felt it once before*[HARLYN]

[TOBIAS ANTHONY WARREN]

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backseat serenade dizzy hurricane,

It was over. He felt like he was in so much pain. Toby needed someone. This was the hardest part about being the guy that was only mostly friendly with people. He was the guy that people looked for when they wanted a good time. But when it was the other way around, they didn’t want much to do with it. Plus, Toby was supposed to be the strong one. Ever since he found out he could really contribute to the family by marriage, he had been determined to be the perfect husband. Husbands were strong and didn’t carry any baggage. They let their wives cry on their shoulder without judgment while afterwards putting on their favorite show as you got them some ice cream. Tell her she was beautiful everyday she woke up. Out of the four other engagements he had, Daisy had been the one who he thought he would do that with the most. The best. He felt like he had liked her like no one else. Love? Had it been? He was convinced.

But it was over. His parents had a full blow-out with hers. Daisy was a rebel and he was sure that she would go and see him, but Toby wasn’t a rebel. He would feel bad to whoever he got engaged to next that he was going behind her back. Love or not, he had an obligation to fill. That probably just made it hurt worse. That what was keeping them really a part was him. His values. Though he would love nothing more than to toss them over his shoulder and continue, he couldn’t. That wasn’t him. He just knew the entire time he would be fretting over everything. So it was officially over. There was no more of her sweet face smiling up at him. Not having her in his arms was going to kill him. An experience like this hadn’t happened to him before, but he heard the rumors about what it felt like. Every single rumor was true. Toby wanted it to go away, but the poor boy didn’t have the slightest clue to get rid of it. A distraction and someone to talk to seemed like the best option.

Which was why Harlyn Hope was now the contact he was searching for in his phone. He didn’t know what it was about that sweet gal that he enjoyed. It was probably her humor and her overall good heartness. She kind of reminded him of those sweet coffee girls on TV. Yeah, those were great. He hadn’t expected them to click as well as they did. At first, she was just someone to talk to who seemed to care about what he had to say- a rarity in itself. Then she ended up being… well great on the other side of things. Considering it was hard to find a window between Toby’s engagements, he did say he tried for it when he could. Except, that made him sound like a pig, and he didn’t mean it like that either. He meant he was a guy, and she was a wonderful beautiful woman, so it just happened to work out like that. Toby needed her now more than ever. Of all the rumors he heard, he also heard of the rumors that worked to ease it up a little bit. This was one he was going to try out.

Once he got her answer that she was free, he drove to her house. Honestly, very dangerously, he didn’t remember most of the drive. He just kept his hands on the wheel, gripping it like it was the last thing he’d do. The top was down and his green eyes focused forward, uncertain how to really react. How far was acceptable for what he was going through? Toby was so clueless. He hated the feeling, and the feeling came to him often. It was the same feeling he got when he raised his hand and answered the question to where everyone busted up. They all thought he was kidding. Toby really thought it was the answer. Shaking his head, he realized how much he really actually needed Harlyn. Even if she wasn’t… in any mood, he could talk, right? Judgment was the last thing he was expecting from her, and perhaps that was the best. He parked the car and hobbled up the steps, putting both hands in his pockets and looking similar to a large beaten dog as he knocked on the door. He was already looking down at the ground, waiting for the light from the house to force him to look at her.

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[HARLYN RAE HOPE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i'll break your fall, just tell me when and where If there was one thing you could say without a doubt about Miss Harlyn Hope, it was the fact that she was loyal and almost to a fault. Honestly, you could cross the girl again and again and she’d be over it in a blink of an eye. Part of it had to do with her laidback personality, sure, but the rest of it came from the fact that once she loved you, that was it. She loved you and fiercely, at that. You’d have to do something beyond horrible, past unforgivable, for her to take that back. Of course, that was why once you did something unspeakable, she held an unbreakable grudge against you. Once you were friends with Harlyn, you had a friend for life, regardless of whether that was a good thing or not. Which was why if you ever needed Harlyn for anything, all you had to do was call her and she’d drop everything for you. It didn’t matter if she’d just seen you yesterday or hadn’t seen you in a year, as was the case with Toby. She honestly didn’t know the last time she had even heard from the guy. Last the werewolf knew, he had headed back to his hometown, but she didn’t remember how long ago. People moved around too much for Harlyn to be able to keep track of them. It didn’t change anything though. Toby was asking for her help and Harlyn was going to give it to him. She had been in the middle of packing a bowl when he had contacted her. With that plan out the window, she put the pipe and her weed back into the top drawer of her dresser and went about tidying up her apartment while she waited for Toby to get there. Harlyn usually didn’t worry about the cleanliness of her apartment when people were coming over. It was really hard to keep tidy, seeing as how it really was just one big room with the bathroom being the only exception. And anyone who knew Harlyn also knew she wasn’t an organized person. She still had boxes from when she had moved in a couple of years ago, too lazy to unpack. Piles of random crap had amassed in different corners as well. The only reason Harlyn was doing this at all was because she was worried about Toby. There was a nervous sort of energy flowing through the werewolf. He had sounded terribly upset and she was afraid of him doing something dumb on his way over here or somehow getting into trouble. Driving in that state of mind was never a good idea. She should’ve offered to go over to his place and if she had been thinking clearly, that was exactly what she would’ve done. But they had hung up before the suggestion even popped into her mind, so now she was left worrying. A wave of relief washed through the girl at the sound of a knock at her door, though it quickly disappeared the moment she opened the door. Harlyn was pretty sure she had never seen him looking so heartbroken and pitiful, and that in itself broke her heart. “Oh sweetie,” Harlyn said, before lightly placing a hand on his arm. “Come inside.” She guided him through the door, shutting it behind him before leading him to her mattress on the floor. It was really the only place to sit in her tiny apartment, other than at her rickety, mismatching kitchen table and chairs. The werewolf hadn’t gotten around to buying any other furniture, mostly because she didn’t have the money for it. Harlyn felt bad for it now, though. She couldn’t imagine it was too comfortable of a place for Toby to sit, considering his legs were so long and there was little room for him to put them anywhere. It’d have to do though. The werewolf sat on the mattress so she was facing him, crossing her legs in front of herself. She leaned forward to lightly touch his hair and his face, her hand coming to rest on his cheek. Harlyn had always found people touching her hair and face grounding when you felt like you were losing control. It brought you back in, made you focus on those touches. She didn’t know if that’d hold true with Toby, but it was worth a try, right? “Tell me what’s wrong,” Harlyn said quietly, knowing she couldn’t help him until she knew what exactly was wrong. words: enough - tags: toby/emily - outfit: link