He looked at you, and you blushed. "Sorry.. I didn't mean it." "You didn't? Oh." You two didn't talk about it for the rest of the day. 'He totally thinks I'm a creep oh god. Oh god." "[y/n] I have to..go do something. Text me later, okay?" You nodded and sighed, walking home and laying down. 'I feel like shit..wow.' You decided to take a nap. You wake up four hours later, and turn on your television. "In other news, a couple and their three kids were brutally murdered in their house today on 729 Quilen Street. It seems they had their head bashed in by a hatchet, which was found in the child's room. We have no leads on who did it." That was close to where you live, you thought. Feeling scared you locked your door, and put on your headphones. Jamming out to [insert favourite band here] you didn't notice the figure behind you.
[Toby POV]
I put my hands over her eyes and she screamed. Did she not see me come through her window? She needs to expect me. She turned around, and hit me in the nuts. The nuts! I need those, man! "Chill, chill. It's me, Toby." She giggled "Oh sorry about you..crotchular area."
