“What?” Tim’s gruff voice almost pushed you over the edge with the laughter that was threatening to spill past your lips. His dark eyes burned into you and frustration quickly rose in his body. “What?” He repeated once more as if it would make you spill the truth. “Nothing, nothing.” You shake your head, waving him off with a smug smile, eyes darting over to Toby who had his face buried into a bowl of cereal. You could see the muscles straining on him to not burst out laughing. Tim on the other hand looked between the two of you, eyes narrowing and jaw ticking. “Fine.” He spat out, turning around abruptly and storming out of the living room area.

The moment he left you and Toby doubled over in laughter, eyes squeezed shut and wheezes coming from him. That stupid wheezy laugh. “Did you draw a dick on his forehead?!” You gasped out between laughter, hands clutching your sides as Toby threw his head back with more maniacal laughter and slapped at his thigh. “Yes!” He cackled. “Oh my God, he’s going to kill you.” You breathed out, the laughter dying down and you rubbed at your sides. “H-hey! I wasn’t the-the only one toooo do it!” Toby pointed a playful accusing finger at you with a scowl. Your hands shot up in your defense. “But it was your idea.” You shot back cockily. Toby only slumped back in the torn recliner and huffed. “Y-Yeah yeah.” He huffed.

It was silent for a few moments before you went to speak again only to be abruptly cut off by a furious shout that came from the bathroom. Your head snapped towards Toby’s and his head snapped towards you. “Run?” You whisper and he nodded, standing up and sending his bowl of cereal to the floor and he booked it out the front door of the cabin with you hot on his trail. You ran straight into the rain. The two of you didn’t care if you had shoes or your jackets, you just ran. Stupid grins on your faces and fingers intertwined.