Twice Upon a Gamer ≫ Toby Turner

Chapter Two - Small Talk.

This chapter might be a little obvious. But I want to dedicate this to @Gummy_Worm_Ninja because she was the first one to comment on my story. Thanks! x

I sit down on my bed, wiping my forehead and licking my lips. What could Toby possibly expect me to do at a total strangers house? Yeah, he seems really sweet, but I'm not really that outgoing, other than in front of a camera.

Okay, Victoria, you need to stop overthinking things. It's just a couple hours, then you can leave.

I decide to wear my favorite outift, a boatneck sweater, black skinny jeans, fluffy boots, and my favorite black beanie. After I decide what I'm going to wear over there, I begin to have second thoughts again. I don't know him, and I don't know what he's into. I don't know what he does, and I don't know what to talk about to him without hurting his feelings. Wow, I'm a wreck.

I inch closer to my bed and just flop down, taking my laptop with me. I set my laptop on my stomach and pull up yesterday's recording. I put the videos into the editing system and begin to edit the video until it's 4:45.

I realize that I should've stopped editing earlier; I still haven't showered. I race around my room, grab my outfit, and head into the bathroom. I quickly take out a towel and close the door, just in case. I peel off my old clothes and toss them into the basket with the rest of my used clothes.

I turn the shower on in a heartbeat and hop in, gasping as the freezing water assaults my body. I back up into the corner of the shower, waiting for the water to heat up. After it does so, I rush through my shower and leap out, wrapping my towel around my torso and walking up to the mirror.

My mirror is quite large, so I grab my blow drier and blow the condensation off of it. After blow drying my hair and getting my outfit on, I brush my hair and curl it, checking the time.

5:15. Shit.

I rush through curling my brown hair, apply eyeliner to the top and bottom of each eye and tuck my beanie over my head. I quickly jump out of the bathroom and snatch my phone from my nightstand and shove it into my back pocket. I slowly open the door to my apartment and turn away down the hall.

He said Apartment 7B, right?

I trust my memory as much as possible and I eventually find the B hall. I cruise down this hall until I pass six other apartments.

There's 7B. Well, then.

I try to walk up at casually as possible, knocking gently on the wooden door with my knuckles.

"Coming!" I hear a voice shout from behind the door.

I hear the faintly sound of wheels on wood until I hear a large thud and a crash.

"Ow."

I jump up unintentionally and wiggle the door knob, allowing myself entrance. I race in to see the familiar hair I'd seen yesterday, Toby's face planted into the carpet and the wheels in his Heely's still revolving.

"Oh my, Gosh, Toby! Are you okay?" I squeal, dropping down to my knees and shaking his shoulder with my palm.

"Yeah, I'm good. My wheel got caught on the carpet," he began, pushing himself off of the carpet. He ran his hands through his brown hair once before roughing it up. "Don't worry, I fall all the time," he assures, smiling.

He stands up and holds out a hand, offering to help me up. I decide against doing so, but I grab his hand and he hauls me to my feet.

"Thanks," I muse quietly, giving him a grin. He returns it, and he signals me to follow.

I do so, taking in my surroundings as I do. His apartment is much cleaner than I expected it to be, not that my apartment would be any cleaner. He has the ocassional painting or picture on the wall, and he has a few little Minecraft themed things.

"What do you want to do?" his voice calls out, and I look away from my current occupation.

"I was wondering that, too, but I really don't know," I confess, sitting down in a chair.

Toby shruggs and screws up his face, obviously deep in thought.

"Maybe, do you just wanna chat?" he asks, pulling up a chair in front of me and settling down into it.

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that," I comment, leaning back into my chair. I cross one of my legs over the other and relax into the chair as much as possible.

"So," Toby begins, smiling slyly. "What do you like to do?" he adds.

I think for a moment. What do I like to do? Should I tell him that I game, or should I just make something up?

"Well, I.. ummm.." I try to think and take my bottom lip between my teeth, gnawing unintentionally. "I-I like to play video games and talk to friends. I like to go out for walks, especially in the rain," I blurt, not wishing to say as much as I did.

My cheeks flush and I smile nervously before asking, "What about you?

Toby chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

"Well, ironically, I play video games too, and I didn't expect you to play, though. Usually I just play video games and surf the internet and stuff," he informs me, sitting up in his seat and shrugging his shoulders for comfort.

I decide to ask him more questions like; "What kind of games do you play?", "How long have you lived in L.A.?", and other questions.

He answers with simple answers, and surprisingly, it's not as awkward as I thought it would be.

"Oh hey, I want you to meet somebody!" Toby exclaims, his features bursting with excitement.

I blink in response and he calls out, "Gryphon! Come here, buddy!"

In a moment or two, a white Shih Tzu with brown splotches and brown eyes trots up to Toby and he scoops him up and sets him on his lap.

"This is my dog, Gryphon. Say 'Hi', Gryph," Toby coos in a special voice, I guess for Gryphon, and stands the dog on it's hind legs and makes it wave a paw.

"Hello, Vicki. My name is Gryphon. Save me, he's horrible. Save me, Vicki," Toby says in the voice he used before, holding up Gryphon and smiling.

I let out a laugh and pet Gryphon on the head gently and he yaps happily. Toby sets Gryphon back down on the ground and Gryphon barks once more before padding out.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," Toby assures me, taking the joke to another step.

I giggle and nod. "Okay, I trust you," I add between laughs.

"No, I don't," I commented in a quieter voice.

Toby fakes being hurt and I giggle, biting the inside of my lip.

This is going much better than I could've hoped for.