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 Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 3:18 pm
Roof leakage his a**.
Seriously, this was the second one this week, and he was pretty tired of their non-existent 'renovating' at this point. Asking to be kicked out of his alcove room was one thing: it was another for them to repackage his stuff entirely and tell him to wait a couple of weeks before coming back.
A couple of weeks. A couple of weeks
It was dark outside, and having nowhere to turn - as he had spent the earlier of the week sleeping outside the school campus grounds (boy was he not doing THAT again) -Toby finally resigned to his last, last resort.
His home.
Or rather, his mom's home, really. At the most he visited once, maybe a couple of times a month, to pick up some of his old belongings: it sure wasn't the nostalgia factor that brought him back home. For the most part his mom was never quite home at said aforementioned abode, making his encounters with the old place rather lonely and singular. Toby liked it that way anyway; most encounters with his mom was nothing short of unpleasant, the older woman seriously did not have a way with kids, even her own.
The first thing that struck him as strange, as he fumbled for the spare key under the doormat was that it was not there. Raising an eyebrow, he tested the doorknob, which opened quite compliantly under his grip. There was no light in the hallway either, maybe his mom had forgotten to lock the door the last time she wandered in - and judging from the lack of old milk cartons or bottles on the table, it must have been quite recently.
Too tired to care, he tiptoed, from habit, to the end of the hallway, the last door on the left, his room. Even though it was quite late in the evening, he didn't even bother with the lights, instead simply guiding himself with whatever natural lighting there was creeping in from outside the windowsill, allowing him a vague picture of only the outlines of his furniture. Ah, home sweet home, or something like that really.
At this point he could have been staring at a pile of burrs, he was just so dead tired from his long day at this point, and flopped onto his squeaky bed, attempting to lie down and pull the covers towards him. The bed felt foreign, heavy, and moreover, it was making strange noises.
Strange, breathing noises. What the-
One arm immediately fumbling for the nightstand light next to him, he turned it on, and well... 'shock' might have been a good word to describe his expression at this point. More possibly 'surprise', or maybe even 'horror'. There was someone else sleeping on his bed beside him.
And sadly enough, unlike the world of Japanese anime and manga, it was NOT a girl.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 3:30 pm
The weekend held one of the few times he truly could escape from Hillworth, and Demy had decided that this particular weekend he was going to take the chance and return 'home' for a few days. Now, 'home' was used loosely, as his dad had remarried (yet -again-) and the blonde really hadn't had a chance to adjust to this new place before being shipped off for the school year.
Ugh.
Add to that the fact they weren't even home. What the hell was the point of a home visit if your parents weren't even there? Sure the quiet was kind of nice, but....well sheesh, he really couldn't get any attention if there was no one there to give it to him now could he?
So Demy had spent the rather boring evening alone, and eventually retired to his bedroom for the evening. ...Okay no, it wasn't 'his' bedroom. At least it certainly didn't feel that way. The place was eerie, foreign, and for a few moments it made him miss his dorm room back on campus. At least that was comfortable to him, this was just...unknown.
Despite this he had eventually fallen asleep, sprawling on the bed he now claimed as 'his'. And there he had slept peacefully, until something nagged at his subconscious, telling him "HEY, hey wake the HELL UP. Someone's laying down beside you dude!".
Green eyes blinked open and gave the other a bleary stare.
"...what?..."
The voice was slurred by sleep, it's owner stuck between the realms of awake and nighty night land, and simply unable to process the fact someone was sitting right beside him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:37 pm
In between his initial discovery and what Toby did not know was actually an internal self-discovery monologue of the invader in his room, he had STILL not gotten over his initial shock.
Oh, maybe because there was an invader in his room. HIS. Room.
Had there been Not Another Person in His Room, he might have noticed it was a little more disorganised than usual.
All right, all right. Clearly there had to be some logical explanation for this. Maybe they were some long lost removed cousin of his from his mom's side? But still, the nerve of them to sleep on HIS bed, well, granted, he rarely came home but it was technically still his room. That was a violation of the mother-son code if there ever was one.
An awkward moment of silence passed, for Toby, not at all caused by any sort of post-sleep trauma grogginess. He stared at the other blankly under the rather dimly flickering light: in any other circumstance the light cast on his expression might have made him rather creepy looking and the perfect sub-in for strange underage teenage kid serial killer plots. Little did he know this was still the perfect circumstance to indeed to look like the sub-in for strange underage teenage kid serial killer plots.
"Um," he began, somewhere between angry and plain-out confused. "Why are you in my room? Actually, no, wait." He put up a hand before the other could even bother starting to answer the first question. "What are you doing in my room?!"
Not to mention they looked oddly familiar... he just couldn't put a face with the name.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:52 pm
The intruder stayed silent. In fact he had all but drifted back to sleep when Toby finally decided to talk. God...damnit, he just wanted to sleep man! He was tired. It wasn't easy being a hyperactive ball of energy all the time! He had to sleep just like everyone else. Nevermind the fact that Demy swung from the extreme of insomnia to the other extreme of sleeping all bloody day (and then some).
What was he doing in the room? Uh....wasn't it obvious?
"....Sleeping?"
The statement was punctuated with a yawn and a few sleepy blinks. Ugh, couldn't they discuss this later?
...Wait. -His- room?
"....You live here man? You sure you don't have the wrong house or something? Saw that in a movie once..."
If the looks were familiar, the rambling should prove -very- familiar. Even if it was a sleepy sort of rambling.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:09 pm
Hmmm, maybe this wasn't his house. Maybe it was an alternate universe created by a lapse in the timeline - he saw that in the Matrix once, so it could happen right?
You're not in the matrix, stupid retorted Inner Voice Number One.
Well, technically, you could be replied Inner Voice Number Two, Who knows, maybe we all-
- Thankfully that thought never got finished as Toby decided to do some physical investigating of his own. He looked up, down, and around. Last time he checked, noone else was quite as obsessed with The Real Ghostbikers as he was, as was indicated by the smattering of lime green and black wall art all over the walls.
Rolling his eyes, he tried his best to look as angry and intimidating as possible, coughing as the other tried to go to sleep. When that tactic didn't work, he cleared his throat pointedly. "YES. In fact I do live here, or did, or once did, ugh, anyway."
Still no reply from the other.
Finally, he grabbed one edge of the bed, attempting to pull the blanketing from under this... intruder. "Anyway-" he explained in mid-tug, as said other person seemed a little heavier than he looked, "-can I-", insert more tugs here, "-get my- freaking bed back!?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:19 pm
Okay seriously. Talky time was over. Sleepy time was very much -now-.
"You..-did- live here, which means you don't now, which means this isn't your room, which means you should stop trying to..ACK"
Demy grumbled as the other tugged at the blanket, and at one point even growled. He wanted to sleep god damnit. -Sleep-. Why was this so hard to understand?!
Whereas he was normally a hyper force to be reckoned with, a sleepy Demy was scary for a whole new reason. Somewhere in his half awake mind he decided that the only way to shut the other up was to get him to sleep too. And maybe, just maybe, if he dragged the other into bed and hugged him like some kinda giant teddy bear they could -both- get some sleep and all would end well. When Demy had a sugar crash, he crashed -hard. He just...wasn't thinking well at this point.
Too bad for Toby.
Moving almost too quickly for a person that was half asleep, the blonde lashed out to snag the other. If successful he'd have Toby in bed in a matter of moments, snuggled up to him like a toy. Awh.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:56 pm
Yes, that's it, just one more tug and the blanket would be-
-he was therefore, in all aspects and respects, entirely caught unaware by the arm that seemed to loom out of nowhere, wrap around his shoulders and pull him towards it's deathhold. Toby managed so much as a small yelp as he was literally dragged head-first back onto the mattress, face planting into the pillow beside Demy, arms flailing to try and get free of the other's grip. Even though he had meant to say "Will you LET GO of me" it sounded more like "Mmmmmph mrrrph!", with much vehemence into the exclamation marks.
At this point, his lungs were gently reminding him that he had just a little bit more to go until asphyxiation. With the vehemence of, well, really, a fifteen-year-old boy, he grabbed the intruder's arm with both hands and shoved, propelling himself backwards out of the grip, taking a giant wheeze of oxygen.
"THAT'S IT!" He shouted angrily, to god knows what, as the offender seemed to be somehow, asleep again. "No more Mr. Nice guy!" Now, one would think if they said that, they would actually really do something about it. Star seed snatching for example, or maybe the general abuse of Negaverse powers to kick this stranger to the holy grounds and back. However, being Toby, all that he was thinking at this point was that this person sorely needed a taste of their own medicine.
He ran out into the kitchen, and after some fumbling, came back with a pair of rather sharp, pointing scissors. Holding them high up with one hand, he walked over to the unsuspecting teen, eyes all but burning angrily, and brought the sharp end of the blades down-
- making a clean, direct cut right into the blanket. That's right, if he couldn't have his bed or blanket, he was going to make sure they wouldn't have it either!.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:42 pm
Demy was content. The other was quiet, and hopefully asleep.
...Wait, no he wasn't. God ******** damnit! Whoever the intruder was was up and running about again, shouting some nonsense Demy couldn't be bothered to listen to. Again..he just wanted sleep, and this kid was determined to not let him have it.
God. Damnit.
Finally, the scissors slashing through the blanket were the last straw. Snarling in a very un-Demy like manner, the blonde leapt clear out of bed to face his attacker.
...And fell rather ungracefully right onto his a**.
After pulling himself back up, he tried to focus his RAGE on the other boy.
"What the HELL is your problem man?! Can't a guy get some SLEEP? Look, dude, I had a reaaaaally busy week, what with schoolwork and mini glowstick parties, and planning, and Guitar Hero and....some other things."
Other things being Negaverse stuff, which thankfully he didn't just blurt out.
"And shiny hunting. Okay man? I am tired. So if you could kindly shut the hell up so I could sleep in my parent's house that'd be great. Thanks."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:55 pm
He was taken aback by the other's outburst of rage for a second. Holding one severed end of the blanket in one hand and the pair of scissors in the other, he could only stare and blink -despite the other's untimely hopping out of bed - for a few seconds until the words sank in.
Wait... HIS PARENTS?!
Toby chuckled, putting one hand to his forehead, trying to suppress a pain that was slowly making itself apparent there. He walked close, REAL close, to the other and leaned against the wall to the side, crossing his arms. "Look, look, you." Here he shook his head. "I dont know what charity case adopted you but MY mom lives here, and last time I checked she had one kid, and that was ME. Singular. I have no clue if she thought she was being 'cute' helping you out, but you are not invited into my room, capiche?!?" There were all sorts of other things he wanted to mention like, for example, how painfully annoying the other was getting already, but at this point, he would have settled just to have this situation resolved once and for all. Clearly, as it was HIS HOUSE, he should have the upper hand.
So why did he not?
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:07 pm
Demy seemed almost on edge the closer the other got. It was right about the point that he got REAL CLOSE that fists went up, ready to bash the other right in the no---
Wait, he was leaning against the wall harmlessly. ....Well okay then. The blonde eased somewhat into a level of comfort...but for the moment those fists were staying up.
"Look man, I'm sorry but you're -mistaken-. My parents live here."
Here he paused for just a moment.
"...Okay, well dad does now. He just got remarried and all, ya know? But he totally married the chi---*ahem* mom who lived here and blah blah blah you know how it goes right? Ugh parents..."
Demy didn't seem so thrilled at the whole talk of remarriage. Really he was totally -over- getting used to a new family.
"So man, maybe it's -you- that's the charity case, cause it's totally not me. Got it?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:59 pm
Ok, deep, deep breaths Toby. As much as he would like to beat the everloving snot out of this...this offender, he wasn't too sure he'd actually emerge the victor. Too many late-night strolls encountering evil girls in short skirts had robbed him of whatever resplendent, non-bruised body he might have had.
All right, guess it was back to the Intimidating Attempt. At this point he might as well have broke into a small whine. "Look come on," he began, a little beyond negotiating at this point, "Why the heck would YOUR dad be here, I already told you that-"
There was something critical about what the other had said that just hadn't surfaced to the speech part of his brain quite yet.
"That-" he began again, when it finally, sunk in. "-You have GOT to be kidding!"
This HAD to be some sort of mistake, and he tried vocalizing it, but currently all he was doing was making a great impression of a goldfish flopping outside its fishing tank. "I-you- ARG!!!" Ok ok, breathe Toby, maybe it was ANOTHER mom. Quick, ask them a question! "Ok, here, answer me this: did your uh, new mom have any kids of their own?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:13 pm
"Do..I look like someone that's kidding?"
Usually he would be, but not when he was this damn tired. Demy sighed and reached up a hand in an attempt to brush some of his hair out of the way. It failed miserably.
"What is this, 20 questions man? Is there some kind of prize at the end? Maybe one involving -sleep-?"
Rambling, again. Sure it was grumbled rambling, but rambling nonetheless.
"-My- mom only has me! But the 'mom'--"
This was done with air quotations and everything.
"--that dad just married...I dunno man, she doesn't like...talk to me much? But yeah, pretty sure there was some mention of a kid. Haven't seen 'em though."
Whereas Toby was starting to put together the puzzle pieces, Demy's puzzle was still inside the box. Factory sealed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:54 am
At this point, Demy could have told him that he was secretly a dinosaur. He was, first and foremost still stuck in the 'my mom got married without telling me' loop. Granted, this was typical, as this would actually be her third marriage in the past four years, but some notice about intruders might have been good.
Now, if this were anyone else, they might have had a dollop of more logic than Toby current possessed. Generally speaking, the choice of parental mating rituals and the so-called 'marriages' that followed consequently had little to do with consulting their children. However, when one is a frantic, tired, and generally confused teenage boy trying to grasp the concept of what the ******** is going on, sometimes logic and conclusions didn't come so easily.
"Oh my god," he sat down hard, right on the ground, looking more despondent then even that time when he was five and his mom told him Santa Clause wasn't real. And then it really hit him, hard. The kid staying in the house, his parent - ahem parents - currently out. "Oh my god," he repeated in a similar mantra, as he stared, horrified at this... this person. "Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
In hindsight, blaming the poor other kid wasn't exactly the brightest idea, but Toby was also not quite ready to accept the presence of oh, a step-brother a this point either.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:59 pm
Demy knew all about having no choice. In all honesty he was rather damn tired of his dad's constant remarriages. But he had learned long ago that he didn't have any say -whatsoever- in the choices his father made, and it was easier to just shut up and go along with it. They usually didn't last long anyway.
The boy was just starting to contemplate how difficult it might be to sleep standing up when the other seemed to have some sort of mental episode. Really? -Really-? Couldn't it wait til morning?
"....Any idea what I've done? You mean today, or like..in my whole life? Cause man I don't want to be up all night talking about it, so maybe another time..."
...Yeah he wasn't getting it. Sorry Toby, no help with your mental breakdown for you!
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 10:09 am
Well, reasoned Inner Voice Number One, It COULD be worse.
Actually, retorted Inner Voice Number Three, This is EXACTLY why you dont ever visit your mom.
While a logical, sane person might have wondered why his mom hadn't contacted him over this well, rather URGENT situation, he was hovering between the two thoughts of how this kid was seriously, of no help, and the other thought of what the heck had happened to Inner Voice Number Two.
Well, when life gives you lemonade... or wait, how did that go again?
Slowly, and he could have sworn he heard his own bones creak, he got up, brushing whatever-dust he could possibly have accumulated off his pants. It started as a small giggle and then laughter, as if he was sharing the world's biggest joke to himself.
"Ok." and suddenly, he smiled, in a very Toby-like Who Gives A s**t Really manner. "You can have my room then, brother, I guess I'll take the living room." As he turned to leave, a thought occurred to him, one much, much, more urgent than any other mid-teenage-life post-marriage crisis. "Just - dont touch my shinies collection. I will personally kill you myself if you do."
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