21 kisses (Creepypasta Fanfic)

chapter 3: Wanderer.

(Toby's POV)
When I woke up, the car was in a parking space and Brian was gone. I shifted. We couldn't be there yet? I got up and out of the car looking around. Where were we? Where was he?
I walked about the carpark, looking for some sign by the looks of the people it was a pitstop. My legs ached a little as I stumbled about, did I look like a drunken man? Probably I was tired as I moved around, thirsty, hungry but in a dizzy rush, I didn't want to be alone but I couldn't find Brian. I ran through the building my feet thumping on the ground, I felt like a lost child in a supermarket looking for my mother. I looked a state- I could image at least as I frantically scurried around, shaking more violently like I was experiencing some form of earthquake no one else could feel. It felt crowded as people stopped and stared at my state. I felt claustrophobic under their stares and bolted out, I was running blindly in the parking lot frantic in the heat before something hit me.
Stupid stupid, I cursed myself curling up. I'm running in a carpark. Cars move; the grey car zips passed me as I now am half laid at the edge of part of the road. My head's dizzy and if I could feel pain it would have come from my side that must've been knocked by the car. Why didn't I stay in the car. What if he left without me? Said sod it and fucked off. What if he was hurt? What if I made him worry? Ack. I'm so bad at this. I'm so shit. Shitty shit.

"TOBY!!!"
It's the familiar yell that makes me abruptly wipe my eyes dry and glanced up, a hand tugs at my arm and pulls me up and I'm pulled away from the path of another incoming car. I shifted and sniff softly trying to look at him like I knew what I was doing but it failed. He sighed and shook his head pulling me into a tight hug, he kissed my forehead. Why? Was he really that worried? Was he teasing me? Why'd he do that! The simple gesture had my head spinning more, I cling to him as though I'd suddenly lost my balance.
"C'mon you stupid imp. " He mumbled, trying to lead me back but I couldn't walk i heard him curse to himself.
"What are you now; retarded?" 
I whimpered and tried to steady myself, but fail. My body is a heated mess of flesh as my mind is a tangled web, I don't know oh god I don't know.
"PICK ME UP!" My voice cracks and chirps as I cling tighter to him
He sighed and does so.
"Don't go running off again. I need to get you home in one piece." He says softly as he carries me back to the car.
I nodded and nuzzled into his chest.
That was relaxing, it was nice but I was still confused. The moment he found me he hugged me and....k...I....eh..then he wanted me to walk and called me retarded. I guess he was just messing. I probably worried and angered him. I sighed and close my eyes, I want to sleep. I'm thinking to much.

It doesn't take long before he sits me down in the car and buckled me in, I look around for a moment before noticing some food and water.
He shifted it a little to sit on his seat before looking at me and handing me a water.
"Keep your energy up. It's really hot I don't want you getting another tour of heat stroke or such, you should also eat and get your strength back." He said softly as he motioned to the bakery bags before turning to the steering wheel and stating the car before driving out of the car park and back onto the road.
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(Brian's POV)
The next hour of the drive is silent. Toby has almost completely finished the water and now plays with the bottle as he eyes stare absentmindedly at the glove box. I might have overreacted. He'd gotten hit by a car. Not fully, but knocked at the side. Of course he'd been in some shock. Probably woke some memory triggered more PTSD. I shouldn't have yelled at him, he had been so fragile for that moment. Demanding like a child I picked him up. Arguing against my command but with the innocence of a child. He's such a kid. I looked at him.
"You can turn on the radio." I said, as though that would fix the moment.
He nodded though and leaned forward pressing the button. A popular hit came on, pop bounce.
'how...long...has...this...been going on..'
Oh great it's that's song.
Toby doesn't seem to care he sits back and hums along until the song ends.
The next talk between the hosts was dull and Toby was scrounging about the car until he pulled out a CD. I glanced at him as he opened it and put it in.
'I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad...'
It's a mix of old tracks. I imagine the owner had compiled the random older songs together themselves.
Toby settles down for a few tracks as my attention wandered to the signs before one catches my attention.
'This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold'
I glance at Toby who's already humming.
'This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces'
God, it's an old song, something good. Less than rap out as many swears and sex words as possible.
"Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Got kiss myself, I'm so pretty" Toby's voice cracked a little as it chirped out along with the radio. He recognises it too.
There's nothing particularly meaningful to either of us about this song, but it's catchy and stuck. Nostelgia?

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I'm too hot, hot damn. Called the police and a fireman..." for a breif moment as the words slip from my lips and into the tune of the music there's nothing better.
It feels normal.
For a moment we're just two dudes on a hot day driving to a place singing old songs in our car together.
For a moment we are normal.
And then the song ends, the warm buzz of excited from it still flitters around but the moment has gone.

My mind is given time to wander back to where it belongs. The task at hand to get back home. Toby closes his eyes, and soon after I note he's gone back to sleep. His mind has wandered too. Wandered Futher. Wandered behind this world. To a land nothing here can reach. I hope if he does wander around he wanders safely. The mind can be the most dangerous place.