*Toby P.O.V.*
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Oh dear lord Jesus. I love my fans, I really do. But I wish they would stop mobbing me so much. I was just going to get my mail and a bunch of girls in tobuscus t-shirts walked down the street. When they saw me they squealed and running towards me screaming "OMIGOD IT'S TOBY TURNER!!!! OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!!!!"
I got scared and ran away but they where starting to catch up to me. Thank god i have my heelys on. I heelyd the rest of the way to my car and jumped in locking the doors behind me. Then i floored it and sped towards jacks house. I got the spare key out from under the eave and let myself in, slamming and locking the door.
"What the fuck?" I looked up and saw jack in pajama pants and a t-shirt. "I almost got mobbed." "Like hell you did." i looked at him for a minute. "watch that potty mouth sir." He sat down on the couch and ran his hands through his hair. "Was it as bug as the one in London?" I thought for a minute. "No." "Then how many people was it?" ummm.... "5." He sighed and facepalmed himself. "Toby, 5 people is hardly a mob."
"Hey!" I snapped. "It was pretty scary for me." "Then why aren't you at your own house?" I looked at him like he was crazy. "Because Mr. Douglass, they would have gotten me before i could have got to house." He got up. "well mow you can go back." He pushed me out the door and shut it behind me. "That little nugget.." I yawned. Why am I so tired? A trip to Starbucks will change that. I put the key back in its place and got in the car, humming my new Wolfinstein trailer i uploaded earlier that day.
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Sorry it's so short, my shoulder is kinda starting to hurt. But when you can't wash dirt off Popsicles, you have to eat them! I don't know if that's a saying. is it? i don't know.
