I miss you.... A Tobuscus FanFiction

A Tobuscus fanfic :3
Lena's the sister of Jack Douglass, and has recently been shaken by her alcoholic ex, Jason. Toby really likes Lena, but can he fix her??
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4. I'm so sick of this shit.

Lena’s POV (Still)

I rubbed my eyes as the morning sun blurred my vision. Toby’s arms were strapped tightly across my stomach. I lifted his arm off me and slid out of his bed, and I crept to the bedroom door. “Lena?” I spun around, smiled and waved. He smiled and lay back down. “I thought it was a dream.” He smiled, “What?” I was confused. “I thought we hadn’t played video games and ate until we were sick. I thought you hadn’t stayed. But I’m glad you did.” He smiled. “Where were you going??” He questioned. “I have to PEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” I squealed and bolted to the bathroom. I could hear him laughing in the hallway. I walked out of the bathroom and down to the living room couch. “Lena??” He called. “Yeah?” I walked over to his game room. “I wanna play a game.” He pouted. “Okay, what game,” I laughed, “There’s Call of Duty, Assassin’s Creed….” I smiled, “No, not video games. A real game.” My jaw dropped when I heard that, but I went along with it. “It’s a song game. You pick up to 9 friends, and you all give a song to describe their relationship with them.” He explained. “Okay.” I smiled, “You go first.” He poked my arm,

“Jack-Next to me, Emeli Sande

Olga-Die Young, Ke$ha

You-Hey There Delilah, Plain White T’s

Sean-C’mon, Ke$ha

And I guess that’s it.” I smiled, feeling sad that I didn’t have more friends. “I’ll see you later, Toby.” I said, smiling and grabbing my keys, walking towards the front door. “Wait.” He grabbed my shoulder right before I gripped the door knob. “What?” I turned around. “I’m sick of all this shit.” His words pierced me, “Wha-?” I didn’t know what to say. “We were so close to being a couple, then I screw it up. Now every time I see you, I feel like there’s a part of me missing, and we’re so close to being closer than ‘just friends’, when you just get up and leave.” He looked at the floor. I touched his chin and smiled, kissing his lips softly. “Me, too.” I smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him to my car. “Where are we going?” He giggled. “Wherever we want.”

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