You sit next to Toby in a comfortable silence, almost asleep. These last two weeks as Toby's girlfriend have been the best of your life. You can ignore all the rest of your life when he's around. You do have a lot that's stressing you out. The police are convinced that you played a part in the deaths of the cops. The trouble is, even though you were not directly responsible for their deaths, you never did anything to help them when they were getting brutally killed and you definitely aren't doing anything for them now. Strangely, you couldn't care less.
The lull in the conversation breaks as Toby sighs happily. "You can really cook, [name]." He grins, then you see the corners of his mouth turn down slightly as if remembering something sad, and he twitches.
"What is it, Toby?" you ask worriedly.
"I don't want to tell you this, but…" he trails off, then rakes his fingers through his hair. "I can't stay in this town much longer. The police are going to find me any day now and I can't afford to get caught because I might not be so lucky next time."
You feel your heart sink sadly. You knew it couldn't possibly last, but you hadn't wanted to think about it. "Where are you going next? Will I ever see you again?"
Ticci bites his lip and admits quietly, "I don't know where I'm going anymore. For the first time in my life, I don't want to leave." He hugs you tightly and whispers, "If I could, [name], I would take you with me, but I can't ask you to leave everything for me."
"Why not?" The idea hits you right between the eyes and it already has a hold of your mind.
"What?" Toby asks in confusion.
"Why can't I come with you?" you shrug and laugh bitterly. "It's not like I have a life here anyway."
Toby grins and laughs ruefully. "Good one."
"No." You shake your head, eyes wide. "I'm serious, Toby."
He cocks his head to the side and studies you critically. "If you run away with me, you would constantly be on the run from the police."
"I might as well already be on the run from them. They suspect I helped you with the murder." Your voice sounds reasonable, but you know you must be insane for even thinking this was going to work. Why am I jumping to the most extreme option first? The answer is simple. You have already tried living normally and you hate it. This is fun, and you are already addicted.
Toby's foot beats erratically against the floor. "[name], I would love to take you along, but only someone crazy would put you in so much danger."
You grin. "That's okay then, because when have you ever been sane?"
"Fine." he twitches and laughs. "You win, [name]. Just don't say I didn't warn you."
"Trust me, you won't regret this."
Two days later
You stare at your house one last time. You are glad that you are finally leaving the awful place. Ticci Toby waits for you by the newest stolen car. His hatchets gleam in the setting sun.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, [name]?"
"I've never been more ready for anything in my life." you reply with a smile.
"Then get in." Toby says. You both get into the car, and you spare a moment to kiss him before the car pulls out from the curb.
Driving away with the sun at your back, you look to your new future with no small amount of excitement. A new chapter of your life had opened. It's one with Toby in it, and undoubtedly no small amount of murder. But hey, who ever said murder wasn't fun?
I've lost my mind. What fun!
A/N: Thanks for reading this fanfic! I hope you enjoyed it. :)