The door opened, and I was speechless.
Last time I saw him he was almost five inches shorter than me, but now he was taller than me. His emerald eyes widened as he realized who was standing at his doorstep.
"T-Toby?" I stuttered. He didn't look like the same sixteen-year-old guy, he was two years ago. He looked… Hot.
"Angie?" He asked, a shocked expression appeared on his face.
"TOBY!" My brain had just processed that HE was Toby, one of my best friends. I jumped on him, the impact knocking us both to the floor.
I had both legs on either side of his waist, and my forehead against his.
"Its really you," He mumbled, I felt his warm breath against my cheek.
I just nodded, feeling tears start to form in my eyes. I had waited for this day for the past two days.
I realized what an awkward position this was and started to get up. As I was standing up, I put my hand out, and he grabbed it, sending tingles all the way up my arm.
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling my cheeks getting pink.
"For what?" He asked, an amused tone to his voice.
"For uhh… Attacking you?" I replied, unsurely. What is wrong with me? Why am I so nervous around him?
"Its okay," He chucked, "So what are you doing here so late?"
" The house, it… Its too much like him. I…" I said trying to explain how it reminded me of my uncle.
"Oh." He said giving me a worried glance, "And you wanted to stay here,"
"You know me too well," I smiled.
"Yepp," He smiled, showing off his perfect teeth, "but my house only has one bed, so.." He said trailing off.
"Well, I don't mind, we've been friends since like forever." I said, not wanting to go back to my scary old house.