Dad-Buscus (Toby Turner Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7: Peanut Allergies

Toby's POV~

After stopping by the store and picking up a few sketch books, Viviane and I headed home.

I managed to sneak off with a few more of her old sketch books, as she started drawing in the new ones.

I sat on my bed, continuing to explore the magical world that is: Viviane's Artwork.

It amazed me how good she was, her being so young and all.

Flipping through, I found numerous sketches of those One Direction guys, her mom, and even some of me-

but the one that caught my eye the most was a painting type thing of a sunflower. It was a side-view and very nicely done.

For some reason, I really liked it.

I stared at it for a while longer, until I heard Viviane's voice. 

"Wh-what are you doing with those?" she asks.

"Uh- sorry! Uh-I saw them-uh-in-in your room and I wanted to take a look."

"Those are private and personal." she says quietly, picking up the ones I had scattered on the floor.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know-"

"It's fine. Just don't look through any more." she mumbles, picking up the stack in front of me, walking out.

Why didn't she want me looking through them?

What was so private and personal?

Did I make her angry?

Does she hate me now?

Was she alright?

Was she gonna go cry now?

The guilt washed over me as I got out of bed and went into the kitchen, deciding to eat some ice cream.

I put Vanilla ice-cream in a bowl and dumped nuts and chocolate fudge on top. I made two, deciding to give one to Viviane to make it up to her.

I walked into her room and lightly knocked on the door. "Hey, Viviane? You want some ice-cream?" I ask.

She looks up from her computer and gives me a weak smile. "Yeah, that'd be nice." she says.

I hand her the bowl and watch her eat a spoonful.

She notices me staring and opens her mouth, exposing her mouthful of ice cream.

"Hey. I can see your nuts." I joke.

Her eyes widen. "What?" 

"The nuts. In the ice-cream."

She starts to choke, then spits out the ice-cream, back into the bowl. She starts to queeze and her neck turns a deep shade of red.

"A-Allergic. G-Get my b-bag. P-Please." she chokes out, pointing to a bag, leaning against the wall.

I try to reach over and grab the bag like I've been told, but I'm frozen, in shock. 

I can't move. 

I don't know what to do, even though I've been given clear directions.

Viviane stares at me wide-eyed like: 'Are you gonna help me, idiot?'

I stare back, completely going blank.

She starts to cough as she struggles to get up, rushing over to her bag.