Memories in the Rain

[Lady Tatsh]

I'll post all the chapters here.
First person to compare my story to some fanfic gets shanked. Srsly, I know where you all live.



"And that concludes today's lesson, any questions?" No replies are heard, save for the snores of the room's occupants.

I hastily scribbled the remainder of the boards contents into my notebook. The bell rang and the other students snapped to attention, gathering there supplies and hurrying out the door. It was Friday and that meant nearly everyone in school had plans of some sort. A party, a date... some social event.

As for me, I had work. I admit I'm not the only guy in school that works on the weekends, but I consider myself one of the unlucky ones that works every weekend just to make ends meet.

I'm a senior this year. That means I've been bogged down with loads of AP homework to graduate and get into a good college. Of course, I have to earn money to get into said college. But then I have to spend most of my paycheck just to survive.

A vicious cycle that is driving me insane.

I shove my notebook into my pack and head for the door.

"Mr. Jacobs?"

Almost made it there unscathed. Keyword: Almost.

I turn and head back to Mrs. Callahan's desk, dreading it every step of the way. Being called to the teacher's desk after school was never a good thing for me.

"Toby, about your last test..." I flinch, I didn't study for the last test because I was working overtime to make last months rent.

"I failed, didn't I?" Somehow, she smiles at my negativity.

"Actually, you nearly aced it. I was surprised that you made the top score in the class!" She smiles warmly. Well, not as bad as I thought it would be...

"Any way, I wanted to know if you were interested in our volunteer tutoring program; It'll look great when you apply for college!"

I grimaced. I didn't mind sharing my abilities with other students. I did, however, mind sharing them with someone who'd rather shove me into a locker.

"I'll think about it." No, I won't.

I rush from the class to my locker then to where the buses usually sit. They're still there. Good.

"Hey there, Toby-pie!" I wince. No one called me that unless I'm about to...

I'm getting dragged to the alley behind the school by snickering guys in leather. It's been like this a lot lately. Terrance and his other friends took pride in beating the crap out of people like me. Something goes wrong in their life and it's like, 'Let's go find our Toby-pie and beat the hell outta him to make ourselves feel big and strong!'

Oh yeah, that works.

I sigh, and I get a kick in the stomach. It's almost sad how the administrators turn a blind eye at this bully problem at school. I lie still as the beatings continue. I know if I fight back it will only come down harder. I've learned that many years ago.

I momentarily block the outside world and dive into my own mind. It's peaceful here, and comfortably numb.

After a few minutes of mind-peace, I force myself back to reality. Back to the pain and the sight of Terrance and his friends running off and laughing jovially.

It has started to rain. I know this, since the concrete I'm laying on is damp. The buses have gone, and the normal traffic of the city has returned to normal. My breathing is coming in short huffs and I know I bruised something important in my abdominal area.

I don't have the motivation to move right now, it hurts too much.

I'm used to this... It's not so bad... right?

I'll have to ride the city bus home today. It's not terribly far, but I have to get up first and that's gonna hurt.

The bus comes at 2:45... I glance at my watch, 2:48.

"Well... crap...." I stand up, and make my way over to the bus stop. The next one won't be here for another hour. I live too far from the school to make it in that time. I decide on waiting and sit on the soggy bench.

See why I avoid socializing? It only causes problems.


The hour passed about three hours ago.

It's beginning to get dark and I'm still sitting, nodding in and out of sleep. The rain is now coming down in torrents, and the leaky roofing of the bus bench is doing little to protect me from it. I don't know how long I've been sitting there, bundled up the best I can in my windbreaker. Gee, wouldn't it have been easier to just walk home? But of course, I had to have confidence in the city's transportation service. Wonderful day to sit on a bus bench, right? If I ever hear anyone say that, I'd sock them, in spite of my passiveness.

I suppose I'm more of the passive-aggressive type. Usually timid but getting moodier by the minute. People were avoiding me too, even the homeless ones. Must be the black eye and scabbed over lip. Probably looks like I just got out of a street fight...

Technically I did, but it was one-sided.

I shiver hard as a chill runs down my spine. A car speeds by, splashing more water on me. Perfect, now my body is equally soaked on all ends. I growl inwardly, standing to stretch my legs. I wish I could afford a decent umbrella, not one that would turn itself inside-out when the wind blows the wrong way.

Sighing, I sit back down. I'd have to wait for the bus for sure now. The neighborhood I live in is rundown, full of bad folk that could easily mug me or worse. The mugging part wouldn't be so bad, but since I don't have much money it'd probably 'or worse'.

A car pulls up to the bus stop, sleek and black. Most likely whoever owns it was some old business man on his way home from work. Great, am I being picked up? The window rolls down and a voice speaks. "The bus wrecked a few block back, it'll be a while." More good news! Huzzah...

"Fantastic, send the coroner my way will ya?" I shiver again, and I can't feel my nose anymore. Looks like I'm walking anyway.

"Hey, do you want a ride?" The voice didn't sound old, just mature with a bit of a playful tone. Yep, being picked up...

I make the best excuse I can. "I'll ruin the inside of your car." Well, it was better than 'Mommy said I can't take rides from strangers.'

The voice chuckled, "Leather, don't worry."

Excuses aside, I'm too cold to care.

The passengers lock clicks, and the door opens. I sink into the leather seat and shut it. "Thanks." I mutter, letting the warm air lull me further towards sleep.

"No problem." I glance over to my 'savior'. Silver hair to mid-shoulder and pale blue eyes. He's young, maybe a year older than my eighteen years. How and why he wears his hair that length and color I don't bother asking.

"I'm Rolan, what's your name?" He asks with a smile, a brilliant smile.

I hesitate, "Um, I'm Toby..." I offer a semi-smile, the best I can give with my nervousness.

"Okay, Toby, where're you headed?"

I yawn, "Take me home, please." And drift to sleep in the warmth of the car.

~*~

He fell asleep before I could figure out where he lives. I wonder how long he’d been standing at that bus stop, and how he was going to get home if I hadn’t decided to drive him home. Judging from the area he was in, he probably came from school. That ended almost four hours ago. He doesn’t look too much younger than me, maybe sixteen or seventeen. Gorgeous green eyes, and shagged brown hair. He has a black eye and bloodied lip. Guess he’s not exactly the most popular kid at school. I don’t need to be a med student to figure that.

I had taken a detour to avoid the bus wreck, but I guess after that I just kept taking the long route home. Driving seems to calm me after a long day of classes and the teachers getting paid not to argue with me. Not that I’m argumentative.

What made me pick him up was an entirely different story that I’ve yet to figure out. It was almost like something said, “Rolan Sanders pick up that beat up boy and give him a ride home!” Or not, either way, I was compelled to do so.

He said to take him home, but I don’t know where home is. He doesn’t look like he's about to wake up either.

“Looks like I’ve got a temporarily homeless puppy to take care of.” I say aloud, settling on taking him back to my place for now.

I just hope I’m not getting myself into any messes I can't clean up.

"...mmn..." He mumbles something in his sleep, I'm not sure what he's saying though. I turn the radio down as it begins to blast some sort of dance music. Toby continues to mutter.

"So this kid is the type to talk in his sleep?" I take note out loud. He looks so small in my oversized leather seat. Granted I look rather small myself, but he looks almost fragile.

I smile as he rolls over in his sleep.


More when I have time.

[Lady Tatsh]

I had time.


It's warm...

I know for a fact that my heater doesn't work all that often at my apartment, maybe it decided to work today... or the building could be on fire. That's a possibility too.

I jerk myself awake as the image of flaming hell flashes across my senses. What I see is more like heaven; everything is clean and bright, nothing like my hovel of a home. Heaven indeed, I must've died there on the bench. That Rolan guy must’ve been an angel sent to take me away.

What am I thinking? If I was dead and in heaven, my face wouldn't be hurting. Too bad, I'm getting sick of getting beat up. Tough luck, I'm stuck living for now.

"You never specified where 'home' was." The statement follows a chuckle. Rolan comes in with two steaming mugs of... hot chocolate judging from the scent. It's dark outside and I notice that I've been stripped down to my black shirt and boxers. I blush madly, I must've been soaked more than I thought. Fortunately my boxers and shirt are well hidden by the thick blanket. I don't want Rolan to notice how skinny I am, it might give him ideas. Skinny usually means defenseless. I didn't need to be attacked in anyway right now; I can't afford hospital bills; not to mention my intense hate of doctors/nurses/medical equipment. For what basis I think he would attack me is... well... just my paranoia, I guess.

"Would you like something to eat? You look hungry..." Rolan looks at me with a concerned face, his eyes pass over my thin arms. I can't help but blush, from embarrassment and anger. The fact I can't afford to over indulge myself with a lot of food isn't my fault really. I should take his offer, but it seems like he's was also giving me food out of pity of my poor state. I decide to decline...

My stomach growls. My blush deepens Rolan chuckles softly, obviously trying to be polite. Rich snob. I have no choice. Saying I'm not hungry now would seem beligerent. I nod slightly.

"Any preferences? Allergies? General disliking to certain foods?"

I shake my head no. "Just nothing overly sweet... Gives me a stomach-ache."

Rolan smiles, "Is leftover Chinese okay? I'm not hungry, so you can have the rest. I ordered while you slept."

I blinked, "What time is it?" I asked, I thought I slept more than an hour, but upon further inspection of the room, I see that the clock says it's well past midnight. ****, I missed work. Katherine probably freaked out and thought I passed out at home or something. She worries too much. Though she'd probably is more like a mother figure than an employer. I'm thankful for that.

In all my thinking I barely notice that Rolan had left for the kitchen and retrieved the food; a carton of white rice and a plate of sweet and sour chicken. I can feel myself salivating.

"I know you're probably in a hurry to get home, but I'm afraid that it's dangerous to drive late at night in this weather." I'm stuck, great. I guess it isn't that bad; the couch is comfortable. Very cushy, is this couch. I shall call it Cushy.

I must be really hungry, I'm naming inanimate objects. "Don't be shy, dig in." I do so, enjoying every morsel. I contemplate licking the plate, but avoid it since I'm in the presence of a posh prince. Once again, rich snob. Well, maybe not snob, but still richer than I'll ever be.

I feel tired again, it must be because it's so warm inside here, and the blanket is no help. "Tired?" Rolan asks. I wonder if he can read my mind. Or is it that my actions show my mood more than I let off?

"Sorta, I'm sorry that I fell asleep. I bet you don't like having complete strangers in your home." I want to add the word 'poor', but I don't want him to know that.

"Don't worry about that, it's nice to see someone other than housekeeping."

I look up at him, "Don't your parents live here?"

"No."

"Are they alive?"

"And well, thank you." He chuckled and smiled. I wanted to say 'You're lucky, I have no family or friends and I live alone in a dirty-hole-in-the-wall apartment.' But of course, I don't want some random to guy know that, even if he did help me. "I live alone, by choice. My father lives over seas in England. You'd never know it, but I'm not born and bred American." He doesn't have an accent at all, surprising.

"Go to sleep, you can leave in the morning, okay?" I nod, why is he so nice to me? Usually people like him aren't so compassionate about random people on the street. If I'm supposed to be a charity case or something, I'm going kill someone... brutally and with a spork.

I yawn and he smiles, "How old are you anyway?" I blink, why ask that?

"I'm 18... You?"

He's looking at me in disbelief. "Really? You look younger than that; I thought you were 16 at the most. You look so young... I'm 19." I pout, and the feeling that Rolan is some sort of pedophile runs through my head. I lie down and bury myself in the blanket. I fake sleep until Rolan gets the point, smiles, and turns off the lamps. As the room goes dark, I drift off.

Sleep never comes peacefully, not for me.

~*~

He looks innocent in his sleep, I can't help but smile. I'm glad that it is now Saturday; I'll be
able to sleep in a bit. I just hope that Toby tells me he's leaving before he decides to go. I know little of him, but I know that he's not bad. I don't know why, I just know for some reason. I settle on going to bed myself.

I stare at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not used to having other people in the house. I can never sleep when cleaning crew is in the apartment. It just makes me nervous. I'll have to get over it eventually, but still...

Toby, he seems different than other's his age. So quiet, not willing to talk to people. Something in his eyes shows a pain that can't be explained by me. He didn't ask to call his parents or any relative. Does he not care? Or does he live alone? I sigh, I’ll probably never see him again after tonight. The thought saddens me.

I hear screaming.

I lurch myself out of my musings and run to the living room. The room is dark, but I can make out a shadow moving among the dim lighting window. I flip the light switch and I see Toby thrashing under the thick blanket. He's screaming, a pained expression covers his face. I panic, is he having a nightmare?

"Toby! Toby, wake up!" I rush over and attempt to wake him. I shake him while trying to restrain him. Finally he stops screaming and I manage to wake him. "Toby, get a hold of yourself!" He's crying, no... sobbing, muttering something of doctors and needles. "Toby?" Out of nowhere, he grabs hold of me, crying into my chest. Does he realize what he's doing?

I feel a wrench at my heart. Is this part of the pain he has in his eyes?

He stops crying, a deep red across his cheeks. He pushes away from me suddenly. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean—"

"Don't be sorry... Are you okay? You had a nightmare, right?" He nods, crossing the floor to the closet and reaching for his clothing and coat. He’s shaken from the nightmare, but seems to be more embarrassed at the fact that he was holding onto me.

"You're not leaving are you?"

"I've invaded your space long enough." I frown. He quickly dresses into his semi-damp clothes and zips his coat. "I appreciate the ride, but I better get home." He pauses, reaching into his coat pocket and retrieving a card. He holds it out to me. "If you want, I'll give you some of Kathy's soup if you come after six. It's all the thanks I can give." I take the card.

"Do you want a ride—?"

"No...! I'll take the bus." He waves, and hurries out the door.

I sigh. Well at least I'll see him again, right?

[Lady Tatsh]

And again... -sigh-





It’s mid-afternoon. After catching a few hours of sleep at home, I decide to head for the diner to try and explain myself. I know Kathy won't be angry, but worried sick that I wasn’t at work last night. She’s like the only family I have, since my aunt and uncle kicked me out. The thought makes me depressed, so I quickly wipe it away.

I open the door to ‘Max’s Diner’. The reason it’s called ‘Max’s’ is because Kathy’s husband was Max, but he passed away from cancer some time ago. Kathy is the owner now. I head for the counter, and make it halfway there. “TOBY!” Kathy pulls me into a forced hug, and I collide with her bosom. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did you have another seizure? Did you get kidnapped?”

I push her off before she could spout more questions. The entire diner was staring at us. “To answer your questions: Fine, no, no, and hell no!” She looks somewhat hurt, but unfazed.

“Oh, Toby! You know I worry about you when you don’t come into work. You don’t have a phone and you didn’t tell us you wouldn’t show! I was worried that you had another attack!” She scolds me.

I sigh, taking my apron off the hook, I have kitchen duty today. I look to the chalkboard at the front end of the diner. It reads “Today’s special is Hamburger Soup!” One of my favorites, but it takes a hell of a lot of work to make. I head to the kitchen where Rhea is.

“Well look who decided to show up!” Rhea smirks, laying the ladle next to the pot of tomato soup. I frown, Rhea likes to joke around... And pair me up with men. I shudder inwardly.

“Nice to see you too, Rhea. What’s my job today?”

She points over to the bubble filled sink. “Kathy claimed dish duty for you. Get on it, will ya?” I hate dish duty, Kathy looses two points. To make it worse, they’ve been sitting in the sink since last night. Ew.

I look out to the dining room; it’s almost empty. After the lunch hour, but before the dinner rush; My favorite time to be in the kitchen. I can take my time and cook properly... or in this case wash properly. I hear the bell on the door chime, signifying we have a customer.

Kathy, who was previously occupied by washing the counter, offered a hello to the only customer. “Welcome to Max’s—" She stops mid-sentence and I peek out of the kitchen window to see her staring at a boy with silver hair.

Oh my God, he didn’t actually...!

“Is Toby here?” I duck behind the window; I gave him the card thinking he’d drop in sometime. I didn’t think he’d come the next day!

“Here’s Tobykins!” Giggling, Rhea grabs my shoulder and drags me into view. Rolan looks at me with an amused look; I blush redder than the soup Rhea is cooking. “Hello Toby, feeling better?” He smiles and waves. I must look like a fool. Wait, why do I care?

Kathy, sensing my discomfort, speaks to him. “You must be a friend of Toby’s. Would you like something to eat?” Rolan nods politely and looks at the menu placed in front of him. I wait for him to look at me again, but Rhea drags me down behind the counter again.

“So?” She whispers, as if she is about to spill the biggest secret in the world.

“So... what?” I play dumb. She hits me over the head with a clean ladle.

“Who is he? You always express passionately that you hate rich people!”

I blink, “How do you know he’s rich?” Another bonk on the head.

“Are you daft? Look at his clothes! He’s loaded! How do you know him?”

I hesitated, what would she think of the situation? I wing it. “I missed the bus home and he offered me a ride. I told him if he wanted any thanks to come here.”

“WHAT?!” She wails all too loudly, I do my best to hush her. She breaks into a fit of giggles, “Oh my God! You like him don’t you?”

Tomato red again. “I-I do not! He just helped me that’s all!” I try to keep my voice down to a minimum, I don’t want him to hear mine and Rhea’s raving.

Kathy leans in through the window and looks down at us. She laughs and orders a bowl of Hamburger Soup for Rolan.

I continue my dish duty, ducking as I pass the window. I don’t want him to see me, the working class, blushing with butterflies.


~*~


“So how do you know Toby?” I look up from the dessert menu and at the proprietor of the business.

I blink then smile, “I gave him a ride home yesterday; He missed the bus and fell asleep in my car.” I paused, “Does he normally have nightmares about doctors?” The woman looks at me with a strange look that said ‘How did you know?’. “You see, I didn’t know where he lived after he fell asleep in my car, so I took him back to my house. He had a nightmare there.”

She gave a sigh of understanding and explained. “Toby has a great fear of doctors and hospitals. He went there once and... Well... you know.” I really don’t know, but I nod as if I do. “I’m glad that someone so nice took him home. Toby doesn’t live in a very nice neighborhood. He get’s more than his share of beatings from the locals.” I sit and wonder why someone like Toby deserved to be beaten on a regular basis. He doesn’t seem like the trouble maker type to me.

From the kitchen window I see a pair of male hands reach up and set a tray with a large bowl of soup on the windowsill. “Order up.” Toby states without being seen. I chuckle, he must be nervous. The woman smiles and brings the bowl of soup from the sill to the counter where I sit.

It smells delicious. It consists of Tomato soup, potatoes, cheese, and hamburger meat. Almost like a burger in soup form. I take a sip and notice Toby and another girl peeking over the sill. I smile and wave. Toby vanishes almost instantly, the girl giggles. I wonder what has him so jumpy.

“Ma’am, does Toby live alone?” The woman turns to face me, almost startled.

“Well, yes. He lives in an apartment on the other side of town. Why?”

“He never called home to tell anyone where he was. So I just wondered.” She nods solemnly. Looking to the window again, Toby vanishes.

The bell at the door rings and another, more mature looking man walks in. “Hello Chase.” The woman greets then turns to the window. “Chase is here Toby, you can go now.” I peeked out the outer windows and notice the sun setting. I must’ve stayed longer than expected. Other patrons soon filed in after him.

I decide to take my leave. “How much do I owe you Ma’am?”

She looks to me, surprised. “It’s Kathy, and it’s on the house. Consider it thanks for helping Toby.” She smiles warmly; I leave a tip for the service and head outside.

Toby walks out the door soon after, wrapped in a windbreaker and scarf. He seems surprised when he sees me. “Would you mind if I walk you home?” He looks to me in utter shock, and then looks around my shoulder.

“Where’s your car?”

“I walked. This restaurant isn’t very far from my school.”

He blinks, “What do you go to school for?”

“Neurology.” He pales visibly. I chuckle. “Don’t worry; I’m not going to experiment on you or anything. Kathy said you hated doctors.” He frowns, and heads in the general direction of the slums. I follow.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what? Walking you home?”

“I already gave you the best payment I can give. What else do you want?” He sounds hurt, I don’t know why though.

“I want a friend.” I state flatly, he flinches. He looks at me with the most confused look I’ve seen in a while.

“A friend? You want someone like me for a friend? Why not get someone upper-crust girl to be your friend?”

“Most people like me are stuck-up, pompous, rich snobs. I rather have someone normal.” I pause as he continues walking.

“Like me?” He asks shakily. Did I upset him? “Sorry, I can’t be your friend.” He says and breaks into a run.

Now I know I’ve upset him. This isn’t good.

[Lady Tatsh]

I run home as fast as I can. It’s true what I said, it’s what my aunt and uncle used to say to me. I’m not worthy to live, but I still do just to spite them. I hated them, they hated me.

I’m not worthy to be friends with anyone though, that much I understand. I especially can’t be friends with Rolan; the posh prince could probably buy a friend if he wanted one so badly. I can feel a twinge of guilt for just thinking that, where’d it come from? For all extensive reasons, I shouldn’t care, right?

I mean, why would someone that rich want a friend like me? I mean, come on! I have nothing! I can’t go to college because I can’t afford it, I can barely cover last months rent, and I have random people pounding me just for existing! Who’d want a friend like that?

Rolan would, Said a voice in my head. I mentally kicked it. He probably is just treating me like a charity case anyway right? Why should I care? I don’t care. Nope! Not at all!

Then why do I feel like hitting something for just turning him down?

I slow my pace to a steady walk, panting slightly. My stomach growls and I remember that I forgot to eat again. I think I have something in the fridge at home, unless the power’s been turned off again. If that’s the case it’s probably rotten by now. Oh well, if I try to eat I’ll probably get sick anyway just from going the day without eating. Tends to happen a lot.

I reach my apartment just as the sun sets. Fortunately it was light enough outside on the way home that I didn’t get stopped by any random stranger wanting my shoes. That happens occasionally too. I unlock my door and step inside. It’s just as cold outside as inside. Fantastic, the heater is out. I just have all the luck today, don’t I?

I leave my jacket on, but remove my scarf and lay it over the worn couch. I’ve decided to see if I have anything in the fridge. Since the electricity isn’t disconnected yet, I have a chance to find something that’s edible. I open it and I’m hit with a foul odor that would make me puke even If I hadn’t eaten. I quickly slam the door shut before I can do so. That killed my appetite alright.

No longer hungry I glance over to the microwave clock, it reads sometime after eight, and I decide to take my pills. If I don’t take them regularly, I’m likely to have an attack and pass out. It’s not fun, especially when I fall and hit my head or I’m attempting to get something accomplished. I dig through the kitchen cabinet for a glass, and notice the slip of paper I picked off my door sometime ago. It gave me thirty days; I had used twenty-eight. I’d given up on paying the rent after I fell two months behind. If I wasn’t meant to live here, so be it. I can’t afford it any way. I’m sure there’s a shelter or something I can go to. There’s certainly no one to take me in...

Rolan would.

Shut up.

My chest clenches. It’s becoming harder to breathe. I can feel another seizure coming on. I cry out, and all goes black.
~*~

I feel like a stalker. Really, normally I wouldn’t be so persistent about this sort of thing, and I don’t know how I’m going to justify this to him. Toby sounded so hurt when he said he couldn't be my friend. I never thought him unworthy. He’s a good person, I can tell. He just has some... security issues. He must’ve been hurt emotionally many times to have that mindset.

I follow from further back, far enough that he wouldn’t notice me and I could still see him. It was dark by the time I found his apartment.

It was obvious now in what condition he lived in; the neighborhood is run down, I few gang members eyed me suspiciously. They’re probably wondering, ‘Why is he here?’ Reasonable question, this place looks like no one of my wealth would step foot in this place. I don’t really care, though I don’t care for the strange looks either.

I creep silently to the door that Toby had unlocked. Fortunately it was still unlock and open slightly. I heard a shrill cry and a thud. The sounds frightened me, so I stepped inside, wondering if something large and blunt would fall atop my head if I continued. I announce myself.

“Toby? I realize you probably don’t want me to invade your privacy, but I just want to talk. If you don’t want me here afterwards, I’ll leave quietly.” The only response was the faint but rhythmic thumping noise. I follow it into the kitchen. It’s dimly lit, but there is a thin beam of light from a nightlight casting a shadow onto a skinny frame jerking about on the floor.

My heart wrenches.

It’s him.

“Toby!” I crouch down onto the tiled floor. I’m afraid to touch him; I don’t want to hurt him. He’s having a seizure, for what reason, I don’t know. I glance up onto the counter and see a pill bottle. The medication is one prescribed for anxiety. That explains it.

Toby stops moving. I panic and check his pulse; it’s returning to normal. He’s breathing still so I sigh with relief.

I brush a sweaty strand of hair away from his face, and he blinks awake. “Are you okay?” I ask, and I realize just how shook I am from seeing his seizure.

He sits up and looks at me confused. “What are you doing here?” He rubs the side of his head; He must’ve hit it on the counter.

“I followed you home. Stalker-ish I know, but I was worried about you.”

“I really wish you didn’t have to see me like that.” He looks to his feet somberly. I glance over to a yellow slip of paper on the floor next to me. I read it over; an eviction notice. Even in the small amount of light, I could see him pale.

“Have you been paying your rent?” My tone is serious, he gulps.

“I can’t, I get the previous month paid a little but then I can’t afford the rest or the next month. I just don’t make enough money.”

An idea hit me.

“Come live with me then.”

“Eh?” He looks at me, puzzled. “Why...?”

“You have no place to stay after tomorrow, and I want a friend. It’s a no lose situation.”

He looks more puzzled now, and doubtful. “I don’t think I—“

“If you don’t, I’ll have to take you to a hospital. Sound good?” He growled, I don’t blame him. This Is nothing short of coercion, but I couldn’t let him just go to a random shelter where he wouldn’t get the medication he needed now could I? As a med student, it's my duty!

Toby glares at me, and I found myself in a fierce stare-down. “Fine.” He picks himself up off the floor, albeit shakily and heads for his room. I smirk; I get a friend, and he get’s a nice home. He deserves it, whether he thinks it or not.



OKAY
That's all I'm posting now... I have to do some serious working on the other chapters (and the ones I've already put up... =_=) so please tell me what you think... k?

[Yaoiboy]

Holy crap I feel so inadequate, then I remember you've been writing this for a few years then I don't feel as bad.

Y'know this kinda reminds me of a fanfic I read. ;D

I'm joking ;D, i'm Joking. ;D

Don't shank me. ;D ;D ;D

[Groks]

Wow, girl....after a couple of paragraphs I forgot to look at the sentence structure and spelling and got caught up in the story. If that's not saying a lot, I don't know what would.

I liked it a lot! Please...keep writing.