I Remember You... (COMPLETE)

Chapter One

 I was in my bedroom with my best friend, Toby. He's more well known by his killer name, Ticci Toby. We were sitting on a blanket that was spread across my bedroom floor. The room was dressed with purple walls and a grey shag carpet. The room was adorned with tons of pictures and drawings that Toby and I put together.

We were playing on my laptop and eating silver dollar pancakes. Toby was about to take a bite of the small pancake but then he suddenly twitched, causing the pancake to fly out of his hand and smack me in the face. The syrupy pastry stuck to my face and I smiled with a twitch. "Toby, I swear to god, I'm gonna hurt you." I chuckled and peeled the pancake off my face and took a bite.

"Awe... I was going to eat that..." He sighed as he pulled down his mouthguard.

I jokingly offer him a crumb with a smile. "I mean, I'm willing to share," I said with a bright smile.

He quickly grabbed the pancake and dashed around my room, causing me to chase after him.

"TOBY GET OVER HERE NOW!!" I start to laugh as I chase him. I almost caught him, but suddenly he made a dead stop. This screeching halt caused me to run into him. We both came crashing down. I was on top of him, both of us staring at the other with wide eyes. I started to blush uncontrollably. "Um... Hi..." I say quietly with more of a blush. I felt awkward and embarrassed and wanted to get off of him, but something in my mind wasn't letting me go through with that.

"Um... h-hi..." He replied. "H-how you doing?" He asked, his face warming up to flush as bright as mine.

The moment was ruined as we heard a laugh. "THIS IS TOTALLY GOING ON FACEBOOK!!" We heard from the doorway. We were hoping that our ears were lying to us, but unfortunately they weren't. Masky was standing in the doorway with his phone pointed in our direction.

I got off of Toby and sat myself up. "Masky, I promise I'll make you cheesecake every day for a week if you don't breathe a word about this." I sighed and tried to reason with him.

"Make that two weeks of being my cheesecake slave and we've got a deal. You two have fun, and Toby, don't tear up Rags too bad. Her baking is the best." He laughed as he went on his way.

I despised that nickname. He played it off as an insult to my killer name, Rag Doll Marie. He viewed me as worthless and a bother. I'm not just trying to put words in his mouth though, I've heard it from him when he didn't know I was listening.

The only reason why he's like that is what I used to hang out with Hoodie and Masky didn't like his lack of attention. The final nail that sealed the coffin was when I started hanging out with Toby.

I flopped on the floor next to Toby and closed my eyes with a sigh. "You know good and well that he's going to blow up Facebook with those pictures. What's even worse is that he'll get a kick out of tagging us in all of them." I said with a frustrated huff.

Toby didn't respond which is odd for him. He usually always carries on conversations with me.