Ticcimask"Hey Masky! Masky, heyy!"
Masky growled. "Toby, you do this every day! Shut up!" He yelled.
"But Masky, I need help!" Toby yelled from the kitchen.
Masky walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Toby, if you're going to do that 'hey Masky' thing again..." Masky warned.
"No! I need help getting something!" Toby answered. He was standing on a wobbly stool, reaching into the top cabinet.
Masky walked over next to Toby.
"What ya need help getting?" He asked.
"A plate. For my waffles." Toby answered as he wobbled on the stool and started to fall.
"Woah!" Masky cried as he caught Toby before he fell.
They stood for a few seconds in silence.
"Uh... T-thanks, Masky," Toby said.
Masky forgot he was still holding Toby and let go.
"No problem, Toby," he said.
Toby looked at Masky and got a crazy thought.
Toby pulled down his mouth guard off real fast. Then he tore off Masky's mask and kissed him.
Masky's eyes widened. What was Toby doing?! But the weird thing was, Masky didn't try to pull away.
Toby broke the kiss a couple seconds later and blushed.
"S-sorry, Masky," Toby said.
Masky hugged him "its OK Toby..." He said.
Toby smiled. "Masky, can I tell you something?"
"I love you..."