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"Juliet!" Charlotte exclaims, wrapping her arms around me.
I struggle against her tight embrace, but, alas, she's a lot taller than me. Another, smaller pair of arms appear around me, and then are gone again. She's probably going to harass Toby now...
Yup.
Hit it right on the spot.
"Tobuscus!" Narina squeals, tugging on his wrist.
I mouth, "sorry" to him, and he gives a half grimace, half smile back at me.
I glance at Charlotte- signalling, "stop her!" but Charlotte just smiles and shakes her head, her pin straight hair tossing over her slim, purple clothed shoulder.
I sigh, and follow her from the cream coloured hallways, into a slightly darker themed lounge room.
Phil, my brother-in-law, is lounging on the couch, well, more... laying on it, his straight black hair messed over the over stuffed, dusty magenta colour. A laptop is propped up in his lap, and I see Tumblr, though Twitter and YouTube are open in different tabs.
I have no idea where Narina's taken Toby, but I figure I can live a few minutes without his presence.
Charlotte takes one glance at her comfortable, indifferent husband and turns to the kitchen.
Damn I hope she's got jelly.
She gestures to the kitchen stool set up against the bench; I slide onto it as she crosses to sit across from me. "Oh, sorry about the mess," she says, gesturing around herself. Seems tidy to me. "My friend Amy was here earlier- heh." she shrugs with a lighthearted grin. And then her face turns serious. "So," she says. "Where have you been? I went to visit you a week ago, but when I knocked there was no answer. I guessed you were out, but you left your door unlocked and your place looked pretty messed up. And I don't think you've been picking up drunk hot guys recently." she paused awkwardly and continued. " There were clothes and books and videogame and CD covers everywhere," Charlotte grimaces.
"Well," I pause. Should I edit the story, or give it straight to her? I'm not one for pointlessly beating around the bush to hand it nicely, so I go right to, "This guy stole my keys and tried to kidnap me."
"What?!" Charlotte screeches, her palms slamming down on the counter and standing up immediately, looking thoroughly alarmed.
Phil's voice drifts from the next room: "Honey? You alright?"
He still has his england-y accent, even though he's been living in LA for some time now.
"Yeah, I'm fine," says Charlotte pointedly.
She sits down again, and impatiently shifts her hair with a free hand to cover her other shoulder.
"So, care to explain that better?"
Not really, I think, but I do anyway.
"I was just chilling around town," she raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Gosh, Juliet, outside? Why! What a rare occurence! Simply astonishing! Are you sure it truly happened?
YES.
"And there was this huge crowd. I got tripped over a lot. I'm guessing one of the people I tripped over was the kidnapper," I shrug, "and when I got back to my apartment, I realised that I didn't have my keys. Then I turned around, and then this guy was standing there. He gave me a very rape-y smile," Charlotte tutted under her breath, "child in this house!" but I ignored her. "So I started running down these stairs and he followed. I got outside alright, but he did, too. He's real fit- muscles bulging out everywhere. Kind of weird, really. And you know me- the most exercise I do is walking to the shops! He caught up very quickly, and he started hitting and kicking me and stuff. It really hurt," I recall. Charlotte pulls a face, 'don't need to know that', kind of face, but, again, I ignore her. "But I refused to be taken like all of those other girls, and he got tired after a while. He just stomped on my ankle, told me he'd steal from my apartment, and left me there." I stop talking, remembering that awful experience. One that I hope to never go through again. Ever. The nightmares are enough, thanks.
"What happened after that?" Charlotte asks, when the pause becomes too long for her liking.
"Oh. Well, I started calling for help- trying to, anyway, my throat hurt like a bitch," Charlotte again tutted about the 9 year old daughter of hers "and Toby heard me. So he found me, and he helped me get out of the alley and onto the edge of the street." Charlotte has a weird look on her face: I decipher it correctly with my answer of, "Yeah, I know, not a very romantic introduction, was it?" she shakes her head mutely, upper lip curled into a grimace still.
"Anyway, he called Jack and then Jack drove Toby and I back to Toby's, and I passed out on the couch. I've been too freaked out to try and go back to my apartment since then. So, all in all, I've been at Toby's for the past few months." I conclude, and Charlotte gives a strange nod.
She opens her mouth to speak, but then Narina bursts into the kitchen, her dandelion yellow socks slipping over the polished tiles.
"Hey, sweetie," says Charlotte. Narina regains her balance, her dark hair spilling over her face, and then looks up and grins.
"I got to meet Tobuscus." she states, pleased. She bounds up to her mother and boosts into the seat beside her, the delighted expression still glazed over her features.
"Where is Toby?" I ask. I turn my head to regard the door leading to the rest of the house.
"Talking to daddy," says Narina, and I slip off of my seat and stalk to the lounge room.
They don't notice me as I slip into the room. They're talking about something- YouTube? Fanfiction? I don't really care.
So I sink into a sitting position behind the back of the couch and settle into the carpet, not even listening to their talk, more to their voices.
Their voices are very different, though both are speaking in earnest.
I curl my fingers into the fluffy carpet and focus on kneading the fluffy material that is used for feet to step on.
I'm not sure how long I stay seated on the floor, but eventually Toby realises I'm chillin' there.
"Hey, Juliet," he says, grinning over the side of the couch. Phil goes back to internetting. The only lovin' he can stand is him and Charlotte, apparently. Pfft. I KNOW THEY'VE DONE THE DEED. Wait that's weird.
"Hey, Toby," I say, grinning back up at him, my head tilted backwards. "What time is it?" I ask. I don't have a watch, and I'm too lazy to prize my phone out of my pocket right at this moment.
"Ah, it's... 3:00 PM." says Toby, his fingers curled around his own phone.
"Should we get going then?"
Phil, absorbed in the world of Tumblr, ignores us.
Toby nods thoughtfully, "yeah, I guess so."
And I'm on my feet.
"See ya Charlotte! Bye Phil," and since Narina is in her room, internetting, I presume, I holler, "SEE YA NARINA!"
"Bye!" calls back a small voice.
Charlotte says loudly, "whatever," from in the kitchen (holy shit I smell lasagna) and Phil says, "Goodbye!"
So we leave.
"Oh sheesh it's cold," I complain, as we step outside of Charlotte's tidy house, onto the pale stepping stones lining the way to her front door, and Toby doesn't disagree.
"It'll be summer soon," he says.
I mean, sure, there are no clouds hovering in the skies, and it's mostly just the chilling wind, but it's freezing!
* * * THEY DRIVE BACK TO THEIR OWN HOUSE BECAUSE THEY HAVE ONE THEY'RE NOT HOBOS WITH GOLDEN BOXES (...Indeed...) * * *
"So, what're we going to do now?" I ask. Toby flops onto the couch- Gryphon barks and nimbly jumps off of it, and settles in his cushion thing.
I sink down onto the couch beside my boyfriend (omfg I can actually use that word for him now omg yey) and lean my head against his shoulder.
He looks down at me with a wry smile.
"I dunno," he would shrug, but then that'd dislodge my head, and we don't want that, do we?
"We could play minecraft, or something scary," I suggest, though that's not really on my mind right now.
"Yeah, we could do that," says Toby, "or we could do this..." and he cups his hand around my cheek, leans down, and kisses me gently.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
I wrap my arms up around his neck while I kiss him back and just go with the flow.
One of his hands finds the small of my back, and it settles there to support me as we move against each other.
Intense.
If I could see the future, I'd probably have tried to slow this down.
But I can't, and so Toby picks me up and we start going in the general direction of our bedroom, our lips never breaking contact, my arms still around his neck, his hands at my waist/hips.
Can I please put in here, that even though I'm 27 (turning 28 soon!) I'm a virgin? (shocker right?) And we're going to the BEDROOM?
WHERE THERE'S A BED?!
AND SEXY TIMES USUALLY HAPPEN ON A BED?!
Lemme just say... Oh god, I hope Toby's got a condom.
* * * le sexy times have passed and stuff because I'm not here to write erotica for you guys. Let's just's get that out of the way. OK. We're good. Actually, some of you probably wanna kill me for not writing detailed sexy times. But... I'M HERE FOR THE LOVE, EMOTIONAL, NOT PHYSICAL LOVE, MAN! And also I'd have to change the rating to M if I did that. And I'm too lazy to go around changing things. * * *
Toby's POV
Okay, we've been dating for a while now.
And I thought the time was ripe to speed things up.
And Juliet didn't protest, did she? Actually, I don't think she could've if she wanted to, because her mouth was busy, y'know, NOT TALKING, more kissing, but that's beside the point.
No, she did not protest. So I took her to the bedroom and stuff happened, because it's a bedroom, and we were making out.
That's fine. I was expecting a lot of things, but I was NOT expecting her to be a virgin.
That kind of surprised me when she paused to say that, and made me promise to be gentle.
But all in all, I'm just going to say... We both seemed pretty satisfied when we untangled from each other and went elsewhere. Juliet seemed a bit... wtf omg wat for a few hours, and I rightly guessed that there would be more sex jokes/innuendoes in her videos, but I'm sure her subscribers would eat that right up without a second thought.
I'm not really sure how to continue with this, but... I think I'm in love with Juliet. Before it was serious, LIKE LIKE LOTS LOTS.
But I think I love her. And that's good, isn't it?
Also I found out that she really likes neck kisses too, which is nice.
Okay. I'm out. Literally. I'm going to sleep now. Okay.
Juliet's POV
Toby's sleeping in the other room. I'm leaning my head against the keyboard.
Did I seriously just ... do stuff... with Toby?
I know I'm usually a pumped up, confident-ish person, but I guess I never factored sex into that.
So apparently I'm really, really shy and blushy in bed.
But I don't think my subbies can tell that!
MWAHAHAH
So I decide to play Witch's House (I keep hearing Toby yelping and making weird noises when he's playing it, and it sounds scary!).
I start up the webcam, which Toby taught me how to do, and click the tab I've already set up with Witch's House.
"Oh, hey, this game makes Toby shriek like a girl who realises that she's bleeding somewhere strange, so I decided to play it, to see if my shrieks rival Toby's. LET'S DO THIS."
I start to play the game and am not disappointed.
I'm so caught up in it I play for a nice 27 minutes.
It's a truly amazing game, I can safely say.
And I've named the black cat Sebastian.
Awww yissss
"Yo," I say, putting Sebastian's voice into use. I've made him a sassy gay cat who wants to be more gangsta.
"Yeah, what's up, Sebastian?" I ask, normal voice.
I make the character walk away to a different room.
"FINE, JUST WALK AWAY FROM ME!" I make Sebastian wail.
After something involving bear limbs, I go back to Sebastian.
"Hey Sebby- OH SHIT BEAR RUN FUCKER RUUUNNNN!" I bellow.
I make it safely away from the bear.
Then, after a pause, "... Oh fuck he ate Sebastian."
SEBASTIANNN! ;_;
I say, obviously grieving, "Sebastian will be missed... as will I until I upload again. HAHAHHAHAHAHAhA SEE YA SUCKERS!"
Done.
Good.
I am now completely at ease and sated and satisfied and content.
Apart from the tracker in my arm (the surgery is in a week and a half), and the disturbingly realistic nightmares that never let me rest, I'm very happy. So I settle down comfortably into the chair and watch some YouTube videos myself.
I need to get more in touch with the YouTube world, I think, and Tumblr and all the other good stuffs, and fandoms and the like.
I run one hand through my crazy curls and slump over the desk.
After quite a few videos, I'm actually getting really tired. It's only 5:00, though, so I'll set up an alarm for 8:00, because Sean Klitzner and Shane Dawson are coming around at 9:30, just to chill with Toby and stuff.
Yeah.
I trudge to the bed and flop under the covers, curling up to Toby's still sleeping form. Even in his sleep, his arms tighten around me when I nudge into them.
Smiling faintly, I fall asleep with my head on his chest.
Haahahahahaha Toby and Juliet had sex.
I don't know why I find that so funny.
AND Kayla- hueheuehueheuh. Golden boxes... Indeed...
Also congrats Amy and Charlie! *applauds wildly*
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