Choices

Toby Turner!?

(Time skip of a week. Btw in this fanfic Toby lives in the same general area of Ro.)

Toby's Pov

I continued to read the comments. most of which were negative and just said I was a cheep knock off of Pewds. God dammit! I'm not trying to be like Pewds! I'm not!

A message beeped on my phone. Probably just more hate mail. I checked it anyway. It was Amanda. She was my current girlfriend who had been going out with me for awhile now,

"Toby, just wanted to ask you remember that park we met at. We need to talk."

We need to talk? That sentence always brings bad things. I'd better go, I can't leave her waiting.

(1 car ride later)

"Hey babe, what up?" She continued to stare at me expresionlessly.

"You wanted to talk with-"

"We are done. I'm breaking up with you." My heart broke inside my chest by I tried not to show it.

"Why." She didn't seem fazed at all. She seemed almost emotionless.

"I only went out with you because you were famous. But now you're not, so were done. Goodbye Toby." And she walked away like it was nothing. I was speechless, no words could describe the way I felt. I wandered over to the nearest bench and sat down. I put my head in my hands and cried. I really thought she loved me. After all this time, was this really happening? I can't even-

"Hey are you okay?" A girls voice broke my train of thought.

"Uh oh yeah, sorry." She giggled and smiled.

"Don't be sorry. You just kinda looked depressed. Wait, do I know you from somewhere?" Great, here it goes. The same old thing.

"You look familiar. What your name- if I may ask?"

"Toby Turner." Here it comes...

"Hmm, still can't put my finger on it." Wait what!? I looked over at her and saw she was genuinely confused.

"You really don't know me?" She shook her head and frowned.

"There are bits and pieces..." Bits and pieces?

"What do you mean by that?" She quickly covered her mouth like she wasn't supposed to talk about it.

"Um... I recently got out of the hospital and I am currently recovering from amnesia. I can't really remember some things." The poor girl.

"Do you remember your name?" She laughed as if it were obvious.

"Of course!"

"You know mine, may I know yours." She raised an eyebrow but shrugged.

"Alright, My name is Rogina. But please, call me Ro."