o is for the only one i see ---- finoby

Valentine's day was fast approaching, and had constantly been in the back of Toby's mind. He remembered the last Valentine's day they'd had together. They'd been a couple for two months or so, and then Finnegan just completely forgot about the important couple holiday. This year, it made Toby nervous to think about what it could mean if Finn forgot again. Did it mean that he didn't value their relationship enough to remember the simple holiday? It was on the same day every year, after all. Toby tried not to think into it too much, but it was near impossible to push away completely. He also knew that he had used up basically all of his resources putting together their anniversary date, and therefore had no plan for Valentine's. Assuming Finn didn't, either, Tobias would have to merely resort to a simple and calm approach.

"He'll love them," Toby assured her, a small smile on his face as his eyes looked at the beautiful multicolored arrangement of flowers in his hands. Then, he raised his sight to the girl who had given it to him. It was a small girl with dark brunette hair, approximately twelve years of age. He had requested a Demeter camper to create a floral arrangement for him to give to Finn, and they put the little girl on the job right away, promising that she had the perfect eye for floral design. They hadn't lied. "Thank you very much," he said, graciously. The girl assured him it was no big deal, and then went skipping back inside her cabin whose walls breathed life into the plants which crawled up its walls.

Quickly, Toby bustled over to the Athena cabin. It was like a second home to him, and it was instinctive by now to walk in without knocking and awaiting assistance. He knew basically all the rooms in the cabin, most importantly the foyer and Finn's bunk. Holding the flowers tightly, he began his search for Finnegan. He found him not in the living room, and continued to the boy's room. He walked in, half-expecting to find the boy combing his hair or getting on some clothes. Instead, he found him asleep with his head tilted backwards and his mouth gaping open. His body was slumped backwards in a wooden chair, and an open book lay at his feet haphazardly as if it had slipped from his lap. Toby watched the boy in disbelief for a few seconds. Was it true that he had really forgotten the date, again? As cute as Finn looked at the moment, Toby was upset.

Resting the flowers on the nightstand beside Finnegan's bed, Tobias moved over to the boy in the chair and knelt down, picking up the book, reading the title. Hadn't he caught Finn doing the exact same thing last Valentine's day? Sleeping with some books? Toby tossed the book carelessly onto the bed, watching it bounce slightly before coming to a rest. He wasn't sure how to wake Finn at this point. In fact, he was a little bit tempted to leave and see if he woke up and came searching for him. As Toby could recall, last year he woke Finn gently on Valentine's day with a small nudge. This time would be a little bit different. First, he took Finn's face gently in both hands and planted a delicate kiss to his forehead, soft enough as to not wake the boy. Then, he moved to the back of Finn's chair, grabbed the two sides of it, and dumped the boy forward.

When he saw Finn awake in a panicked confusion, he felt a little bit bad. He hoped that he hadn't hurt the boy too much. It was just supposed to be a shocking awakening, not a violent act. When Finn stood, Toby moved around the chair and stood in front of the tall boy with his arms crossed. The kiss on the cheek was the typical greeting that Finn always seemed to use. He didn't return the favor, nor the greeting. He merely stood as more of a presence than a boyfriend. He waited until Finn asked what was wrong, but rather than answering the question, he allowed the silence between them to stir. When Finn saw the flowers on the bed, a look of confusion and then sudden realization swept over his face. Finally he realized what was wrong. Was it really such an easy feat to forget Valentine's?

"It's Valentine's day," he stated bluntly. As he looked at Finn, there was disappointment in his eyes. But, more than anything, there was a sadness. He felt like Finnegan should have remembered, and it upset him greatly that he didn't. Unable to stay very angry, he dropped his crossed arms and let them hang by his sides in dejection. "I thought you would have remembered by now," he said quietly. Shaking his head, he walked over to the bed and picked up the flowers that he had gotten. They really were beautiful, and gave off a subtly sweet scent. He carried them over to Finn and offered them out. "Well, these are for you babe, anyway."

Tobias was really regretting not planning anything. He subconsciously was expecting Finn to have planned something. But now they would have to do something last-minute. At this point, Toby's mind began to slowly make its way towards the insecure thoughts that so often haunted him. For example, on of the thoughts that shot into his mind first was 'Did Finn actually forget Valentine's day? Or did he not do anything on purpose?' And then there was the insecure possible answer to that one that whispered 'Maybe he meant to break up.' But then, why would he kiss Toby on the cheek? That certainly wasn't a typical thing to do when you wanted to break up with someone. Still, he shifted in place uneasily as his mind came up with diabolical thoughts about how all of this could be his fault, and he began to beat himself up inside.

Toby watched Finn take the flowers and then let them fall to his side with his hands, somewhat unappreciative, which made Toby's face flush a bit more of a defined pink color. He felt bad that his flowers didn't mean much to the boy, regretting the fact that he had decided not to get a bigger present. Toby recalled the gift that Finn had given him for their anniversary. It was simple, just a picture of the two of them, set in a nice frame, but it meant so much to Toby. He put it right next to his bed, and every time he looked at it he was overwhelmed with the most indescribable feeling for Finn, a feeling fit so simply into a small word like love. There wasn't really a present that he could think of that could top that one, but now he wished he'd gone with something a little better than flowers.

When Finnegan began to move around, Toby became a little bit concerned. What was he doing? Did he forget something else? He leaned to the side to try to see around the boy and see what he was doing, but he didn't really know. Finally, Finn turned and Toby saw in his hand a white envelope. Confused and a little bit surprised. When he was directed to open it, his mind immediately began to jump. Was this Finn's Valentine's gift? It was possible that, though he thought it was the thirteenth, he could have gotten something before. Toby's fingers worked the paper, prying open the envelope. He glanced inside at the contents, and moved a couple of things up with his thumb. Seeing what they were, his eyebrows flew up, and his head raised slowly to look at Finn.

"You got us Rangers tickets??" Toby gawked. He loved Hockey. It wasn't one of America's biggest sports, but growing up somewhere as close to Canada as New York and living in a climate that made Hockey an accessible sport drew him to it. He'd never played, but he loved watching it be played. How Finn knew, he had no idea. He never recalled ever telling the boy that he liked hockey, or even mentioning it. He looked back down at the tickets. Valentine's day. They could still go.

Toby jumped forward and flung his arms around Finnegan, pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you so much!" he said, excitedly. Finn definitely pulled through this time. His mistake proved to be nothing because of his advanced planning, which was an attribute that Toby wasn't sure Finn possessed. He was so wrong, but it was a good surprise.