Dad-Buscus (Toby Turner Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10: Why?!

TOBY's POV~

The next few days went by fairly quick.

We stayed at home and the only communication me and Viviane had with each other was when we passed each other in the kitchen.

Even then, all it was was a little 'Hi' or 'Hey'

I feel bad.

After thinking about it, she does have a reason to do the things she's been doing, more then enough, but I just wish it wasn't cutting.

Anything but cutting.

Poor Viviane must feel horrible. Losing her parents and having to stay with an adult as weird as me. If I'm even considered an adult.

But I have to remember: she's staying here for a while and we'll get into arguments. This is just one of many.

It's not the end of the world. We'll get through it. No need to worry too much, right?

But what if I'm not fit to take care of Viviane?

What if she hates it here?

What if she hates me?

What if she runs away?

Then more questions pop into my head.

Why does she hate Olga?

What did Olga do to poor Viviane?

Olga wouldn't hurt Viviane, would she?

Olga is a nice woman, she wouldn't hurt a fly!

Why doesn't Viviane like her?

I sure like Olga.

A lot.

But I also love Viviane.

She's my new daughter-buscus and I have to take care of her.

But I like Olga, too.

What if Olga is the future wife-buscus? And we have kid-buscuses?

Do I really have to pick between Olga and Viviane?

I'd pick Viviane, of course, but would that ruin my friendship with Olga?

Why do I even need to pick?

Why does Viviane hate Olga?!

I want to ask Viviane so many questions, but I don't wanna overwhelm her.

But I do need answers.

Okay, let's go get some answers.

I walk to Viviane's room and knock on the door.

"Come in." I hear.

I walk in and Viviane is hugging her legs, with her computer at her side.

"Hey, Viviane. Will you come here for a sec?" I ask.

VIVIANE's POV~

"Hey, Viviane. Will you come here for a sec?" Toby asks.

I slowly get up and follow him to the living room.

We both take a seat on the couch.

"Okay," Toby says, seriously. "I want to ask you some questions. Please, just give me some answers. If you feel like you can't answer them, then you don't have to. Just please. Answer honestly." he starts.

I nod.

"Do you not like Olga?"

I've been thinking about this long and hard.