Hello people of Fanfiction! There is a serious -and I mean serious- lack of iJobuscus on this site. Now, I for one refuse to stand for this! So I have decided to make one myself. Yes, me. This is my first fanfiction, so keep that in mind.

Also: I would like to apologize in advance for how awfully self-obsessed I have made Mr. Buscus seem, it was not my intention, I swear, though sometimes I do get that vibe from him (but I STILL LOVE HIM I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM). I just wanted to make Toby and Justine very different, and so that is what I have done.

Okay. Read on.

Justine's POV

I let out a groan of exasperation, running my hands through my awful hair. I hate my hair. I mean, I'm thankful I have hair, but it's just terrible. It's all brown and straight and stupid. Stupid, especially. I hate me. I hate all that I have become within the last two years. I'm not even Justine. I'm just… I don't even know, honestly. I'm just a used-to-be, I guess.

What I really don't understand is how no one noticed. Maybe they got used to me being this way. Ryan never even knew Justine. Sometimes I wonder if he would even like her. I doubt it. She wasn't his type. She didn't really have a type, though. It was just whoever she fell for. And that was Toby Turner.

Now I won't say Toby is all I ever think about, because that would be a lie. I think about tons of things. Things like: What will the iPhone 20 be like? Will robots take over the world, or will there be a zombie apocalypse? Will Finding Dory be about Dory not remembering who she is, and trying to find out, therefore, she would be Finding Dory? Or will it be more like Finding Nemo, where Dory gets lost and they have to go look for her?

But still, he does cross my mind often, and when he does… Oh, wow. It's like nothing I've ever felt before every time. It never gets easier. It's like someone punching you in the stomach repeatedly. It's just painful. Really, really, painful. And I can't stop.

Toby's POV

I stood in front of my mirror, watching my reflection. I ran one hand through my hair that was already messy. Damn, I have good hair. I mean… Wow. It's all brown and curly and great. I silently thanked God for this amazing gift, because he did a good job on me, and I feel that he deserved to know that. I didn't even put product in it. It was all natural. I love it. I love me, to be completely honest.

Over the past two years I've grown to be quite a bit more douchey, but hey! At least I admit it. Old Toby was much more modest, but he also didn't get as many chicks. Well, he did have Justine, though… but who cares? Not me. I had more important things to think about. Things other than Justine. Things like: Me, me, and me.

Sure, Justine crosses my mind every once and a while, but I've learned that no matter how badly you may want something, you can't always have it. I've also learned to not mention her. Not when I see cans of Guayaki, not when the new iPhone comes out, not when I see camouflage or So So Happy jackets, and especially not when I see her. I have to ignore her. I have to pretend to not notice she's there. I have to do that because of people's reactions to it. It's always the same thing. They seem all surprised like, you still think about her? And then they inform me that it's been forever since then, like I don't know that. It makes me really mad when they say those things. Time doesn't heal everything. For example, say someone loses their leg. Two years later, has their leg grown back? No. They may have gotten some fake, robotic leg or whatever, but it's not the same. Their leg was a part of them that got taken away. They're going to get used to it being gone, but they'll still miss it every now and again. Did you ever think that maybe that's how it is with Justine? Justine is my real leg that got taken away. When I was with Olga, that was like my robotic leg. She did the job, but she didn't do it like Justine did. (No sexual innuendo there. I promise.)

But since I know not to mention Justine, I ignore the memories that come flooding back to me when I see something that reminds me of her. I don't let the thoughts get to me. I shrug them off and continue on with my not-so-new Justineless life. I force myself not to go there. I force myself to stop. It's just too dangerous.

Thanks for reading and please review :)