<sup>Toby rolled over on his bed, his eyes fluttered open to stare at the alarm clock that was mysteriously buzzing. He hadn't set the damn thing to beeping and not radio, had he? Gah. He groaned and slammed his fist down on it, turning the annoying racket off. Laying there for a few moments, Toby felt like falling back asleep, but he forced himself to stay awake and get up from his very comfortable position. What was today again? ... Saturday! And oh yea! He had promised his best friend he'd go to the mall with her today. Slightly moaning about the aspect of having to go shopping(although he rather enjoyed it if it was with his friends), Toby stood up from the bed, bumping into his dresser and then picking out a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt that read "Eye Heart U" on the front in deep red lettering on a black shirt. Wasn't his favourite shirt, but he shrugged and went off to the bathroom to shower and get ready. After doing just that, his hair touseled and left to dry on it's own accord in it's own way, he couldn't care less if it was messed up, Toby scrounged up some breakfast. Fruit Loops. His favourite.

Toby looked over at a clock, it was nearing 11:30, and their set time to meet at the mall was 12:30, so he had an hour before he had to be there. He wasn't really ever late for anything, although most people would say otherwise. He just told them they were early. A smile came to his face as he thought about meeting Delilah. She was an awesome girl, and he loved her more than anything. Deciding to leave his dorm, as he didn't want to spend any time there because it was increidbly boring and he might as well get going anyway, Toby grabbed a black and grey striped hoodie from a hook hanging close to the door. He also grabbed the keys to his '65, fully working, Ford Mustang. He loved that black car. A bit of rust was around the fenders, but that couldn't be helped. It was an older car. He almost forgot his wallet, but turned back before he closed the door and quickily grabbed it out of a wooden bowl sitting close to the door on a little table.

Toby hopped into his car and drove off campus toward Noai Central, the mall. On the way there he listened to the radio, which was telling him that it was supposed to be a nice sunny day. Looking out the window, the radio man was actually right for a change. The sun was shining, and Toby smiled, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on. On arrival, he pulled into the closest parking spot he could find and jumped out, looking for Delilah on the way in to the mall. He checked his watch; he wasn't late. Hopefully she wouldn't be either.</sup>

<sup>He didn't have to wait long, out of the corner of his eye he saw the familiar lovely lady skipping toward him. Toby's face broke out into a grin, hearing his name being called. She was so different from what she used to be around him. She used to be all distant and barely talk to him at all. But of course, he got her to open up in the two years he's known her. His energetic, talkativeness must have rubbed off on her, because now she was smiling and skipping her heart out. When she came up to him and looked down at his shirt he did likewise, looking back up at her when she said she hearted him as well. "Good. Because if you didn't, I'd have to kill you. Or you know, forcably make you adore me." Toby said, raising his hands to do an immitation of Mr Burns from The Simpsons evil hand movements, like when he said 'excelent'.

Toby couldn't help but laugh, looking up at the tall doors of the mall. "So, we actually need something here?" He asked, changing the subject slightly. "Or we just gonna have some fun?" Toby didn't care for having to actually pick up something that they needed. That type of shopping, for him, was in, get what you need, and out as soon as possible. Unlike when friends went shopping for fun, he could spend hours in one store, trying everything on or laughing at the stupid crap some stores sold.

Toby started up the couple of steps to the door, opening the full window door, letting Delilah go ahead of him. So gentalmanly. Not really. He was brought up to open doors for the ladies and had even done it for the little girls in his elementary school when he was younger. They gushed over that and thought he was the most cutest thing in the world. Being young and thinking girl's had cooties, he just opened the door and left without saying a word, just trying to do what his mother told him and then leave the icky girls to their giggling.</sup>

<sup>Toby rolled his eyes, of course she'd try to blame the alarm clock for it's own fate. The thing wasn't even alive! It was a peice of machinery designed to wake people up, yet Delilah thought it was the devil or something, but she kept on buying a new one. The wacked up girl. But Toby loved her nonetheless. "Right." He responded, shaking his head a bit.

Oh yeah, she was right, he wanted her, that was for sure. But no way in heck would he tell her without a joking tone in his voice. That would just be awkward and probably end up with them drifting apart in their friendship, which would be a much harder heartbreak than what he was going through right now. He couldn't live without Delilah. "Oh yea baby, you know it." He said, licking his lips in a suggestive manner, then laughed along with her, a grin on his face. His smile grew a bit bigger when she wrapped her arms around him, and he in turn put a arm around her waist. He laughed at what she said next. Yeah right, he had a feeling that most girls he'd ever meet in his lifetime would just want to be friends with him, and nothing more. Most people didn't even know he did have a caring romantic side. But he did, it was just hidden. Because, well, he didn't have anyone to show it too. Well, he had had a girlfriend in the past. But those few little things were basically just flings that lasted, at tops, a month. Nothing too serious.

Toby snorted, captain? Him? Suuuure, whatever. "Hmm.... well my beautiful hostage, I'd say to the bedding department in Wal Mart." Toby said, a wicked grin on his face. Of course he didn't mean it. He'd never force anyone into anything, expecially in.... Walmart. But on a more serious note, "Lets walk and see if we come across anything remotely interesting."</sup>

<sup>Toby mocked surprised, what was wrong with Walmart bedding? It was plush, just like any other home decor place. Maybe a bit more open, but that was the kinky part, was it not? Okay, remember that, Delilah didn't think sex in Walmart beds was romantic enough. Maybe... Sears Home? Oh yeah, she was probably a Sears girl. He laughed mentally at himself. Nah, he really wasn't that shallow, he just liked to joke.

Delilah and her Starbucks. It was basically past a normal obsession. It was an addiction. An obsessive addiction that she basically couldn't live without, at least it seemed like that to Toby. But he couldn't really argue, he could go for a cup of java. Although he really adored the Green Tea Fraps himself. Or... A strawberry Frap. Those were excelent as well. Mind you, anything coming from Starbucks was probably amazing. "Noted." He responded, nodding his head. Hopefully he wouldn't forget.

As the mischevious grin spread across her face, a worried one materialized on his. Wait... make-a-whatas? Makeovers!? As in 10 year old girls smothing their younger brother and making him put on a dress and red lipstick make overs? Um... how about no? "N..." He started to object, stopping when she questioned his manhood. Oh no, not another Delilah set up. She would make him do something so incredibly stupid. But... it was all for fun, yes? He let her explain the rules, taking into consideration of what she might do to his perfectness that was him. While thinking of whether or not to accept, his tongue played with his lip ring on the inside of his mouth, after about 10 seconds he gave up. "Okay fine, deal" He said, sighing. He'd have to win, no way could he tell her his deepest secret. He'd have to lie, it'd be too awkward if he didn't.</sup>

<sup>No green hair? Damn. He thought she'd look excellent with green hair. Actually, no he didn't, but it would be funny, right? Right. "Fiiiine, ruin my master plan." Toby said, putting a glum look on his face as he pouted about her silly little rule. "If I can't dye your hair green, then you can't cut my hair." He said, stating the one thing he couldn't live with. Short hair was a big no no for him. It was icky, and he adored his long locks. He wouldn't care if she dyed his hair green, as long as it wasn't snot green or some other disgusting colour.

And the rules continued, just like Delilah always did. Once she got going on something like this, she never really shut up. But it was always great fun in the end. Especially this whole thing about getting to do whatever the hell he wanted with her. Fun fun, that was for sure. "Alright." He said, a grin spreading across his face, "ya done yabberin'?" Toby couldn't wait to get started, a mental picture of Delilah with black hair (not permanent, of course. She'd probably kill him) and total gothness cloaked his mind, making his grin even bigger.

He didn't wait for a reply. "Come." He said, taking hold of her wrist and pulling her along to the store that she had spotted just a moment earlier that had led to this makeover idea. It was full of baggy pants, black clothes, dark hoodies, and grunge type of wear. Yep, boyish, g-unit type clothing for her. That would be perfect. Into the store he went, going through the first rack he saw, pulling out a pair of pants that looked like the person wearing them would trip over the crotch. He showed it to his friend, wiggling his eyebrows at her in an amused way.</sup>

<sup>Good. No hair cutting for Toby; he'd kill the first person he saw if he woke up one morning with short or no hair. That's why he loved to have Delilah around at parties when he knew he was going to get totally wasted, she'd stop him from doing something incredibly stupid. Eh, hair colouring he could live with. You could easily just dye it again. And hell with her not yabbering. She was constantly yabbering! The girl didn't know herself. Toby's eyes got wide as she said he was mean to her. "I am not! I love you like a little fat boy loves cake." He told her with a smile on his face and a brisk nod.

Toby grinned at her expression when he pulled out the pair of jeans. It was great, and he wished he had a camera to capture the look. It was simply brilliant. "Gangster wannabe." Toby said in a mocking voice, making fun of how she said those two words. She was such a funny girl. "I do not care." He said in reply to her not being able to walk in clothes. Yeah right. Lies, that was what that was. He looked at the size, which was a medium. Yeah right like that would ever fit her. She was so skinny. "Lets see..." He said to himself, going back to the rack to find a small.

"Here ya go." He said, grin still on his face as he plucked the smaller pants from the rack and shoved them at Delilah. "I'm really gonna put you in those and it shall look good and of course, merciless torture is in order." Toby said, "remember, it was your idea." It was this or... hmm... he didn't really have any other ideas at the moment.</sup>