You Complete Me (Toby Turner Fanfic)

Chapter 8(Tori's POV)

Chapter 8(Tori's POV) *This may be the only POV of Tori, I just wanted to mix things up a bit*

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I wake up in a bed that is not my own. It is much softer than mine, and certainly a lot more comfortable. The heavenly smell of bacon and eggs fills my nose and I quickly get up and follow the enticing scent into the kitchen.

"Well, good morning sunshine the earth says hello!" Toby says while making eggs in a pan.

"Good morning to you, too." I say, still sleepy.

"You can go sit down at the table if you'd like, I've got everything under control here and it should be done shortly." Toby says.

Being in a drowsy state, I just smile stupidly and nod and go and sit at the table in the other room. A loud crash, a girly scream and few minutes later, Toby walks in with 2 plates with a mountain of eggs and bacon.

"You alright back there? I ask Toby with a chuckle.

"Uhh, yeah. I just dropped a plate." Toby says nonchalantly.

We eat our breakfast in silence and I go to take the plates but Toby stops me.

"No, that's okay I got it." He says while trying to take the plates from me.

"No no, you cooked breakfast. I can wash the dishes." I say pulling the plates back.

"No, I will wash them. This is my house, so I will clean the dishes." He says, trying to take the plates from me again.

"Nope, not gonna happen." I say while pulling the plates back further away from him.

"Am I gonna have to forcibly take them from you?" Toby says with a mischievous grin.

"Oh yeah, what are you gonna do, Turner?" I reply with a smirk.

"This!" He shouts and suddenly grabs me in his arms, my back against his chest.

"No no, stop it!" I shout, laughing.

"I'll stop when you give me the plates!" He shouts, also laughing.

"Never!" I shout and break free from his grip. I run across the room into the living room, plates still in hand.

"Oh, bad move!" He says, grinning deviously.

Toby runs at me and lightly tackles me onto the couch, the plates falling on the rug next to the couch, unbroken.

We look into each others eyes, both of us out of breath. After a while, we burst out laughing and he collapses behind me and we just lay in each others arms, gryphon licking the morsels off the plates.

6 MONTHS LATER

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"That's the last box!" Toby shouts as he sets down the last heavy box and plops on the couch next to me.

"I think this was a great idea, me moving in with you." I say and give him a kiss.

"I think so, too." Toby says with a smile. "So, what time do you work tomorrow?"

"8am to 1:30pm I think," I say while grabbing my work schedule from the coffee table. "Yeah, 8-1:30" I confirm.

Toby attempts to look at the schedule but I quickly stuff it in my pocket before he can glance at it.

Toby raises an eyebrow but lets it slid. "Ugh, I don't want to start unpacking by myself." He says, exasperated.

"It can wait until I get home. We'll have the rest of the day, it'll be fun!" I say, ecstatic.

"If you say so" he says.

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I wanted to end it there because the I had writers block and next parts would be easier to write in Toby's POV. Bye for now, WEEEEE! <3