A Gift with a Curse

Chapter 1

I groaned as once again, Toby's huge frame got tangled in the thick, prickly bushes. He looked up at me sheepishly.

"We all can't be small and agile as you, Av." He said, making me scowl. Even when he is stuck, he can't help but poke at the size I am.

"Fine, I guess you don't need my help. I'll just leave and go home." I said, raising my eyebrows and throwing my hands up in mock defeat.

"Wait! You know I didn't mean it Avalon, I promise I'll never make fun of you again."

I rolled my eyes but smiled. These conversations are always never true of course. Within the next five minutes after I get him out, he will be making fun of me again. I took hold of his shirt and yanked him out of the bushes. Despite my small size, I was blessed with strength in this small body. Toby brushed off his frame and turned to grin at me. I could not help but grin back. 

That's how Toby makes you feel. Giddy and happy inside. It's just his aura that makes you feel comfortable. But he is a total package, from my sisters reference. Bright blue eyes, six feet, brown hair styled nicely. He is quite wealthy, yet it doesn't go into his head. Athletic with strong muscles and a face so handsome, well... Even a murderer would spare him. 

Toby Aaron McHeath. 

Number one boy sought in our school and yet, he is here with me. Why? Cause I made him; and it's because he happens to be my best friend. I just happen to be another face in the crowd, with a best friend. That's it. Nothing special. A plain Jane. I prefer it that way. I can walk down the hall and no one would know if I am here or gone. I can hiding from the opinionated crowd, who has a ridiculous opinion on your mother's father's dog. My sister on the other hand, is the one who upholds all standard in high school. She is the one you wanted to be. She decided what was in, and what was out. Toby was very 'in', and I was very out.

"Av."

It's strange to think Toby and I were even friends, let alone best friends. We are dual opposites. He thinks getting drunk off his ass is the time of his life. My view of a fun time was sitting at home. Nothing else. Just sitting.

"Ava."

Drawing is cool too. You let your hand run along the page, and you create an image. You can express anger, or sadness. Precise or loose. You discover more about yourself, as a person. It's great.

"Avalon short-stack Roland!" A pair of hands shook me aggressively from behind.

"WHAT IN THE GOD'S NAME DO YOU WANT?" Whipping around, looking up at Toby. He had an apologetic look on his face, hands up in surrender.

"I was just wondering why we were out here, until you got lost in your thoughts again." He mumbled, casting his eyes down to the ground. Now I feel bad. I walked towards him, arms out for an apologetic hug. Suddenly, I was on the ground with a extremely heavy weight sitting on my torso. The bastard tackled me!

"YOU'RE KILLING ME! GET OFF!" I gasped out between painful breaths, painfully.

"Not until I get apology." He says, crossing his arms and pouting.

"I'm sorry! Now get off!"

There was a small pause from him. "And I get a kiss."

"Not happening. No."

"Yes."

"NO. GET OFF."

"A kiss from the Princess will make this go away."

"I am not a Princess!" 

"You are very high maintenance, Av."

"Fine." I sighed. "Hop off first would ya?"

He happily rolls off, and I take a deep well-needed gasp of air. I lay there for a few moments, 'til blue eyes popped into my vision.

"Oi! I was looking at the stars, 'til you ruined it!" I exclaimed.

"Kissy kiss for Toby!" He made a fish face, crossing his eyes while doing so. I got up slowly, my ribs slightly sore. Once I was standing, I faced Toby. He smirked at me. He moved to close the very little space between us, looking straight down at me. I look up reluctantly, pouting slightly. He moved his head down, eyes closing.

Here's my chance!

I hooked my foot to the back of his heel, and pushed. He hit the ground harsh, wheezing as the breath was knocked out of him. He was back on his feet in a flash and began to chase me. I ran through back through the thorns we came though, the sound of our laughter heard by each other.