And So We Met (A Toby Turner Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine

Toby's POV

'This cannot be happening.' I thought to myself. But no matter how many times I told myself that, it was. I knew Olga. I knew the look in her eyes when she saw me making my way to Taylor. And it wasn't a good one. But I'd followed her out here anyway. I'd followed her to the porch, and I really didn't want to have the conversation we were about to have, because I know I'm just going to cave, and fall right back into her.

Once we had gotten out into the cool air, she spun around and faced me. "Toby," she said, dragging her hand down my torso, "I miss you. And I know you miss me."

As much as I wanted to deny it, it was true. I'd missed her. Or maybe what we had. But I wasn't about to say anything. We had broken up months ago, because it just wasn't working for us. We were'nt good together, or so she'd said. She said she had wanted to be by herself for a while, and figure things out. But I'd seen her with a different guy the week after she'd asked for space, and I haven't seen or spoken to her since that day. Well, not until today at least.

"So whaddya say we get back together, hm? We can be just like we used to."

"Olga, I don't think that that's a good-"

"So Friday night at 7 then? I'll bring Thai food and we'll stay in at your place."

"No Olga that's not-"

Just then I saw Taylor and Jack Douglass, standing by the window, engrossed in conversation. Olga took my momentary distraction as a sign of acceptance to her Friday night plans and kissed me. "See you later," Olga said, and went back in to join the party. When I looked back at where Jack and Taylor were standing, Taylor was gone.

Taylor's POV

I looked out the window just in time to see Olga and Toby kiss. After exchanging phone numbers with Jack Douglass, I excused myself and started saying my goodbyes. After promising to text and make plans with everyone to meet up again, I got in my car and left. It was nearly 2am, and that was 5am for me. I could've stayed and talked with everyone some more, but after seeing that kiss, I doubted I'd be that much fun to talk to anyway. I'd barely known Toby for a day, but I was falling for him. I thought his feelings were the same, but clearly I'd thought too much into it. I didn't even realize I was crying until I had to pull over because I couldn't see. 'Stupid girl,' I thought. 'Did you really think he liked you? You haven't even known each other for a day. Nothing but a few hours. Of course he already has a girlfriend, especially an exotic one like Olga.' I sat in my car and cried hard until my tears stopped coming so fast. Then I continued the drive home. Once I'd gotten home, I walked inside, dropped my shoes at the door, and went straight to bed, not even caring enough to wrap my hair up or change out of my clothes. The moment my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

Taylor's outfit is here: www.polyvore.com/taylors_outfit_for_jacks_house/set?id=107776975

I woke up the next morning with a little bit of a headache. It was a nice Sunday morning, until I remembered last night's events. I checked my phone for the time, saw that it was 10am, and saw that I also had five missed calls and three voicemails, all from the same number. I listened to them, and realized that they were from Toby. I silently wondered how he had gotten my number, since he was too busy with Olga while I was making my rounds before I headed out the door. Part of me wondered if he had gotten home okay, but I pushed all thoughts aside and concentrated on the day in front of me. I took a shower, and devoted the rest of the day to getting my house in order. Right when I had finished setting everything up and to my liking, my phone rang. I checked the Caller ID and saw that it was Jack Douglass.

"Hey Jack!" I exclaimed. As much as I wanted to be alone right now, I knew it wasn't good for me, so I decided to talk to him.

"Hey Taylor! Do you think you could come by and be in some sketches for Your Grammar Sucks 50?"

"Sure! Just give me the address and I'll be there soon," I said. He had told me about his Your Grammar Sucks series last night, and it was the most original thing I'd heard of. I jotted down his address, pulled on my Uggs and jacket, grabbed my bag, and left my now organized home.

About half an hour later, I pulled into Jack's driveway. He greeted me at the door and, showed me to his living room. Sitting there in all his glory was the one person I'd been trying to get out of my mind, the one person I was trying so hard not to think about, and on some level, avoid. Right there, in Jack's home, was the Devil himself, Toby Joe Turner.