901_freeatlast (901_freeatlast) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-01-28 08:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emily fields, toby cavanaugh |
Who: Toby Cavanaugh & Emily Fields
When: Early January
Where: Emily's house
What: Pizza post taking down Christmas lights
Ratings: Low
Status: Complete
Toby reached forward to grab another slice of pizza before leaning back in the chair in the kitchen of Emily’s house. They’d spent the majority of their time together taking the Christmas decorations down. He didn’t mind. He knew that Emily didn’t like the idea of taking them down, but he mostly just wanted to spend time with the person he saw as his best friend. The dreams had been a little weird for him and the way that Emily and the others looked at him most of the time felt weird. Only Emily hadn’t been completely weird with him recently. The others hadn’t changed their mind about him as far as he knew, but Emily had at least changed her mind about him. Even if it was only a little.
“Okay. Would you rather...have to fight a giant chicken orrrr go swimming in a pool filled with slime.” It was easier to go along with lighter, less dream-inspired for the moment. He had some questions about how far Emily had gotten in the dreams, but he wasn’t sure if they were talking about them or pretending they didn’t exist the majority of the time. At least outside of what was said on Valarnet.
It was complicated. He knew it. But he also knew that he hadn’t done anything wrong...unless you counted being in the wrong place at the wrong time and getting manipulated by the crazy girl otherwise known as Alison. Still, he was suffering for that...and he pretty much was unapologetic in his hatred of the girl. He knew that he’d liked her at one point, but...he definitely didn’t like her anymore.
Emily hated putting Christmas away, because it meant returning to real life, which was extremely boring compared to real life during Christmas. Ever since she could remember, Christmas had always been her favorite holiday, because of the lights and decorations and music and just everything that went along with it so when it came to putting it all away, she had a tendency to get rather sad. It was this reason that she was glad that Toby had offered to come over to help her and her mother with the task. In previous years it had been just her and her mother when her father had been deployed or had to return right after Christmas, so it wasn’t as if this was the first time her and her mother would have been doing it on their own. But having Toby around still made it better.
“Do I get some sort of weapon to fight the chicken with?” Emily asking, tearing a piece of crust in half and taking a bite of one piece, “And is it the giant chicken like on Family Guy?”
Toby considered it. “Well, I was thinking of some really big chicken, but I guess we can go with Family Guy. And you probably have to fist fight it.” He didn’t know. If it had been a bigger chicken than that, he’d probably have given her a weapon. “If you want a bigger chicken, you can probably have a knife or a bat or something.” He tried not to comment on the fact that they were basically talking about attacking over-sized chickens casually as if this was normal considering he was the one that started it.
“And you don’t think a chicken the size of a human is a big chicken?” Emily quirked a brow at Toby, smirking, as she took another piece of pizza and began picking at it. “But, since I don’t think I could stomach the slime, I’d choose the chicken.” Emily wasn’t exactly a fighter, but she could probably take on a chicken. Maybe. Either way, it was a figurative question, so luckily they would never have to find out if she could actually do it. “So, have you seen Spencer lately?” Her smirk grew a little. She hadn’t heard anything about the other from either of them since they had both told her what had happened on Halloween.
“Well, it’s human-sized. You could still fist fight a human-sized chicken and win.” Maybe. He didn’t know. He couldn’t handle the slime either, so he felt about the same. He felt himself flush slightly when she turned the conversation back to Spencer. “Uh...not a lot, but...I don’t know. All I see of her is in the dreams, which sounds...a lot cornier than it actually is since I’m pretty sure she still thinks I kill puppies for a side job.” He shrugged slightly. “At least you’ve stopped treating me like a serial killer, so that’s something.”
“Oh please. She doesn’t think that. Not in real life.” Emily shook her head at her friend, “You should call her. Or text her or something. I think that she likes you,” She recalled how Spencer had blushed when they had been talking about Toby after Halloween. “And, you have to admit, you were pretty serial killery when you locked us in the Biology classroom.” She couldn’t help but think that there had to have been an easier way for Toby to have tried to explain things to her. Then again, at the moment she still didn’t know exactly what was going on cause as far as they knew, Toby was dead.
“Maybe not in real life.” It didn’t negate the weirdness that was the dream life. He just didn’t mention it. “Okay, okay. I’ll call her when I get home.” But not now. He was spending time with Emily, so he was going to spend his time with her. “Uh...well, yeah. I guess you have a point about that. I was pretty serial killery about that.” He hadn’t really thought about that, though. Now that he could look at that and see how it might have looked. “Sorry about that. In retrospect, I probably should have found another way.”
“Yeah. You wouldn’t expect that suffering a concussion in your dreams would affect you in real life, but I woke up with a splitting headache after those dreams.” She was glad of course that her mother didn’t have anything against Toby in the waking world like she did at the moment in the dreams as a result of Emily getting hurt. “My wrist too. Luckily, it wasn’t actually sprained.” That would have put a damper on her swim practice.
Toby winced slightly. “Sorry about that. It was a really terrible decision.” He hated the idea of being the person hurting them. Especially when it was in an effort to tell her the truth. He was just glad that it wasn’t like that outside of the dreams. “I’ll make it up to you? Maybe we can go get ice cream or something later. My treat? I’m a shitty friend in the dreams.” But everything was weird in the dreams. Everything. “How’s swimming going?”
“I guess I can forgive you since I know that you don’t really want to kill me.” Emily smirked, brushing her hair over her shoulder, “But I won’t pass up ice cream.” There really weren’t many foods that Emily would pass up of course, “And swimming is going well. I was really lucky to even get on the team since I applied so close to the start of the semester.” Of course she was also lucky to have been able to transfer to USC so close to the beginning of the semester, but she had known as soon as she’d found out her father had died that she wasn’t going back to New England.
“I definitely don’t really want to kill you. There or here.” He couldn’t imagine wanting to kill Emily. Dream!him had had a crush on her for a little bit, but it didn’t really bother him. Not really. Emily was a great person. It was just that she was...well, into girls. That was fine with him as far as he was concerned. “If you passed up ice cream, I might question if you were a pod person.”
Toby lightly bumped shoulders with Emily. “Well, they’d be crazy not to take you on their team. I don’t know a lot of swimmers, but I’m convinced that you are the best swimmer out there.” He knew things were difficult for Emily. It wasn’t easy to lose someone you cared about, much less your own dad. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he lost his dad, but he hadn’t had to find out so far. “And I can’t wait to see pretty much every meet you guys have. That I can make.”
Emily smiled and bumped Toby’s shoulder back, “I’ll definitely be letting you guys know when my next meet is. Should be soon actually. I need to find my schedule.” She was pretty sure her meet schedule was currently in her bag with the rest of her papers from the previous semester. With the new one starting, she was going to be cleaning out her bag soon and would let Toby and the others know as soon as she found it, “I really should get a planner and write it all in there.”
Toby arched an eyebrow. “A planner? Are you going to become one of those super organized people?” He was pretty sure neither of them had been that organized, but maybe she’d gotten more organized since they last talked. “I mean...I guess you could already have done that.” He finished his pizza and stretched out a little. “I’m glad we’re friends here and not in weird limbo where I have a weird crush on you and accidentally put you in the hospital.”
“I don’t know if getting one planner will make me super organized. I don’t think I could ever be Spencer organized.” Emily said, leaning back against her own chair, beside Toby, “I mean, at least you weren’t alone in that whole crush thing.” She glanced over at him, “I might have been questioning my sexuality, but I think I did have a little crush on you. I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re adorable.” She grinned and reached out to poke his cheek.
Toby snorted lightly. “I don’t think anyone could be Spencer organized.” At least not from what he knew of Spencer and what he’d noticed in the dreams. She went a little overboard, but that was sort of the Spencer Hastings way of doing things. His nose scrunched up as she poked at his cheek. “Well, I don’t know if I’d say I was adorable, but I guess at least no one can say I wasn’t interesting.” He wasn’t sure what to say about the crush, really. He was glad that she figured things out a little. Even if she’d seemed pretty uncertain about them in the dreams. “Any prospective Maya’s in your non-dreaming life?”
“She has perfected it. It’s like her secret talent. Being able to be the most organized person on the planet.” There were times that Emily envied just how organized Spencer was, but she knew that she would never be able to live like that. The sort of organized Emily preferred was the chaotic kind. “You’re completely adorable. I’m sure any girl would agree with me.” She was tempted to ask Spencer what she thought, but that would have to wait.
In response to Toby’s question, Emily shook her head, “Unfortunately not. I am very single and likely to stay that way for awhile.”
He smiled a little. He had seen a lot of that just being around her. “Well, I don’t know about that, but I guess if I question it too much, I’m questioning you, so I guess I’ll try not to think too poorly about myself.” He did often get comments about his eyes, but he hadn’t put a lot of stock into that.
“I guess there are worse things in life.” He gently bumped her shoulder again. “You’ve still got me as a friend, so there’s something. I’d say I’d try to help you find someone, but I’m not sure you should entrust me with that kind of power.”
Emily’s brows rose slightly, a smirk upon her lips, “You wanna be my wingman? How’s your gaydar?” She couldn’t help but find it amusing, to think of Toby trying to find her girls to date, “I appreciate the offer though. I’m sure that I’ll find someone when I least expect it.” Of course she wished that that would be sooner rather than later.
Toby laughed. “Well, what are friends for?” His gaydar, though, was probably pretty bad. “I’m not sure I know, but we can always go somewhere where there are plenty of lesbians and that should eliminate the gaydar problem. We’d find someone eventually.” But she was probably right about the ‘least expecting it’ part. He definitely hadn’t expected Spencer to even look at him and then she’d kissed him. “Come on. We should probably clean up this mess before your mom comes in and starts accusing me of being a bad influence.” It was a joke. He got along pretty well with Emily’s mom outside of the dreams. It was a shame it wasn’t the same in the dreams.