My Twitching Mess (Ticci-Toby love story) #Wattys2015

Chapter 2- First Night

~BECKY POV~

As I took my bags to Toby's house, he took my up to his room, and I saw he had another bed in there, like they knew I was going to stay! Or maybe it was just there, for sleep overs with his friends or something. I'm assuming he has friends, he's really nice.

"Sooooo Toby! How long you lived here?" I ask him, sitting on my bed.

"M-my whole l-life."

"Is it nice?" He sat down next to me, I smiled but got nothing back.

"I-it's ok I g-guess."

"What's wrong with it then?"

"J-just the k-kids at m-my s-school. As long as you a-avoid me, y-you will be s-safe."

"Now why would I wanna avoid you?"

"B-because I-I-im a f-freak."

"No ya not! I used to date a guy who had ADHD and I had a huge crush on this guy who had bad anger management issues (I actually have),I had a friend who was gone in the brain and s girl who would fucking shut up! So I used to people who have differences, and I'm more than sure, that you are no where near a freak to some of the people I've met."

"R-really?"

"Mhm! now! What shall we do?"

"S-spore?"

"You have that?!" I have always ALWAYS wanted to play spore, but never had the chance nor money to get it.

"Mhm" I squealed and gave him a quick and tight hug, then stood up.

"Come on then!" He chuckled and stood up, walking over to his computer and twitching every once and a while. "h-h-hope my t-twitching d-doesn't bother y-you."

"I don't notice it really."

He smiled at me, as he turned back his computer and started up spore. "d-do want normal o-or c-creative?"

"Creative." I smiled, and he smiled back, as I pulled up another chair and sat down with him.

We took turns to make hideous, yet hilarious, creatures from the deep depths of our messed up minds. It was a TON of fun, and I feel like I really connected with Toby. There was the odd crash and yell coming from downstairs, but Toby said that it was just his Mum and Dad having an argument. He always would change the subject straight away, as if he really didn't want to talk about it. I guess I shouldn't question it. I wouldn't wanna talk about my parents arguing.

I looked down at my phone "damn is that really the time?!"

"Wh-what's the ti-time?"

"About 10 to midnight!"

"W-wow! I-I'll change in the b-bathroom, you ch-change here. L-Lock the door!"

"O-k." I smiled at him as he picked up his pj's and walked out the room, and I locked the door behind him as he requested. It didn't take too long to change, and I waited for Toby to knock and ask to come back in, but he didn't, for half an hour!

"Where the hell is he?" I ask, I was wearing my tank top (with a cute little kitten poking it's head through the 'rips' in the black shirt) and shorts. Good job I have a different pair. I put the slightly less revealing lot of pj's on, then unlocked the door and walked out. Instantly I heard yelling and loud crashes.

"What the-" I say to myself, walking towards the noise.

Bang! Crash!

What the hell is happening in there? I slowly walk down the stairs and poke my head around the corner. What I saw was a horror to me.

Lyra, crying in the corner of the room, bleeding from cuts in her legs and arms. Toby's mother, almost passed out on the floor. Toby, lying on the floor, beaten and bloodied, yet showing no signs of pain. And finally the thing that scared me most of all; Toby's father, standing over Toby, fist clenched and raised in the air, is brought down at an amazingly fast speed, down onto Toby's face, making him have a black eye.

I ran back up the stairs, trying to hold back the tears, then I run into mine and Toby's room and lock the door again. I was going to act like I saw nothing. I think this is what Toby didn't want me to know, and I need to respect that as much as possible. Even if it means that I can't help him in anyway until he knows that I know.

It took a while, but I heard a knock from outside.

"Wh-who is it?" I call out, hoping it not to be Toby's father.

"I-it's T-Toby."

I have a sigh of relief as I opened my door and let him inside. I saw the bruises and bumps on him.
"Are you ok Toby?"
"I-I fell down the s-stairs."
"Does it not hurt?"
"I-I can't f-feel p-pain"

"Thats awesome!" I say, getting into the spare bed.

"Yea, I guess it is." he replied, climbing into his own bed.

"Well goodnight." I say, plugging in my music to my ears, I cannot sleep without music.

"Night Becky." I drifted off to sleep.