Ticci Toby Pfp Novels & Stories

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

I was 23 and Toby was 24 in this story. I’d arrived at the summer camp in Canada with excitement in my veins. Ditching my shit job for a summer of fun is just what I needed. I was going to be a camp counsellor along with a load of other young people. One guy, Toby, kinda stood out, he was from Michigan, and he’d played lacrosse in high school. He was handsome in a slightly goofy way. He has bushy brown hair and he was tall, athletic.

All that mattered was— “I am serious, guys. We have more pressing issues than you devouring each other.” I hated that voice. I hated that person. Whoever was interrupting my way to heaven, I hated them. “If you guys do not stop, I will call the paparazzi.” Lily immediately pulled back, and I almost cried. I turned to glare at Toby, who was sitting on my chair, swinging from side to side. People usually thought Toby was nice and quiet, but only I knew who he really was. He was a bloodsucking demon who had no respect for me.

It was rather alarming. The Chiyad who had led the challengers in that pack were… big. Not all of them. But definitely the leader. He had black hair and almost golden-yellow eyes. I was proud and humbled by the physique I had grown over the last few years. But even I was smart enough to realize this guy was not one to mess with. Toby chewed on a chicken wing. “Think he’s challenging for Beta?” The mere mention of it made my ice run cold.

*Toby* Toby and Liam were headed home after a long day of training. The day started out with pack training, followed by training with the Alpha-to-be. Mathias had chosen Liam as his Beta and worked with him every day on pack responsibilities. While Liam was the one chosen for Beta, Toby, the loyal twin, stayed behind to help his brother. He was happy for Liam, but he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy at his brother's success.

I say and take the glass from him, avoiding touching his fingers. “So, I heard we are all leaving for Bristol tomorrow?” Toby starts the conversation according to our plan. “We?” Theo asks in confusion. “Yes. Are you forgetting Mr. Anderson? I am one of your investors. I would help Izzy here to select art works for your new project. Right, Izzy?” Toby asks. “Yes. Toby is a wonderful artist. The portrait over there, he made it.” I say, and Olivia’s face softens a bit. “It looks great.” Theo says, as if confessing a sin.

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I've been having a sweet tooth lately, and my favorite is chocolate everything. I can feel Ty looking at me, making me blush. I turn and see him starring, I can't help but cup his face and kiss his lips, getting a choir of awes from the ladies. "May I say, Beta Tyler, that you and your mate are so adorable, sir." one of the older ladies says making me blush. He smiles, nodding his head in gratitude. "Thank you, but just call me Ty," he replies making the ladies look among themselves and giggle as their cheeks blush.

Her eyes twinkled. "That's creepy." "I know, but have you seen his personal pins?" Her eyes bulged out. "He's into freelance modeling or whatever. He doesn't work for anyone. I mean, he never wanted to. But he does a lot of things, Scar. He ices skates during winter in Siberia, surfs in summer, models at any time of the year with his crew and there's this blondie with cerulean blue eyes always hanging onto him in photos and videos on Tikt*k. And did I forget, he has a Tikt*k account with over a million followers? Now, tell me, am I not way out of his league? The plain Raya with Cancer whose leg is about to be amputated because my cancer is as stubborn as I am,"

“Lisa? Is that you behind those oversized shades?” I looked up, squinting against the harsh glare of the sun reflecting off the Atlantic. Standing there was Toby. Toby was “normal” personified. We had gone to high school together . He was wearing a faded band tee, his hair was a mess of salt-crusted blonde curls, and he smelled like coconut tanning oil and old surfboards. “Toby,” I breathed, and for the first time in weeks, a genuine smile touched my lips. “I didn’t think you’d be back from UCSD yet.”