It's been hours, been stuck in the same position and my legs fell asleep a long time ago. The daylights faded from the sky and the rooms now pitch black; except for a sliver of warm light under my door from out there. I can hear noises from the room to the right of my room, it sounds like someone strumming a guitar, but it's hard to tell. On the left side of my room is a completely different story. I hear thumping, crashes, a German rock song on repeat, and the poor guy sounds like he's constantly knocking stuff over.
Suddenly the hurricane in the room next to me stops. Toby opens my door, closes it gently, and sits on the side of my bed, a shoebox held gently in his hands.
"Hi Y/n" he mutters. Looking everywhere but me.
"Hi Toby." I whisper, I try to glare at him.
"I know where you're from." He states, making eye contact with me for the first time.
"Yeah so do I, (your hometown)"
"No, No I fou-found pictures of us." The boy stutters.
"Us together?" i question him.
He puts the box in my lap and I sit up. "Uh, I ca-"
"Oh sor-sorry my bad." He rushes out the words causing him to stutter again, his left leg twitches and his arm tics. He unties my hands and turns on the bedside table. I can finally get a clear view of his face. It's like everything clicks in place.
His face is round, his bangs cover most of his forehead though. His eyes are a gorgeous amber brown, and his eyebrows are bushy and untamed with a small unibrow. The real attraction is his mouth. His peachy lips look normal to one side, but his left side contorts and twists, there's a huge gash, burned mess on his cheek. It's torn in some places, healed completely in others, and in one spot there's some small stitches holding it all together. He sees me staring at his mouth and clears his throat. I blush and get back to the task at hand.
Opening the box with care, I see at least 20-30 pictures of younger me with younger Toby.
" Woah, where'd you get these?" I ask in awe, holding a picture of us. It's from when we were 5, at a zoo riding camels together.
"I took them with me when I ran away, with some pictures of me and Lyra." He whispers. Talking about her clearly brings up bad memories. He looks away and stares at his shoes. Who's Lyra? I cant remember anything about this guy.
I keep going through the pictures, and one of them sticks out. "6/07/18" it's Y/n and Toby on a ferris wheel.. kissing?
What the fuck.
Holy shit.
Oh my god.
I kissed this asshole
and I looked happy..
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Fearless || Ticci Toby x Reader ||
Fiksi Penggemar(Sorry if this is poorly written, English isn't my first language) "If the angels asked me to join them I'd refuse, I can't imagine a heaven where you aren't by my side." (Also posted on AO3)
