Hey, read this, if you haven’t: http://halledean.tumblr.com/post/13393174399/im-leaving-for-a-long-time

I’d just like to add a little to that here. I tried to sort of close off this fan fiction so there’s no cliffhanger or anything, but I do plan on writing more in the future. I’ll try to write on paper when I’m at boot camp but, if I don’t do that, I’ll write more when I get back to the world of the Internet. (If any of you still care by then. haha)

Thank you all so much for reading and it made me really happy to see how many people actually enjoyed it! lol

I love you all!

-halle

“Hopefully the roads will clear up and I’ll be able to get all my stuff,” Toby said. He was recording his lazy vlog, using a nearly dead flashlight we had found to light up his face. “And hopefully the power comes back on, or we’ll be blind as soon as my battery runs out.” The phone really needed to be charged so he was trying to make the lazy vlog short so he wouldn’t use up all the battery life. “What do I mean by ‘we’?” he asked, looking over at me.

“Oh no,” I said under my breath. While he walked around the room I had been sitting on his bed so that no one would see me in the video.

“I have a girl staying in my house,” he said, grinning excitedly. “She’s from the Audience. Let’s go talk to her.” He sat next to me on the bed and adjusted the camera and flashlight so that we both appeared on the little screen. “This is Holly,” he told the Audience. “She got drunk and-“

“I did not!” I protested, but he ignored me.

“-so my mom kidnapped her and gave her to me for Christmas.”

“That’s not true either!” I laughed.

“I’m pretty sure that’s how it happened,” he said, nodding.

“You are such a liar!” I exclaimed. “I wasn’t drunk, I was sick! And your mom was just helping me.”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he said, putting his finger on my lips. “It’s more interesting in my version.” He turned his attention back to the Audience and told them, “So, she’s gonna be living with me now.”

“Until the roads clear up,” I added.

“Forever!” he corrected. “Don’t listen to her. She’s drunk.”

I laughed. “I can’t be! All we have is Pop-Tarts!”

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We were in the middle of watching a movie on Netflix when there was a power outage.

“Hey,” Toby yelled as the room went pitch black. “I was trying to watch that!” I grasped his arm tightly. “Are you okay?” he asked concernedly.

I nodded, but then realized that he couldn’t see me. “I- yeah,” I said. “I’m just a little scared of the dark.”

“It’s okay,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just the beginning of the intro of darkness then redness then whiteness.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Toby always made me feel better. “But there’s no redness or whiteness,” I pointed out.

“That happens sometimes,” he shrugged.

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Fortunately for me, I had recently posted several things that actually had nothing to do with Toby. Unfortunately, Toby didn’t stop reading after the first few posts. About halfway down the first page was a GIF of him, lying down, with his eyes blinking open. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the title of the post was, ‘It would be so amazing to wake up next to this.’

“Well, was it?” he asked cheekily, looking down at my scarlet colored face.

“Let’s go to a different website,” I mumbled.

He just laughed and scrolled further down the page. The next post he found about himself was a reblogged GIF taken from the end of the BlackBoxTV episode he’d been in. His face was all bloody and he was walking towards the camera, looking incredibly attractive, in my opinion. The original poster apparently agreed, because she had captioned the photo, ‘hothothothothot.’ The comment I had added to the photo was much worse: something along the lines of, ‘Ow, my ovaries just exploded! Toby, stop being so damn attractive.’

“Your ovaries, really?” he asked. “Sorry about that.”

“This is getting really awkward,” I said.

“Nah, this is fun,” he grinned. “Just let me look at a few more.”

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