Ticci Toby Birthday Novels & Stories

“Any special plans for Friday?” “Friday?” I blinked. “As in this Friday?” He nodded. “Oscar told me it’s Tobi’s twentieth birthday. I figured you’d be planning something?” My stomach dropped. How had I not known? We’d spent more than a year together. Had we really never celebrated his birthday? I remembered my eighteenth how Tobi had insisted on taking my friends and me bowling, covering everything without blinking. Later that night, I’d found a tiny black box on my bed.

A man bellowed from outside. “Yep,” Toby snorted awake and yelled back. “We hear you. We’re going. F-k,” he sat up and looked around him blearily, his eyes focusing on Aislen. “F-k,” he winced. “How old are you again?” “Eighteen,” she realized. It was her birthday, and that fact had completely slipped her mind in the drama with her parents and the Triquetra. “I’m eighteen.” “Thank f-k for that. Not that it makes any difference. I’m probably going to jail anyway,” he muttered as he began to dress.

Gatsby asked. "Yes it does, and to top it all, it was made by someone special" Tornado said, smiling. "Who?" Ace asked. "Hmmm, secret" Tornado said giggling. Ace Scoffs. "Guys do you know today happens to be the boss's birthday?" Gastby said, and both Tornado and Ace looks at him. "Really?" Tornado asked. "Yes, certainly" Gatsby replied logically. "So that's why she needed a cake" Ace muffled, but it loud enough for both Tornado and Gatsby to hear.

August was almost over, Tommy's birthday was on the 30th. A date that she had to dig through his friends because he wouldn't tell her. He doesn't really celebrate his birthday, Charlene decided to organize a surprise party at the cabin for his 20th birthday before he leaves for Goldstone in September.

He’d been shot— All she had to hang on to was his voice, her name in the ether… ‘Mira?’ She looked round. ‘We’re going now,’ Connie said. ‘You going to be all right?’ ‘Going?’ ‘Toby has a birthday party with his friend.’ ‘Oh, yes…’ She forced herself away from the television. ‘Yes, of course. I’d forgotten. Have you got money for the taxi? A present? You’ll be good, Toby, won’t you? Remember to say thank you.’ ‘Maybe you should go,’ Connie muttered darkly. ‘Baby could do with a

My colleagues at work were all here, including Adam's. "We're here to celebrate your pre-birthday because some of us won't be around for your birthday due to the holidays" Martha the cook at Burger Zone piped up. Our birthday is on December 27th and this year's pre-birthday is just a day before because our birthday falls on a Saturday this year. "How did you guys get in here anyways?" I asked again. I felt like my face was going to split in two from how hard I was grinning. Everyone pointed at Tyler. I turned to the culprit beside me questioningly.

"Giovanni is really spoiling me." Tobi let out an exaggerating groan, covering his ears with his hands. "Ahh, spare me the details! Gracie's already making my life difficult by sending pictures of her date with her girlfriend. I don't need you starting in on your lovey-dovey stuff too. I'm not equipped to handle both you and Gracie's love bug moments tonight." I chuckled and downed my drink. "I think T-Jay's about to take the stage. Let's go!" I exclaimed, grabbing Tobi's hand and dragging him back to the stage as the crowd erupted into cheers.

Two months later Life had become filthy, chaotic, and perfect. Two months of open hunts at the Provocative Playground, of Micah watching Toby destroy me with dark, hungry eyes before joining in, of lazy mornings where the three of us woke up tangled and sore. Tonight, Micah and I had planned the ultimate birthday surprise for Toby. Micah and I had planned it perfectly. We told Toby we wanted a “normal” night out at the club — all three of us. He smirked like he knew something was up, but he agreed.

"Tell me about it! Bernee Trading has been around for ten years. Mr. Sutton and Ms. Dotson have always managed it hands-on. Everyone knows that. And now some random person is claiming to be the owner? She's probably desperate for money." "Is she one of Mr. Sutton's side chicks? But those village rags… Mr. Sutton surely isn't so starved that he'd settle for just anything." Their gossip was loud enough for me to hear, and I felt a suffocating tightness in my chest. Gael noticed my discomfort and quickly led me to the window. Just then, the elevator doors opened again, and the crowd fell silent.

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