e-Bae

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(A/N This pic is basically Toby's life motto and catchphrase.)

Toby's bag slipped from his shoulder in the excitement of seeing Ryan. On her bed. With a boy.

"You guys are so cute!" he yelled, leaning out his open window.

Ryan was looking at him in amusement, while the mystery guy on her bed stared at him in shock. Giving him a wide smile, Toby gestured for Ryan to open her window, which she kindly did, before launching his body over. When he first moved to Michigan, he thought it was so weird to be living in a house that, if he wanted, he could stick his arm out and touch the one next to it. Now, it was the perfect way to escape his mother's terrible cooking and actually eat something that wasn't the consistency of granite.

Landing on her floor, he sprung up before her dog could attack him with slobber. He didn't gel his hair that morning to get it licked away by a three-legged pit bull. Brushing off his jogging pants, he looked up to see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome watching him.

"I know I'm fabulous, TDH, but you don't have to stare," he said, studying TDH's features some more. For some reason, he looked vaguely familiar, but being the social person he was, Toby knew he had to see him in passing. Now, all he had to do was use his Nancy Drew detective skills to get to the bottom of why there was a guy he didn't know about in Ryan's room. It was weird for him to not already know who mystery man's name, birthday, and street he lived on right off the bat.

"TDH?" the stranger questioned, eyebrows furrowing. Studying the bushy caterpillars on the guy's face, Tobias shook his head sadly. He would have to steal his sister's eyebrow archer later, because the ones on his forehead were not on fleek.

"It means tall, dark, and handsome. But, everything's tall to Tobias. I think he just reached four feet yesterday," Ryan teased, and Toby rolled his eyes. Giants always wanted to talk about tiny people. Sitting next to TDH, he watched as Ryan grabbed her laptop and sat at her computer desk.

"Hello, person I don't know. What's your name?" he asked, watching the boy run a hand through his choppy hair. That would have to go too.

"Thomas," TDH muttered, not meeting Toby's eyes. Eyes that were now widened at the realization of who this was.

"Shut up. Shut up!" he exclaimed, bouncing on Ryan's bed. With a panicked look on his face, Thomas gripped the blanket before he fell off, shooting a glare in the cheerleader's direction. Shooing that away, Toby grabbed both sides of Thomas's face, meeting his eyes.

"Boo, that doesn't scare me. My sister gives better death stares to my moms when she's not allowed to use their credit cards to buy fuzzy pink sweaters. For a bad boy, you need to step up your game," he said, pulling at Thomas's cheeks, trying to see if he really was real. Maybe he just stumbled upon his sister's weed stash again, and was high as a rainbow.

"But, you know what does scare me? Those permanent marker scribbles above those beautiful brown eyes of yours. Maybe if you let me tweak them a little-"

"Toby, I think you're mentally scarring him, and he's only been out of the story and in real people land for a short while. Plus, all this talk of eyebrows and fuzzy pink sweaters isn't helping you be a convincing straight man," Ryan teased from behind the computer, typing away.

"What does it take to be a convincing straight man? Hungry caterpillar eyebrows, no offense, and to shower once a year? Besides, how many times do I have to tell you I'm Toby-sexual. I don't like weird society definitions on orientation. We aren't angles," Toby responded, letting TDH pry his hands away. Thomas sighed in relief and moved far away from Toby, to which Toby took as a challenge. Spreading out on the edge of Ryan's bed, he placed his head in Thomas's lap, daring him to move it.