|Then Suddenly Everything was Different
Author: luckyendings PM
Seven year old Anita goes to live with her mysterious godfather, Toby Turner, leaving behind Niceville, Florida and into a whole new life under the care of a man she never knew. A Tobuscus FanFic.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 14 - Words: 14,645 - Reviews: 62 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 50 - Updated: 08-25-12 - Published: 05-22-12 - id: 8141409
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She was a pretty little thing. Almost a head shorter than Toby, her dark auburn hair was pulled out of her face with a pair of pink sunglasses. She had on a purple flowery sundress that flowed just below her knees. Around her shoulder a little white bag was slung. When she saw Toby's wave, a big grin painted her face and she raised her own hand in return.
I didn't think she had noticed me yet so I didn't move to greet her. Turning away, I looked at the ground, eyes averted.
Her sandals slapped the tiles as she walked over to our table. Stealing a chair from an empty table, she dragged it over so she sat next to Toby and me. She plopped her purse on the ground beside it.
Before sitting she greeted me, "Hey, Anita!"
"Ant, this is Olga," Toby gestured toward her.
"Hello," I muttered.
"Olga, this is Ant."
"Ant?" she asked.
Olga laughed. It was higher pitched than her voice and sounded airy, like a lazy summer breeze. "I guess that works. Well then, Ant. You've already got a pet name from Toby. You should be happy." She had a Russian accent. Not to strong but strong enough that it was recognizable.
I nodded and kept a straight face. By now she had slid herself into the chair and pulled in close to the table. I took another huge bite into my apple fritter to keep from talking.
"Anita, Olga is going to hang out with you while I'm gone for work sometimes, is that okay?" Toby whispered, as if Olga couldn't hear. I glanced over at her and saw that she was looking at me intensely with gray-blue eyes, as if she really wanted to know what I would say.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't expect Toby to ask me. Did he really want to know my opinion on the matter? He had said Anita this time so it must've gotten serious. Good gravy, what do I tell him? The truth?
"I don't know, can she?
"Yeah, she can," Toby said, "But it depends on how you two get along. How about we wait a bit longer before you make your decision?"
I nodded again and Olga agreed with a little, "Alright."
He smiled, "See? You're all ready thinking alike!" And he sunk his teeth into the pastry.
We finished up at the coffee shop and drove home. Olga was going to Toby's in her own car, so it was just me and him again.
She had asked me all these questions, some of which I didn't have a good answer too: Favorite song? I like a lot of songs. Favorite color? Green (but it'll probably blue tomorrow). What do you like to do? Read… Can you play any instruments? No.
I got more and more unsure of myself at each question until it was finally time to go. It wasn't her fault; she just made me realize that I didn't as much about myself as I thought, so I got uncomfortable and self-conscious.
On the way home I kept the lemonade bottle in between my knees, numbing the skin. Toby kept his hand on the cold plastic of his coffee cup in the holder that he used as an arm rest, his left hand tapping on the wheel to another unrecognizable song.
The beat was a nice one, though, so I secretly swung my feet against the bottom of the seat along with it. Eventually the chorus got to me and I slowly swayed my head side to side as well. I loved the sound of that violin in the back, singing perfectly with the twang of guitar.
Olga had reached Toby's house before us, I recognized her car in the drive way.
"She's already inside?" I questioned when I didn't see her.
"Yeah, she knows where the secret key is. You should know where that is too, but remember: It's a secret. Okay, Ant?"
"Okay." I hopped out of the car and scuttled over to the door where Toby showed me the key's hiding place.
Haha, you thought I was going to tell you? Remember: It's a secret.
He did the same thing as the other day, where he completely covered me with his body so he could lean over and open the door. I pulled my head down so it didn't jab Toby's chest.
"Olga?" He cried inside when he pushed through the door.
"And there's Toby!" We heard her exclaim from the other room.
"Stay here," he whispered into my ear and left my side in the door frame.
"Why are you vlogging in my HOUSE?" Toby screams at her.
"AH! He beats me! HEBEATSMERUN!" I listen intently as they chase each other in circles, squealing. Olga was holding a little pink camera in her hand, pointing it at herself. When they flew through the living room, I ducked, feeling like I was intruding on something sacred.
She slipped on the carpet and tumbled onto the couch, throwing her head back with laughter as Toby fell on top of her.
He exaggerated heavy grunting and moans of pain.
I giggled from where I crouched and stared in wonder.
"Alright, I stopped it," she tried to say between laughs, bringing the camera to her side.
They were so engrossed on giggling together, settling into actual sitting positions on the soft couch that I thought they'd forgotten I was there. He brought his arm around her shoulders and sighed, calming his toothy grin into a small smile.
"Ant, can you c'mere?"
I shuffled over, sitting on the armrest with my feet resting in the space next to where Toby sat.
"I think I owe you an explanation of what it is I really do."