Coincidence - Tobuscus Fan Fiction

Chapter 18 - Idealistic Dreams Suck

Chapter 18 - Idealistic Dreams Suck

"Skye?" Toby mutters a few minutes after our surprisingly intense make out session on the hotel room's sofa. We are almost side by side, only I am on my side with my head resting against Toby's firm, bare chest.

"Mmhmm," I murmur. "What is it?" I'm not entirely sure how this is all going span out. I'm not entirely sure if I even want to know.

"I think I like you." He whispers like I wasn't supposed to hear it. I move my head closer, wriggling my whole body to nuzzle my way to snuggle into the nape of his neck. To smell his scent, whatever that maybe.

"You don't say." I lightly chuckle, feeling the movement of muscles in his cheek move about, making him widely smile. After a minute or two I break the newly fallen sediment of total silence. "Would it be too bold to say I like you," I pause. "Too." I admit to him, sliding my free hand around his abdomen, I can't seem to just stop touching him.

He answers me with a kiss, it's only a peck on my forehead but it means he cares, it means every thing between us is totally okay. I smile in return knowing somethings changed, and I don't want to label it.

My vision begins to blur the edges, I am only able to concentrate on his face in the dimming light of the hotel lamp. I feel my eye lids droop against my will. I try to force them open, feeling every muscle in my eyes straining to keep my sight not turn blank, straining to keep this moment.

A dream. Only a freaking dream. A perfect dream. Something that delightful doesn't seem at all possible, I mentally kick my self. Opening my eyes I grimace, utterly annoyed and not to mention very frustrated at myself, particularly my mind, for conjuring my ideal little fantasy purely for entertainment as I rest.

I open my eyes, knowing I can't get back to sleep with the sudden awakening reality on my mind. "Morning." I hear Toby's familiar voice say as he stands by the window, in a deep navy plain shirt, sipping some coffee based beverage from Starbucks through there traditional green straw with his named scrawled on an angle in a very neat hand on the side of the see through plastic cop. He's been out, that means he's been up for awhile. Oh god, he was looking at me, I better not have panda eyes or I may have to kill a bitch.

"You're awake." I pull myself up in the bed, the white linen covers roll off my torso, revealing my underwear, and not my huge adventure time T shirt I brought with me, Jesus fucking Christ. He looks at me looking down at myself with a half shocked, half horrified expression on my face and trying to hide it, smirks. the worst part is the last part I remember is hailing a black cab feeling very, very drunk with Toby. "Sorry." I quietly say, hoping to god that he didn't hear my pathetic attempt of acknowledging my embarrassing choice of sleepwear.

"Oh, don't worry, I only just noticed." Toby says still with a huge smirk on his adorable face. He stops for a second, seeing my face still in the same expression. "I mean, we're friends, right? It's not weird." He says with my favorite reassuring smile showing all his straight beautifully white teeth.

With my head a little less unsettled, I get up, walking rather quickly to the drawers on the other side of the room to retrieve my worn but very much loved toiletries bag. After a minute or to of Toby staring out the window loudly sucking up the last few drops of his Starbucks drink and me rummaging around my bag trying to find my favorite shampoo I don't think I brought, I stand up and abandon my mission to find it. I look across to Toby and at the same time he picks his eyes up at me, equaling both of use awkwardly looking away in the opposite directions.

"Uh, Toby?" I precariously say his name. " You're wrong." I add.

"About what?" He asks, not looking at me and instead out of the window, down at the street bellow.