Kyle's tired. Very tired. He hates how Stan clings to him while he was drunk and cries all night about why Wendy keeps on breaking up with him and why it feels like something is always a missing in his life. He hates it. Because.... he's scared. He's seeing something coming out from this. Yet, he doesn't acknowledge it. He will never acknowledge it. He's already hurt enough. ....... Why? Every night, you cling to me and cry about her yet the next day your just back on her grasp all over again. You allow her to use you. You allow her to hurt you. And... In the process of hurting you, she's hurting me too. They might ask... 'Why don't you just help him? Make him get away from that Wendy? You love him right?' And I can just smile sadly while saying my number one excuse. "I'm his best friend"

Hey everyone! Long story short I'm going to be posting the Ticci Toby story on this new Wattpad account. Sorry but Wattpad wasn't able to let me back in my original account :( ______ Toby seems to have new feelings towards a new girl. She's bold, confident, and surprisingly nice. No one has been this nice since his sister. To Toby, this is his dream girl. Only problem? She's working for the police force to take him down for a recent murder he did in the woods. It doesn't help that Toby is determined to make her his and his alone. Various thoughts and desires fill his head when he's around her. How far will Toby go?