Hey guys! This is basically the second half of what the last chapter was. I think I might write the wedding for next time. I think it might be time. Let me know what you think. Tell me what you want me to write. Also, check out the oneshot I wrote about Fractured. It is basically how I imagined everything played out for Toby and Happy. Thanks for reading,

-Aislin

Our Story part 2:

(In which Aislin continues to rant about Quintis)

"How the hell did you not get together right after that? You had a date," Lauren complained.

"We didn't have a date," Toby murmured.

"He missed it," Happy explained shooting a glare in Toby's direction.

"And you'll never let me forget it," He complained.

"Not as long as you're alive," She smiled.

"How the hell did you miss a first date with a person you love?" The wedding planner was clearly outrage.

"That doesn't really matter," Toby dismissed. "What matters is how I came back from it."

"By being a persistent asshole?" Happy questioned.

"By being a persistent asshole," he confirmed. "I knew it would take alot of fix what I had messed up, and I was willing to put that effort in."

"Effort? You tried to hire a singer," She pointed out skeptically.

"You tried to maim the singer," he retorted.

"If I was trying he would've been maimed," She stated as if it were obvious.

"I know, so, anyway, Walter nearly died," He continued the story. "Which is pretty normal."

"You people are weird," Lauren shook her head.

"Yeah, Walter ended up in the hospital. Paige wanted to stay with him, so Happy offered to babysit. And, another miracle, she asked me to babysit Ralph with her. Nothing happened, but it helped us rekindle our friendship. I didn't push it.

"And then, after none of us had seen each other all summer, Happy and I saw each other again, but this time I had stopped silent about how I felt. I was pretty desperate. I brought it up every chance I got. I compared myself to mold."

"To a rare and delightful fungus," she specified. "Why did you think that would be the metaphor to make me love you?"

"I think it's the perfect metaphor because at first you didn't like me, but then I grew on you. And eventually you realized just how lovely and special I really was," He explained.

"I think it's cute," Lauren offered.

"I thought it was accurate but gross," Happy corrected.

"So, yeah, I was persistent and annoying, and Happy seemed to like me less and less by the day. Clearly this wasn't working, and then one day she was going to die, as per usual, and I had a conversation with her dad. He basically told me I should back off and let her come on her own. I took his advice."

"Barely," she scoffed. "You bought me that dollhouse to work on with you."

"Ah, ah, ah, my love," He chastised. She rolled her eyes but didn't stop him. "As friends. It was something that we could do as friends, and I mean maybe it would even make you like me more. It didn't work that well. She started hanging out with a guy named Chet."

"Maybe we should leave this part out, Doc," Happy started to complain.

"No, no, I'm sure Lauren here would love to know," Toby teased.

"I'm sure she would, but that doesn't mean you won't be physically hurt if you tell her," She threatened.

"I am always willing to take that risk," He laughed. "Anyway, so I thought this Chet guy was her boyfriend. Which seriously bothered me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I started boxing."

"Which he was very bad at," Happy chuckled to herself.

"You weren't even there," He complained. "Anyway, so I was going through all these stages of grief, according to Cabe and Sly, so I decided to follow her that night. It was just to see she was happy. That's all I needed to know."

"But he wasn't my boyfriend," She amended.

"She was performing at a comedy club. The only person she made laugh was Sly," He added. She sent a glare in his direction, but he continued to talk. "I knew she was replacing the risk that came along with dating me. In her own way, she was grieving. I knew she still cared, but I stopped going after her."

"He wanted me to come to my own conclusions," She decoded.

"I wanted it to grow into a mighty love oak, but I wasn't going to force her," He sighed. "Worked out in my favor though. Couple weeks later she slow dances with me to make me feel better. Few weeks after that she kisses me again. Couple weeks after that she nearly dies in the snow, and I make sure she doesn't. She asks me to share a tent with her. Then she pays a child to look after me, and admits she is falling in love with(even though she said it was gross, but you know I'll take what I can get). It all worked out, and here we are."

"That's adorable," The wedding planner gushed. You'd think she would get used to all this mushy stuff, but here she was.

"I don't like the word adorable," Happy complained.

"I'm so tired, Happy," He complained placing his head on her shoulder. "I've been talking for like an hour. Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna drive," She announced.

"I am suddenly very awake, and ready to drive the both of us," He jolted upright. As much as he trusted her, he didn't particularly want to subject himself to her driving.

"Doc, you should give me more credit," She complained. "I am not a bad driver."

"I'm not saying you're a bad driver, just reckless," He argued. "And also I really don't want to die before we get married."

"What if I promise you I'll drive the speed limit?" She asked.

"I bet you 30 bucks you won't," He gambled.

"You're on." That's the thing about stories. They just keep going.