AU! Tim and Toby aren't proxies in this one! :)
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Tim smiled and chuckled while texting in his phone. Toby tried to cautiously see what was making Tim smile but failed. He was too far from his boyfriend.
"Who are you texting, honey?" Toby asked and turned his eyes to the show in the TV.
"No one." He stopped texting and was now scrolling through the phone. The white light illuminating Tim's dark eyes and features.
Toby arched an eyebrow. "Then why are you smiling?"
Tim looked at him and shrugged. "A funny picture." Toby looked at him with a glare. "Really? Can I see that picture too?" Toby standed up from the black coach and walked to Tim.
Tim quickly turned off the cellphone and lowered it. "No, you won't understand it."
"You calling me stupid? Give me your phone Timothy." Toby sat in his lap and tried to grab the white iphone, but Tim only took it away.
"It's fine babe." Tim laughed nervously. "Give me your damn phone Timothy!" Toby yelled at him pushing himself forward.
"You are texting someone? Why can't I see?! I'm your boyfriend, give me your damn phone!"
"You think I'm cheating?!" Tim tried not to smile. Toby was literally above him and clawing at his arm trying to yank away the mobile from his hand.
"I never said that Tim! You are my boyfriend and I'm gonna kill you and the whore you are texting to!"
"Even if that whore is my mom?" Tim unlucked his phone showing the conversations at the younger, who took it from his hands and started reading all of his messages and conversations.
Toby's features softened. "Oh." He said quietly, almost inaudible.
Tim wasn't cheating.
"But you lied about the picture."
"Oh stop I was just rolling with your drama."
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ticcimask; bae-shots
Fanfictionten ticcimask one-shots to warm and destroy your heart. enjoy! i don't own the drawing in the cover, credits for its respective owner and maker! (sorry for any mistakes in my grammar)
