ThE sTArT ((ON HOLD))

Quick Greetings

Toby entered the house and was instantly greeted by the same black purring feline that had welcomed him many time before in the past along with his sister.

The feline, Juju, brushed up against his legs, urging to be petted as he meowed, loudly, seeking attention. Granting him his wish, Toby leaned down and stroked the cat a few times, making its back arch in pleasure before he had enough and wondered off elsewhere. Typical...

Lori came in, passing Toby as she set his stuff down upon the kitchen table. "Not that heavy." She remarked, looking towards him. "But you never were picky, were ya?"

Toby shrugged, unmotivated to answer the simple question.

He looked around the place. There wasn't exactly much. Just some stuff that you might find in a normal house.

"Hey, Toby- Why don't you play outside with Juju? Just to keep him occupied, you know? He already wondered into the new neighbor's yard." Lori suggested.

Toby sighed, but nodded. He figured that his aunt didn't want him here...He didn't even want to be here.

Toby walked to the back yard door where Juju was waiting to be let out. "And, Toby," He glanced back. "Don't associate with the neighbor too much and please try your best not to let Juju get over there..." He cocked his head, but nodded anyways. "Fine..." He muttered under his breath before walking out the back door, shutting it behind him.
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Tim sat back at his porch, thinking everything through. So what the hell am I going to do-? He asked himself. What if that thing comes back and targets me? What will I do? What if it sets other people at risk? He growled. "I Don't fucking know anymore..." He cursed under his breath.

Tim perked up when he heard the neighbour's door open. His blood ran cold as he saw the ticking kid outside with his cat.

His hair was all messy and went in every direction- It reminded Tim of the first time they actually met. Maybe I should get more info? Could that help?

Tim, gingerly, got up from his place and walked over to the other yard. "Hey-- Kid." He greeted the teen, forgetting his name. He saw the shock placed in the kid's eyes as he met his. "H-Hello." He stuttered. Stuttering as always- Nothing has really changed. "Soooo...Bud- I never would of thought your auntie would live next-store to me." The kid shrugged, looking down at his feet.

Tim was about to speak before the teen spoke up. "M-My name's T-T-Toby, by the wa-way- I-if you c-couldn't remember..." He trailed off, glancing at him before lowering his gaze again.

Tim scratched the back of his neck. "I, uh, sorry...I didn't know it was so clear." Toby shrugged. This kid is not oblivious, that's for sure.

"So- How's it been?" Toby shrugged once again. Thanks for not making this awkward. Tim thought, sarcastically.

"M-My aunt d-doesn't want me t-t-talking t-to you." Tim was taken back by the sudden statement blurted out by the teen. "Wha-" "Sh-She probably th-thinks your crazy o-or s-s-something." Not afraid to say anything either. Tim thought, bitterly, but still- Why wouldn't she want him talking to Toby? Doesn't she know that he actually knows him? Was it because what happened earlier? I am a bit twisted...Hhnn...

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, I guess....but if you wanna talk I'm opened. I mean- you're a young-adult, you can handle yourself, right?" Tim teased, giving Toby a friendly nudge. He shrugged, shifting uncomfortably. Great job, Tim, you are officially the new pervert and child-molester in town to a seventeen year-old.

Before Tim could rephrase his sentence the back door opened up to reveal a surprised aunt, cocking her head. "Umm, hello, can I help you?" She questioned.

Tim withdrew and shook his head. "No, no, no! I just...uh, came to say hello- you know, getting to know the neighbours." He said. Lori nodded uncertainly as she walked over, taking her nephew under her shoulder. "Well, I'm glad you two got to know each other a bit- Umm, but we should be going inside. We're having lunch."

Tim glanced at the confused Toby who decided it would be a great idea to blurt something else out. "But I already ate--" "Hush." Lori smiled, innocently. "Well, uh, have a great day." She said, taking no time to rush inside with the teen under her arm.

Tim only watched, blankly and confused before cursing at himself. "Damnit..." A certain meow seemed to get his attention and, of course, there it was. The black cat who chose to sit in front of him and purr.

It's gaze felt as if it was mocking Tim. Am I being mocked-? He questioned himself. Tim, it's a cat, get ahold of yourself. Even though he kept of telling himself that, it didn't seem to work and he decided to give a little gift to the feline. The flip of the old bird. AKA middle finger, which stands for "fuck you".
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Toby and his aunt watched through the curtains as the tall man flipped off their cat and stomped back to his own yard.

Lori sighed before turning towards Toby, with a disappointed look. "I told you, you shouldn't talk to that guy." He shrugged. "H-He's not th-that b-b-bad." His aunt sighed. "Just- Stay. Away. From. Him."

...

But Toby didn't want to.

To be continued...