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he leans his cheek against the top of her head once itâs on his shoulder, a slight giggle escaping his lips when she rubs his arm. âthat kinda tickles.â toby moves her head to shake it at her words. âyâdidnât ruin it.â he knows sheâll try to keep arguing, but itâs their usual. nothing out of the ordinary for them to bicker a bit. it was half the reason people always thought they were together anyways. i just donât like hitting people.â heâs always been more a lover instead of a fighter. anyone with eyes could see that. âyâdid?â eyes glance down at her before shifting to the roa in front of them then. his head shakes again. âi think i just wanna sleep. this all kinda tired me out.â
artie couldnât help but laugh as well when she heard tobyâs giggle and nodded, âsorry, yâwant me to stop?â she asked, though she had no intention to stop. she sighed as he argued back and let him have the victory this time. she wasnât really in the mood to argue about it and instead just nodded. âokay.â she said softly, ânah, you did. youâre the one in the class, not me. iâm just your ghost writer.â she laughed, nodding slowly as she listened to him. âi could get on board with sleeping.â she checked her phone to see how far the car was from them and sighed again as she placed it back in her lap. âyâwanna watch trash tv and eat junk food? âcause i think thereâs new episodes out of long island medium and the kardashians. we could be set for, like, hours.â














