dear chicago, you'll never guess TOBY

[dylan]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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Natalie was in an awful mood. Even her two giant dogs avoided her by retreating in the backyard. Which was nice, Dylan was coming to hate dogs because of them. Their echoing barks, lazy eyes and slobbering mouth made Dylan want to take to the woods and drive away. At first, he thought them very cool. Even spent a day studying the breed's history. It was neat to learn how the breed dates back to the more barbarian roman times. Next day he shared his knowledge of them to Natalie who only enlightened him more.

Poor woman. She had just suffered through an unbearably long shift at the hospital in an understaffed and busy night dealing with very difficult and impatient people. "You smell." Dylan said when she walked in from work when he was eating a bowl of cereal. She plopped herself down at the kitchen table, bringing the stink with her. Consequently Dylan was no longer hungry for honey nut cheerios so he got up to put it in the dish washing machine. It was nice to only have to clean up after himself and sometimes his aunt. Back with Betty, there had been alot of chores to clean up after seven people.

"Two babies spit up on me and a ten year old threw up on my shoes. A toddler kicked me right in the stomach and I got cussed out by a parent for hurting him!" she vented furiously but exhaustion clear in her voice. "Wow." he said with some sympathy. She lit herself a cigarette. Another plus being here; being among a fellow addicted smoker. Hell, here you can smoke inside the house. It had been something to always hide in his old home- which is understandable. If you don't like smoke, you wouldn't be so pleased to have it in the house. It was amusing how his parents found out his new habit.

"Wait, where are you going?" she said when Dylan was starting to leave. "To my room?" She moaned. "No, I need you gone today. I have got to get a solid day's sleep. I can't have you playing you bad music or watching that vh1 stuff." Dylan laughed as she took a drag. "You serious?" She shot him a look that answered the question. Still, she said "No, I'm kidding." Sarcasm.

"Okay... well, I need the car." She shrugged. "Fine, just please let me have a quiet house today." Dylan understood and was happy to take the keys from the counter. "Sure, get some sleep." He flipped open his cell phone as he slipped on his shoes. "Hey Toby, what're doing?"

That phone call lead to a day out with his newest friends from school. He figured hanging out with the shrimpy kid was better than being all alone today. Renny had already said she was busy today, which was disappointing. They spent half the day in barnes in nobles since they both shared a passion for literature and text books. Admittedly, when he was seperated by his friend with different paths in the book aisles, he spent his time texting or talking to Ren over the phone instead of skimming books.

There was only so much you can read at one day and even Toby agreed with such logic. So they just began walking along the streets, boredly searching for some new entertainment. He loved new york city so much better than chicago. It was busier and provided so much more sights to see. People watching was great fun too, so much fun that the cold didn't bother him one bit. He looked over to a parked motorcycle. What a great looking harley. "I wonder if Natie would let me get a motorcycle as a graduation present." he thought out loud to Toby with a smirk. Yeah right.

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[toby]

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There were a few very good reasons Toby didn't go home to Queens often over the weekends.And all of them were named Anya Sullivan. As much as he loved his mother, the house still felt too empty without his father. From what he understood, when he was at Eisley during the week, she would spend most of her time at work.

The Sullivans were workoholics, all.

But when Toby was home, like this particular weekend, she insisted on them spending all their time together. It was nice for the first few hours, but it seemed that the only things they were able to talk about were work and school. He'd told her about the classes he was taking and his homework and his study partners, and he left out everything about his drinking and his friends. She didn't need to know that her "perfect" son was doubling as a regular delinquent. Just like he didn't need to know that she was kind-of-sort-of seeing a man she'd met on a night out with some of her friends from work.

So when Dylan called him up, he hadn't even thought about his response. "Absolutely nothing. Want to meet up?" And then Toby had explained to his mother that he had to meet his friend, he'd forgotten that they'd agreed to hang out, and Dylan was so busy with his senior classes that they could only hang out the the weekends, and she;d just waved off his on-the-spot excuses and sent him on his way. Anya Sullivan was just happy that her son had found friends at his school; he'd been too quiet and insulated for too long.

It took a little while to get back to Brooklyn, but Toby had his ipod with him on the bus, so it wasn't too bad. He didn't mind that he'd traded a day discussing books with his mom for hanging out in Barnes and Noble. (It's a pretty good pastime. Besides the obvious pro--books--there was some very good people-watching. (Though it seemed like Dylan wasn't really all there when he was talking, but then again, he was a little paranoid about that kind of thing.) He could hole up in the sci-fi corner for hours, but he figured that would be a just a little too geeky. So he kept strolling up and down aisles, occasionally pointing out particularly clever titles or books he'd heard about.

Eventually though, it was time to go. Toby followed slightly behind Dylan, subconsciously trying to mimic his walk. (Toby thought Dylan was cool.) But the mention of the motorcycle made him wince a little. "I don't see why anyone would want one." Though apparently the older boy wanted one, so he quickly amended his first statement. "I like public transportation. It's efficient and safe. Mostly. Depending on where you are." He inspected the vehicle in question, thinking carefully. Yeah, it looked like far more trouble than it was worth. "Then again, I can't even drive." And he didn't particularly want to. If things went his way, he'd be living in a city (this or one similar) for the rest of his life.

"Why do you want one?" He knew he was a little weird about driving; Toby was even uncomfortable when he was just riding in a car. But it was just one of those things that made him weird, and--in his opinion--there were too many of them. And maybe talking to someone who actually knew how to drive would help. (His mom had stopped driving entirely after the accident, and hand only recently started taking the car out again.)

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S T A T U S:Finished! T A G:Dylan! W O R D S:634!
C R E D I T:Tony! L Y R I C S:The Who!
O U T F I T:This! N O T E S:Sorry this took so long. I ended up going home for the weekend, and my family is crazy.!