𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔢

Chapter 8- Thinking of you

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•(Y/N) pov•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

I whip my head around and what do I see? Dark and mysterious chocolatey eyes, looking into mine, and silky chesnut colored hair. The boy I've been thinking of for days on end.
Toby. Toby Rogers.

My heart melts as my eyes lock onto his, it was worth the wait, as he sits down beside me, a bit closer than normal, and his mouth guard wrinkles slightly, seemingly due to a smile forming across his face.

He pulls it down, revealing the gash
Cut deep in his chin, as he inches closer than before, and softly places one hand on my chin and begins to lift it towards him, as I wrapped my arms behind his back and leaned in, we both began to close are eyes.

As our lips are about to meet, I hear a voice calling me back to consciousness, and a hand shaking my shoulder,
"(Y/N) Wake up! I'm here!"
It was just a dream?
"Oh! Toby! Sorry I must have fallen for- I mean- asleep! While I was waiting for you!"

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•~•~•~•~•~•~•Monday•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The same as usual I've gotten ready for school,

Until going out the door. I checked I packed everything, I'm knee deep in this mess of murderers, and could become the victim really easy.

Pocket knife, check.
Watch, check.
Emergency food and water, check.
First aid, check.
Wait...
Why did I pack this..
I don't usually bring mints...
And this lip balm has been unopened since I got it a few months ago...
That dream...

I put everything back in my bag,
And step out the door. Wait, my key!
Mom will be at work when I get home.. and the door locks itself when it closes.. so I'm locked out.

I begin to look for the spare, under the doormat? Nope.. under the flowerpots? Nope.. just bugs. Behind the car wheel? Still nothing. And I can't climb through the window...

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It's ok... I packed extra food and water so I can wait until mom gets home..
I begin slowly walking to school, crossing towards the forest and walking there.
As I slowly walked towards the forest, and to the edge of the sidewalk, I trip.

Expecting to fall into the ditch, I toss my bag away, before my (F/B) tee-shirt caught on a branch.
Isn't that a bit low for a branch?
Everyone gasped, or.. everyone except Lindsay. Stereotypical mean girl.
Giggling to her friends about how she
Hopes I get killed. That brat..
But... Why? "EEK!"

I feel a tug on my shirt, pulling me onto my feat.
Just Toby...
What am I thinking.. "Just Toby"?
Axe murderer Toby... Now a casual thought... How dumb am I..
I smile and nod towards the forest, and grab my bag before continuing to school.

Math. Toby.
English. Toby.
Science. Toby.
History. Toby.

Every other thought.. Toby.
Like a parasite, infecting it's host..
But more pleasant.
The day blurred together.. all day thinking of, you guessed it, Toby.
During break sitting near the forest doodling.. everything I draw turning out to be Toby.

"Hey Miss "He'd never like me back"~"
Just Jake...
"Whatcha drawing~"
I slam my sketchbook closed,
"Nothing! I'm drawing nothing! Just- uh- anatomy study's!"

•~•~•~•~•~•~•Toby POV•~•~•~•~•~•~•

"You drawing the boy you like?"
"Jake! Stop messing around! Hey! Give that back!"

The boy she likes..?
(Y/N) likes someone?

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THUD

A sketchbook seems to have been thrown to the forest, as it falls open to a page full of doodles of a boy...
She does like someone...
Upon further investigation, who is that..? Its all in pencil, so there's no color clues... In the top corner, a label..

Artist: (Y/N)
Drawings of: Jake
Date: (few days before meeting Toby)

Jake...
Sounds like a target..

•~•~•~•~•~•Authors Notes•~•~•~•~•~•
Hey loves! So, this chapter is a bit longer to make up for last chapter. So this took about 3 hours to make. Oh. Word count? 624 words without authors notes, and 659 with.