"I was panicking!"

"I know you were, love."

I shook my head as I tossed another shirt into my non-show shirt pile, which was steadily growing.

"Oh! You know what I forgot?" Y/N said.

"What?"

"A sleep shirt. Do you mind if I grab one of the ones you aren't bringing?"

"Go for it."

Y/N walked into the bathroom and came back a short time later with a shirt in her hand.

"Which one did you grab?"

She held it up for me to see. On it were the words "Worthington Christian High School Basketball", printed in bold, colorful lettering across the front. It was a shirt that I hadn't worn - or even seen - in years.

"Where did you find that?" I laughed.

"It was in your t-shirt drawer! I stumbled across it when I was folding your shirts the other day. Do you not remember wearing it all the time in high school?"

"I guess not."

"I swear you wore it at least once a week."

"Of course I did."

Y/N tossed it onto her pile of clothes and went back to folding. Shortly after, I finished sorting everything and stood up so that I could start to fold and actually put things into my suitcase.

We made conversation as we continued to pack, mostly talking about things we wanted to do on tour and things we wanted to see in various states when we had some free time. It felt weird to think about leaving again so soon, but I was reassured by the fact that Y/N would be right there next to me this time. I didn't get nearly as homesick when she was with me.

As we started to near the end of our packing, my mind started to bounce around with a question that I had been meaning to ask Y/N for a few days. My original plan had been to ask her last week, but after our argument, it went forgotten for awhile.

"Hey, so I've been thinking," I started, reaching up to rub at my neck, "what if we went out on a nice date after my rehearsal tomorrow? It's been awhile since we actually went out and did something like that."

Y/N finished folding the shirt in front of her and paused, her eyebrows every so slightly furrowed. I rocked back and forth on my heels, waiting for an answer.

"I mean, obviously I want to, but aren't you concerned about fans coming up and interrupting us? I mean, we can't even go to the grocery store without someone asking for a picture, much less out on the town in the middle of Columbus. I always assumed that's why we had dates here."

"We don't necessarily have to go out in Columbus. I just thought we could go do something fun. Maybe even something we used to do a lot like, you know..." My mind was racing trying to think of a good idea. "Stargazing, or something."

Genius.

"Stargazing," Y/N repeated. Her mouth was slowly curling up into a smile. "I think that would be a really good idea. The weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow too, so it will be perfect."

"Then it's a date."

"Do I really have to wear something nice to sit in the back of a car though?"

"No, the most important thing is that I'm spending time with you."

"Cheesy," she laughed.

"It's how I feel."

"I know."

I tried to hide the smile on my face as I tucked another pair of pants into my suitcase. My hands were already shaking with excitement at the thought of going stargazing with Y/N. It had been a long time since we had gone up there, mostly because of bad weather or not being home, and I was looking forward to it.

It was going to be perfect.