What's in a week?

Wednesday 3rd June 2015

Toby's P.O.V:

I've been thinking about what Masky said last night. I can't help it. It just kept replaying in my mind. What was it like to be with a guy? Hell, what was it like to be with a girl? I don't flooping know. I wonder if anyone else is like Masky? It feels wrong to say his proper name without his consent. Almost like it's sacred... But that's stupid. Yeah, just a silly thought. I hopped out of the tree I was sitting in and walked through the back door, catching glimpse of Masky sitting at the breakfast bar, biting into a juicy red apple. Wow, how did he get his teeth so white? Doesn't he smoke?

"Hey." He greeted, swallowing the food. I watched his throat, eyes leading up to his strong jaw.

"Hi." I replied plainly, looking down at the floor.

"Where you been? You missed breakfast. When I woke up on the couch you were gone, you must've been up a while..." I nodded, saying nothing. "Uh... You hungry?" 

"No." My voice had a scratchy monotone. I hadn't ate or drank anything since half four this morning. 13:48. I checked the clock with a tut. Beginning to walk, I was almost out the door when he called my name,

"Toby! God damnit! You've been like this for days now. What's wrong?!" He stormed over to me and gripped my sleeve, not letting go. I stayed silent, simply staring at him, watching the anger in his eyes. It was far too familiar. "You never ate anything for breakfast on Monday, you just messed around with your food! Tuesday, you only ate one meal, if you can call it that. Toast, Toby, Toast. That's not a meal. That is nowhere near a meal. You missed both meals today. What the fuck is wrong?!" I kept my mouth closed. "TELL ME!" He grabbed me by my upper arms, forcing me to stay in place. That didn't stop me form struggling. 

"Hey, no! GET OFF ME!" I slapped his cheek with the back of my hand, pushing him away with all my strength. He was hurt. I could see it in his face. My mouth was once again sewn shut as I walked away from him. Walked into the hall. Walked up the stairs. Blacked out on the landing.

"Uhhhhghhhh... Where... A-Am I?" A hand ran through my hair, mine were underneath me. It wasn't mine. From what I could see in the darkness, I wasn't anywhere I knew...

"Shh. Sleep, Toby." A gruff and wavering voice whispered, my eyes scrunched up.

"Masky?" There was a sniff in response. My hand grasped thin air until it landed on something soft and wet. "A-Are you... Crying?" I asked, shocked, what could he possibly be crying about? Suddenly i was enveloped in a warm hug.

"Fuck, Toby. You had no fucking idea how worried I was when I found you passed out in the hall! I thought you'd died..." I smiled into the darkness, rolling my eyes at his stupidity. I'd only been gone a few minutes. "I thought you'd wake up. But you didn't... You didn't wake up... I've laid here for hours. Thank god you're okay!" What. 

"You... You were crying over me?" I asked, he stiffened, "Where are we?"

"My room. I want you to stay here for tonight so I can watch over you..." I sighed, 

"Really? Why do I have to listen to you?" I could almost hear the smirk in his voice, his emotion changing for a few seconds just to tease me, 

"Because Slendy put me in charge." I groaned mumbling out an angry 'fine'. Then my mind lapsed back to earlier. What would it be like?

"Masky-"

"Call me Tim." He interrupted, before realizing he'd done it. "Sorry."

"It's fine... Tim, I uh... I was... Thinking about what you said last night and uh... I'm sorry if you don't but-" I cut myself off, leaning up and gently pecking his lips, it lasted about a second. I was expecting more of a fanfare. This is kissing? People must really over-exaggerate this stuff. 

An over-whelming silence filled the space around us, I was just thinking how badly I'd fucked things up, when he grabbed my chin and leaned down. Chapped lips against mine, moving in some rhythm unknown to me, biting my lip and a tongue slipping into my mouth. So this is kissing. "Mmmmhh" I groaned, letting my eyes shut and him take over. He wrapped my arms around him and I melted into his embrace, leaning in to close any possible gap between us. He pulled away, smirking.

"No longer Bi-Curious." He chuckled, gripping my hand. "So you'll stay?" I nodded. "Promise me one more thing." I looked into his eyes. "Promise me you'll let me help you eat properly." I sighed, but smiled when I felt him about to lecture me.

"Okay. I will."