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Almost equal. Chapter threeThird chapter of my fanfiction. I do not own Tobuscus.
"What do you think about these?" He held a pair of jeans up. They were dark, almost black. I nodded slowly.
"Where did you find those?" I had to make sure it was my size. He pointed over at the other end of the store. I walked over there. I found a pair of my size, and took them with me to try them on. Toby was right behind me. He stopped as I walked inside the small room.
"I'll be out here if you need anything." I smiled as I closed the door. I tried the black jeans first. They were a lot looser than I had expected. I smiled to myself when I remembered how much weight I had lost. I stuck my head out and looked at Toby.
"Need anything?" He asked. I threw the jeans in his face.
"Could you fetch a smaller size of these?" He looked at the jeans. Then he ran of. Seconds later, I got a pair of jeans thrown in my face.
"Here you go. You know, you should really train your catching arm." He laugh
Almost equal, chapter two.Second chapter of my fanfiction. I do not own Tobuscus as that probably would be awkward.
I was awakened by a wet feeling on my hand. It felt like something was licking it. I lay still as I felt and heard my environments. Everything still hurt, but not as intense as the night before. I was laying on something soft, with what felt like a blanket over me. It was a bed. A big bed. possibly double-sided. It was warm and comfortable. I opened my eyes. I didn't recognize the room. I tried moving my head to see what was licking my hand. My eyes met a dog. I little dog. It was the same race as tobuscus had. I stared at it as my brain began to work again. Could it be? I looked at the room again. In the corner there was a darkness-redness-whiteness poster. Over the bed I saw a drawing of tobuscus. Could this really be his house? His room? His bed?
"Oh, good. You're awake." The all too familiar voice said from t
Almost equal. Chapter one.Okay, so this is my first fanfiction. Be easy on me. I do not own Tobuscus, cause that would be awkward as hell.
I was excited. I clenched my seat as the plane landed. L.A. I had never been to L.A. Before. Looking out the window, I could see that it was a beautiful sunny day. I grabbed my stuff, so I could get outside. As I stepped out of the plane, I noticed how hot it was. The sun crashed its heat against my skin. I jumped into the bus that should take us to the airport. Squeezed in between people made it even more unbearably hot. When the bus stopped, I jumped out and sighed in relief. I knew it would take me a while to get used to this heat. I was waiting for my luggage in the airport. My feet was beginning to get tired from standing in one position. I shifted the weight to the other leg. The crowd around me was getting smaller and smaller, and I still hadn't seen my luggage. As the last person grabbed the las
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