Dad-Buscus (Toby Turner Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8: Art Museum

VIVIANE's POV~

"Uh- yeah." Toby smiled, and then getting up and leaving my room.

He really shouldn't beat himself up over this. He didn't know what to do! For God's sake, I'm the one who completely forgot to tell him about my peanut allergy!

He did better then my dad did. 

My dad literally fainted and my mom had to rush home from work to help.

Oh, how I miss my parents. My dad not knowing what to do 80% of the time and my mom always being there for me. I miss them. I miss them both.  I even miss my horrible excuse for a step-mom, but I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't happy here, with Toby.

I feel bad now. Toby's probably scarred for life now- but it wasn't his fault! He's probably never been in that sort of situation before!

If only I remembered to tell him about my allergy- none of this would have happened.

How did I forget?

I grabbed my sketch book to take my mind off of things and I started to doodle whatever it is my hand felt like doodling.

I've learned that the best drawings I do are ones that I don't think about.

If I actually try to draw something, it always comes out terrible.

After about 20 minutes, I look back down at what I've drawn and it was the grim reaper holding a jar of peanut butter.

I laugh at myself.

I'm an idiot.

After a while of just scrolling through Tumblr, watching a few videos on Youtube and checking my email, I finally decide that there's been enough excitement for one day, and I go to sleep.

It takes me a while to fall asleep, so I do what I usually do when I'm stuck in this situation.

I pull out my phone and play 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran. This song always helps me fall asleep.

"White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men."

I hum the chorus to myself, until I eventually close my eyes.

THE NEXT MORNING~

TOBY's POV~

I tried to go to sleep.. but the image of Viviane's swelled up, red neck and hands just kept making an appearance in my head.

Eventually I give up on trying to get any sort of rest and I grab my laptop from my recording area and start to edit random E3 clips.