Thank's for reading/reviewing/following/etc you gorgeous amazing people! I really appreciate it/you! I'll try to get on a schedule and be consistent with my posting, but it wont be everyday, more like 2-3 times a week. Well let's get to the story!


Toby's POV

He was in full behaviorist mode. He watched Eliza from across the room. He didn't get it, how could he not read her. He could read anyone, it was his thing! Even Happy, well only when she put her walls down and let him in. Which she didn't do often but when she did it was worth it.

"You're staring pretty hard." Happy remarked coming up behind him.
"Someone jealous?" He raised an amused eyebrow.
She scoffed "You wish."
He did...
"It's getting pretty late, why hasn't she left yet?" Happy's tone was slightly annoyed.
Toby's eyes widen and he grinned. "Wow, someone doesn't like the girl Sylvester." He referred to the fact they were hitting it off. Good for Sly.
She glared at him, does she not realize she looks hot, he thought.
"Well, I don't understand she's like you, guarded and, look at her hands!"
He finally found something! "Callused hands from frequent friction of sorts! Plus dirt under her nails! Perhaps from building and working on mechanics!"
Happy raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously, we all need more friends."
She scoffed at friends. "I'm perfectly fine with our little family."
"Cyclone." He corrected. She was putting her walls down.
Worth It.

Before he responded Eliza shot up. "I have to go. " Then she ran out leaving Sylvester with a dumbfounded face trying to connect the dots.


Eliza's POV

They called it OCD, the shrinks , a ritual she had to do. Every day at 11:32 pm. Another "quirk", another reason to want to be normal, another reason she hated being her. It was late; she didn't know why she stayed so long with strangers. Or well people in general.

11.25pm. 7 minutes.

As she ran to her small apartment her phone was going off. One must have been her alarm, the other may be a text message , she forgot she gave her phone number to Sylvester. She ignored it. As she ran to her apartment she couldn't help but thinking why didn't she just ask one of them to drive her.

11.28pm. 4 minutes.

She ran faster , her heart was pounding , her palms sweaty.

11.30pm. 2 minutes.

She could finally see the front of her apartment . Crappy downtown LA apartment.
She ran up to her apartment , pulled out her keys and barged in.
Blue prints ,gadgets and books everywhere.

She ignored it and ran into the bathroom.

Brushed her teeth. Rinsed.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

She washed her hands. Dried them.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Turned off the light. Turned it on.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Left the bathroom and went to her books.
Open books, close them stack them.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

She looked at the clock. 11.45pm

She went to her small bedroom.

Made the bed. Unmade the bed.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

11.50pm.

Done.

She sat on her bed and looked at her phone. One message.

Sylvester: Are you okay, because the probability of you having another anxiety attack is very high.

It felt nice to have someone care, she thought.

Eliza: I'm fine, just a long day.

She didn't tell him about her rituals , she was weird enough. She set her phone down.
She needed to process the events of the day.
If she wanted to keep these "friends" (more like acquaintances) , she needed to start taking her medicine everyday.
She needed to be more normal .
Needed to stop closing herself off.
Needed to actually get out of her apartment.

Those thoughts just made her anxious, she inwardly sighed.
She needed to sleep.


Hope you guys liked the little Toby/Happy , I mean I try. Plus don't worry I know this one was short but I burnt my hand and it hurts to type. Also this chap. was basically just so you could see more into Eliza's personality. Did I do good with the OCD portrayal ? I just wanna make sure get it down correctly. Keep r/fav./following! I really appreciate it!