A/N: Maskeh! Stahp! Breh ;-; pls... So uhh, this is where it isn't suitable for children... There's your warning.
Masky's P.O.V:
Once I was in my room, I sighed and yanked off my mask. Slamming my head against the wall,
"Why?! Why the actual fuck are we so awkward?! A-And why exactly did I think that before?!" My face turned bright red.
'Mmm, I bet he's good with his hands...'
Oh dear god... He's only fucking nineteen! But god do I like him... I smirked, lying down on my bed and unzipping my jeans, my hand wandering along my wasit. This is so wrong... But I don't give a fuck. I kill people, what isn't wrong? Plus... He's not underage, even if he was, he's not here and we don't exactly obey the law. My hand began to slip further down, my head jolting back... Let's pretend this isn't me, eh? "Oh, Toby~..." I moaned softly, beginging to pump myself gently. "Ahh~! F-Fuck... Toby~" I cried out, my hand picking up speed as the other dug into my hair. It was over far too soon for my liking. I groaned as I pulled my covers loosely over me, falling asleep instantly.
Toby's P.O.V:
I woke up to a knocking on my door. Groaning, I stumbled up and opened the door,
"Hey Jack." I yawned out, he looked away nervously. Oh, I should probably put a shirt on. "How come you're here?" I asked as I pulled on my top. He motioned to the few cans of grey paint behind him, I smiled. "C'mon in."
We were finally finished painting the room and Jack jumped up.
"Hey, be right back... I gotta get a few things." He exclaimed, running out and walking back in with a lot of stuff in his arms.
"What's all this?!" Jack chuckled and set it all down on my bed.
"I picked it up on one of my sprees... Thought you'd like 'em" There were several posters, a mirror, a radio and a cd. "The CD was mine. You can have it." I hugged him tightly,
"Thanks, Jack!" He patted my back fondly, and I got that feeling again. Once he pulled away, I saw something I hadn't noticed before... There were new bedsheets. As if he had read my mind he spoke up,
"Just in case you need a change for anything." He said in a joking tone. Huh? Is he on about me wetting the bed?! Something in me isn't saying that though...
"Hey, Toby... You in there?" An all to familar voice asked, Jack frowned.
"Well. I'll leave you to whatever you need to talk to him about. Bye, Toby." He stated, jumping out of the window.
"...Bye..."
