Hearts Reunited: A Toby 'Tobuscus' Turner Fan Fiction

Reunited

~Toby's POV~

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I rolled over and turned off my alarm. I did not want to get up today, but it seems like I had to if I wanted to get this annoying orange episode out of the way.

I sat up, grabbing my phone. I got 5 new texts. Two from my mom, one from Delanie's dad, and two from Jack. I just wanted to be left alone.

I clicked on the ones from my mom.

'Toby. I guess Delanie's missing. Text me back.'

'Toby.. Answer. I know you still care about her.'

Delanie's missing?! I replied to her and clicked on the one from her dad.

'Toby, I know I never treated you well, but you treated my baby girl well. Do you know where she is? Contact me as soon as possible please.'

Wow.. He actually cared about his daughter. I didn't reply to him and I clicked on the ones from Jack.

'Dude.. Michaela..I'm worried about her. She might be anorexic.'

'Well don't I have a surprise for you!'

Woah.. Jack was having bipolar problems or something. He went from Anorexia to Happiness and Surprises. What's going on?

I took a shower, the steam rising through the air of the bathroom. It was clearing my mind, but not my heart. It kept racing. Delanie.. Delanie. She was missing. Why would she be missing?

Was she kidnapped? Did she "run away"? What happened to her? I think I still have her number actually. I got out, wrapping a towel around my waist and leaving to grab my phone.

"Contacts.. Come on come on."

I sounded too desperate. There was her name, her beautiful name.

"Call her Toby.. Not much harm in that."

I had to talk to myself for a whole five minutes before I actually clicked 'Call'.

Ding.. Ding... Ding..

"Hello there! Sorry I missed you! I'll call you as soon as I can!"

I didn't even leave a voice mail. I hung up and put the phone on the table. Gryphon came up and started barking at me.

"What? What?" I used my 'Gryphon voice' and started patting my thighs. He jumped, hitting me in the crotch with his paws.

"YOUCH!" If I could jump ten feet high I would have. I decided to get dressed before even playing with him. Gotta save the children.

~Delanie's POV~

I awoke at noon to Michaela shaking me awake. I rolled over, facing the closed window. The sun streamed through, but it didn't feel happy.

Nothing felt right.

"Delanie, didn't you want to go see Toby today?"

"Wait what?!" I sat up, my hair in a rats nest and sticking up.

"Remember? We're in Los Angeles and going to surprise Toby? The guy you dated and you are still in love with him?"

Oh.. Right. I forgot about that.

"Supposedly he films in an hour so let's move it!"

"Okay jesus.. Let me sleep for 30 minutes."

"Not with that hair! Go take a shower!"

"Okay!" I did some weird flip off the bed and crash landed on the floor. Michaela just stood there laughing her ass off. That's what true friends do.

When she wasn't looking, I slithered a bit, and grabbed her ankle. When she looked down, I gave her an evil smile and dragged myself under the bed, and Michaela came tumbling down.

"What in the actual fuck Delanie?!"

"Muahahahaha!" I slithered out and ran into the bathroom, and Jack came in.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Delanie was being a retard and fell off the bed. She then grabbed my ankle and dragged me onto the floor with her!"

Jack just stood with his mouth open then he did the most shocking thing. He started busting up laughing. His face turned pink and he had to crouch he was that tickled by our weirdness.

"You two.. You two have some issues. De.. Delanie. Take a shower. Listen to music. Whatever."

I closed the door and locked it. I turned my iPod on and it went to "Prize Fighter" by The Killers.

"She's a pillar by the day! She's a fire by the night! She's a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright! When it comes to tight rope walking, she's world renound!"

I started singing along as Brandon, Ronnie, Mark, and Dave filled the bathroom with their wonderful works. My hair was hard to get shampoo into and I would have lost my temper without the singing.

~Jack's POV~

I heard Delanie singing and maybe once or twice slip in the shower. Michaela was just sitting there, shaking her head.

"Who's the band she's singing too?"

"Oh no.. Don't ask her that. She'll give you all the information about them."

"Then tell me."

"The Killers. They're from Las Vegas and are her favorite band. Her and Toby used to listen to them before he moved away."

"Oh..."

"They're the only thing minus drinking that help her through everything."

"Wow.. So she's still a teenager technically."

"Yeah. A depressed Bi-Polar teenager."

"She's Bi-polar?"

"No. She just goes from happy to sad. Like this morning she didn't want to get out of bed. Then she was laughing and playful. It's the alcohol."

"Oh.. Michaela. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah Jack. What's wrong?"

"Are you Anorexic?"

Michaela just looked down, her eyes weary. Her spirits dropped, I could tell by the look in her eyes.

"Does Delanie know?"

"Of course she doesn't! She can't even deal with her own bullshit!"

"Michaela. Calm down. You know she would help you even if she was flat out drunk and couldn't walk."

"Well I don't need her help."

I just forced Michaela's face to look at mine. I kissed her lightly on the nose, something I used to do before I put her to bed.

"I think you both need each other."

~Toby's POV~

I was on the set at around 2 when I heard Jack call my name.

"Jack buddy!"

Jack was with Michaela. That's not a surprise. That's when I saw who was behind them.

Brown-Red hair. Big Stormy Blue eyes. Freckles.

"Delanie.." My voice quivered with the tears that were not yet appearing. Damn it don't cry now.

She looked out from behind Michaela. She looked like a scared child.

"Toby." That's when she stepped out fully. She didn't look a day over 20. She looked beautiful.

"Delanie Oh My God." My heart was pounding from being in the same room as her. The butterflies were back in my stomach.

"Toby." She ran to me, throwing herself into my arms. Her body felt familiar against mine. Her arms around my neck.. Like we were back in High School.

Jack and Michaela were looking at me, smiling. I smiled back, then dug my face into her shoulder.