What's in a week?

Thursday 4th June 2015

"Toby?"
"Toby!"
"Toby! Toby, wake up!" I groaned and walked back into the kitchen, rubbing my temples at how he could probably sleep through the end of the world. "God dammit." Sighing, I flicked the switch on the kettle, getting a mug to make my coffee, and a glass for Toby's usual cherry juice. He stumbled into the room, hair a mess and clothes all rumpled.
"Don't make me anything, I'm gonna-" I grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Sit your ass down." He was about to object but I interrupted, "You promised me you'd eat properly last night."

Toby's P.O.V:

Last night... Oh sugar. My face went pink as I escaped from his grip, grabbing an apple so he wouldn't complain later. I legged it to the large tree outside and climbed it, sitting on a branch and sighing.
"I'm pathetic. Why did I do that?!" I exclaimed, hitting my forehead with my hand. "He probably hates me now... Just because he's bi, doesn't mean he's gonna go around randomly kissing guys!" I sighed, leaning back on the trunk and biting into the apple. "Shoot!" I exclaimed, sitting abruptly up straight, "These are his favourite! Aw he's gonna flippin hate me!" I closed my eyes and leveled my breathing, twitching in the process. "Why am I getting so worked up anyway? Maybe it's because I have to see his face for the rest of my life. Oh go-od that's gonna be awkward! What do I do?!" A rustling sound came from the bushes below me, I panicked and quickly jumped up a branch so I was obscured by leaves.

"Toby?! Toby are you out here?!" Masky yelled, he looked worried. Probably not, I mean, I don't have my glasses on, why would he care? Masky sighed and sat on a rock, "Where is he? I hope he's not lost..." In the struggle to remain hidden, my apple fell from my sweaty palms, I tried to reach out and grab it but...
"Uhnnghh... Wha- Toby?!" Oh shitaki mushrooms. I stared down at him, watching a single drop of blood fall from the new cut on his forehead, my finger swept under and scooped the red liquid, tasting it. Sweet. "Toby... Can you... Can... Get offa me..." He groaned, "Can't... bre-... breathe." I quickly rolled onto the grass next to him and he inhaled deeply. "...Why'dya run off for? Toby you promised."
"It's not that.. it's just..." I looked at him, unable to find the words. Masky sat up, grabbing the apple.
"Well, you said you'd eat, and I'm helping you one way or another, so-" He took a bite and grabbed my chin, pinching my nose until I gasped, he put his lips on mine. After a few seconds I realised that the kiss would last until I swallowed, and did so. "You still hungry?" He mumbled into my ear. I nodded eagerly.

I could get used to this.