Something i didn't have

Something personal

Saying it was a bad day was a huge misunderstanding. Saying this day was awful just as well. Even saying this day was terrible would be taken as a misreading. This day was a disaster, which occurred five times in a row by now. What is the actual matter somebody could ask him? Well, Tobias started school week after almost two months of absence. Worst week of his entire life.

He could compare this week to his time of childhood when he was living in an orphanage. He could compare it to times when he got into bad company, times of his sixteen, and seventeen years. He could compare it to his first months of adulthood when he was just getting used to that new responsibility like taxes, or his first job. Nothing could be compared to what he felt now.

Just a few hours ago, just as he did yesterday and the day before yesterday, and so on, he left Hiccup in that nursery. In the fucking nursery. Every time he remember that he would feel just as much shit as any day. That crap about getting used is indeed crap.

Tobias wasn't in the greatest shape. The actual opposite of it. People who knew him, people which saw him regularly, and who saw the worst of his would consider this time at school to be his worse. Truth be told, everybody who knew the issue was prepared for it, but the rest wasn't.

Stress which was eating Toothless alive, that anxiety, and tension was the reason for his bad humor making it dangerous to even approach him. For example, teachers the whole week hate him for his outcome. The girl who dared to flirt with him left teary. Finally, when Torch who took it as a challenge to laugh at his sudden disappearance almost got strangled. In summary, Tobias is moody.

By now, he sat on the bench, hunched and angled to his phone just in front of him. His leg was shaking anxiously, making his arm supported against it, as well as the phone in its grip, jiggled. His thumb was constantly swiping the screen of it. No notifications. Next attempt, none. Once more, likewise.

Eventually, just before him, or more likely over him, there was a throat clear, which by guess was supposed to get his attention. It would probably achieve it with anyone else, but not him. His brows barely twitched. He afresh swiped. Nothing. The sound of, this time louder, throat clear sounded in his ears. This time, Tobias forced himself to move his eyes momentarily over the shoes of the incomer. Red snickers, Nikes nonetheless, with that childlike fire stickers. He didn't need to reconsider who it was. He knew a person. Too much now. Only wonder here, how is possible that his shoes weren't those worn in the circus by now? They would suit him.

Eventually, his eyes once more remained on the phone. Furthermore, zero information. Finally, the boy before him, which by guess already got impatient, groaned. "You are pathetic."

Tobias snickered, his look sticking to the phone, not bothering to glance over James before him. "Then, it makes two of us, but in the difference of you I have experience of the week while you have had it for-" He hummed. "-whole life?"

"Dick." Hookfang sighed. On the view of Tobias still not interested in his existence, he heavily sat next to him. Immediately after, the black-haired boy moved away from him, by time frowning and continuing his doings with his phone. Seeing so, James bent over him. "You know notifications don't work like that?"

"Fuck off, James."

Hookfang smirked. "Chill, just saying." He placed his hands against the back of his neck and then laid against the wall by his back. "Constant reload won't give a thing." Toothless's chin tensed. "I mean, it's notification, it's not like it appears by it." Tobias paused. His thumbs tightly held the phone now. "Even if you kept refreshing it, messages will appear without it, so whatever you're doing now, it's useless."