He kissed him. Ron kissed him with passion, hungrily as if the very air he would later breathe depended on/upon it. And Toby, he kissed back just as eagerly.

They stayed like that for a while, for as long as they could. Breathing heavily against each other while the SpongeBob theme tune raged on in the background.

When they broke apart, they each sighed. It was a relieved sigh. They felt as if their mission was complete, they felt as if an overbearing, overwhelming weight had been lifted off of their shoulders.

They gently smiled at each other as their breathing began to calm down.

They couldn't believe what had happened, or maybe they could. They just didn't want to, in fear of it being little more than a dream.

Although, Toby supposed/mused dreams didn't feel like this. They weren't like that.

Dreams, sure they were sweet, sure they were a pleasant sense of what could be but you could never (a person could never) (truly) feel them  like they could reality. Yes, you could get the odd faraway feeling, a tease of what could be (the teasing of what could be, what could've been.)

But real life was the only paradise, the only true paradise for it lied and it lied well for what would a/their utopia be without a little deceit?

And that, that was what assured Toby that it was not (wasn't) a dream.

Author's Notes:
Yay! Yahooo! I finally finished something/a story on Wattpad.

And yes, I do know the beginning was horrible 😂.

You can, of course, feel free to tell me so if you wish 😂.