You're the Colour, the Movement and the Spin
Chapter One: The Unraveling

Spencer gripped the steering wheel as the large silver van came to a stop in front of the motel, her fingers sliding down to the ignition and turned the key until the soft hum of the engine was no longer heard. She let out a shaky breath as the passenger of the vehicle opened the door and slamming it behind him, making his way to the back of the van, and lifting up the trunk and shuffling around, searching for his belongings.

Toby.

She turned around to look at him, only to see that he was in fact looking back at her, a small smirk graving his features. Spencer gave him one of her most convincingfake smile and turned around, observing him through her rear-view mirror. She couldn't look at him, not right now, without feeling guilty and somewhat responsible for the situation that the boy way in.

He had approached her that morning on her daily morning run, -why Spencer felt the need to go by said boys house that morning while her usual route was nowhere near his house was still a mystery to her- and explained his situation, how he needed her help, how he felt so uncomfortable and unsafe in his own house that he needed to get away, even for only a day. She just nodded and smiled, telling him she knew the feeling, only to be met with a questioning glance, but the statement wasn't brought up again as Spencer began making arrangements for later that day.

And that's where she found herself now, in front of some ratty motel staring at the boy through her rear-view mirror. Though she had told herself that she was only doing this because she could sympathize with him, she knew otherwise, she was doing this because she felt {guilty}, and she was hoping that by doing this the guilt of everything she had done to him would go away, but it didn't, every time she would even let her eyes wonder to his face, she could feel the guilt spring to life.

This was her fault.

It was her fault Toby was blamed for starting the fire in the garage and it was her fault that he was blamed for trying to her his step sister, it was |her| fault that he was sent a w a y for a year, it was her fault that he was hated by everyone, it was |her| fault that he was an outcast and that no one trusted him and it was |h e r| fault that he was going to be stuck in his ratty hotel instead of sleeping in his own bed.

Everything was her fault, and the guilt was continuing to pile up every day, every day that she continued to talk to him, every day that she realized that she was wrong and that he wasn't who she thought he was and every day that she realized that she could change everything…but she was too scared to do it.

Spencer finally managed to pull her eyes away from him to open her door, her body becoming cold as she stepped out from the heated vehicle. She slightly winced at the loud smacking sound the trunk made as she came face to face with the boy that held all of her guilt, and she smiled slightly before looking away.

"Are you…sure you want to stay here?" Spencer asked, trying to relieve some of the tension only she seemed to be feeling.

"I can't handle another fight with Jenna," Toby replied, and another spark of guilt lite in her, "and I don't think your parents are going to offer me the guest room."

"It's my fault she's making your life so miserable" it's my fault your life is so miserable is what she really wanted to say, but she couldn't, because if she said it out loud she would have to deal with it, she would have to face what she had done…to really deal with what she had done to him.

Toby just shrugged, "I didn't have to take her phone," and he smiled, knowing that she felt responsible for his situation, and taking some of the blame himself.

"How'd she know it was you?" Spencer asked, looking anywhere but his eyes.
"It was a beautiful day out" she thought, trying to keep her thoughts from swing back in to her guilty mind.

"She doesn't…but with Jenna, suspicion is enough" he explained readjusting his backpack onto his shoulder, still being able to see the tense and defensive look in her eyes.

"I'm really sorry," .for everything. Spencer finally looked up at him, her stomach tightening and her body becoming stiff.

"It's okay," he gently reassured her, but in Spencer's twisted mind it only made her feel w o r s e.

"My folks will be back on Monday and they usually make a decent buffer," Toby laughed, trying to lighten the situation. Shelikedhimhislaugh.

"You never talk about your parents," she told him, her curiosity getting the better of her, why couldn't she just shutupshutupshutup.

"Either do you," he countered her, and Spencer straightened herself up, going into defensive mode, only to let herself relax slightly when meeting his gaze.

"yeah…well…" she licked her lips almost like she was trying to seal them shut, but her mouth parted anyway, "The house of Hastings really isn't my safe place to land right now either." Stopstopstop.

Spencer looked down in shame, not believing that she had let herself say that, letting someone else know what went on in her mind, letting someone else know that her life [wasn't perfect] knowing that SHE wasn't perfect.

"Spencer," Toby said, breaking her out of her thoughts, though Spencer still couldn't bare to look at him, "If Jenna has anything to do with you being framed…I'll do whatever I can to help you."

At this Spencer finally looked up in shock, he wanted to H.E.L.P her, after everything she did, everything he knew she did, how she was ruining his life, he stood there in front of her telling her he wanted to help her.

"Thank you…" where the only worlds Spencer could process, but at the same where everything.

Toby smiled at her one last time before walking around her, and for once Spencer couldn't turn her eyes away from him, "breathe" she told herself, digging into her pocket to pull out her keys, her eyes still trailing behind him, watching him disappear into the front office, and out of her line of sight.

Spencer let her body relax as she leaned against the car, letting her fingers play with the metal keys in her hand, and thinking of(him)where things would go from here.

As she let her mind wonder she felt as though she could hear flute music, the soft sound drifting through the air and into her ears, calming her, and she smiled, letting her body sway slightly, until she realized that she could in fact hear the soft music, she wasn't imagining it.

Spencer curiosity getting the better of her she let her body drift forward, her ears following the light sound down the stone sidewalk of the motel, until she came to a stop at a random room, the music had gotten louder and thicker, telling her that this was in fact the room.

She walked up slowly to the door, letting her body rest against it as she pressed her ear onto the heavy metal, letting her hand subconsciously move until her knuckles were coming in contact with it. The music, almost on queue, stopped as she knocked.

Wondering if there was anyone inside Spencer slowly crept up to the window, squinting her eyes and pressing her body up against the cool class, trying to find a spot between the slightly closed curtains of the motel room.

Spencer's breath hitched and she quickly backed away from the window. She wouldn't believe what she had just scene; her eyes must be playing tricks on her. Spencer quickly ran up to the window again and saw it sitting there, her eyes weren't deceiving her, nor was her mind. In the room was a dark green paper bag that had white words written across the front that read:

Neufelds

Spencer couldn't believe it, she had seen Ian give Jenna that bag with her own eyes, and now it was sitting in some random motel room outside Rosewood, the same one that Toby just happened to be staying at…this couldn't have been random, something was going on. And to some people this might just be a coincidence, seeing at Rose wood only had two motel's, in Spencer's mind something was up.

"What are you still doing here?" A voice came from behind her.

Spencer almost screamed, pushing her body away from the window and turning around, coming face to face with the person she had just left not only 5 minutes ago.

"Sorry…I didn't mean to scare you." Toby laughed, obviously amused by her uncharacteristic yelp. She was now standing in front of him eyes wide and breathing heavy, and he actually found it kind of cute.

"You didn't scare me," Spencer sternly told him, fixing her hair and willing her heart to settle down, "You merely startled me."

"Uh huh," he nodded, not entirely believing her, "But you didn't answer my question, what are you still doing here?"

"Huh?" Spencer asked confused, "Oh! Um…After you left I was about to get into my car when I heard a flute being played-"

"You got curious?" Toby laughed, and Spencer just glared at him slightly and continued, ignoring the jab.

"A few days ago I saw Ian give Jenna a some odd bag, I don't know what was in it-"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Toby asked curiously as Spencer just glared at him, walking up to the window.

"It's in there." She pointed to the window, leaning up against it again and looked in, almost making sure the dark paper bag was still sitting on the bed, like she thought it would disappear.

Once Spencer saw the bag still sitting on the bed in the exact same position she turned around only to be met with Toby's chest, veryveryvery close to her.

Spencer back away like she had touched something hot, making sure she was far enough away from him so she could breathe but close enough so it wouldn't make her look like she wanted to be away from him. it was the last thing she wanted

"Do you see it?" Spencer asked after she had managed to compose herself.

"Yep all I see is a green bag," Toby confirmed, "But I don't see how that connects it to Jenna."

"I saw Ian give that bag to Jenna!" Spencer almost screamed, why didn't he believe her? Did he think she was L.Y.I.N.G?

"Nuefeld is a store in Rosewood Spencer, there have got to be hundreds of bags like that floating around, it's probably just a coincidence." He tried to calm her down, but Spencer wouldn't have any of this, once she had her mind set to something she would go for it.

"You think I'm lying…don't you?" Toby watched Spencer's shoulders sink in defeat.

"No Spencer, it's not like that," He reassured her, putting his hand on her upper arm, he felt her tense up, "It's that your stressed out with everything going on right now, and you might be seeing clues where there really aren't, you just need to take some time a settle down."

Spencer didn't know what to do, he was touching her, she would feel his thumb rubbing up and down her arm in a soothing way that she couldn't help but relax. She looked up at him with a distort expression, which made him more confused, what could possibly be going on in her head.

"But doesn't Jenna play the flute?" She tried to reason with him, and Toy just nodded, seeing as how he hadn't been able to get through to her he thought maybe it would be better to just hear her out.

"Yes Spencer, but that doesn't mean she's in there, or that's her room." Toby tried once again, he knew she was stressed out with everything that was going on, and he wanted all of this to go away too, she was tired and she was upset and he could see that, worrying about something this trivial probably wasn't good for her.

"But it could mean something!" Spencer ignored Toby when he tried to talk again, going up to the door. Toby just leaned against the brick of the building, he couldn't understand why she just wouldn't let this go, and at the same time he could, he wanted all of this to be over as much as she did.

When Toby didn't hear a knocking sound he looked over to see Spencer, she was just standing in front of the door with a surprised expression on her face, "What is it?"

Spencer said nothing, just looked over at him and pointed to the door. Interested Toby pushed himself off the brick structure and stood beside her, well aware of her eyes on him, and looked at the door. Surprised overtook his own face as he read the three white numbers.

214

Toby new now that there was no going around this, Spencer would be determined to figure this out and he himself couldn't deny that the clues added up and that he too wanted some answers. No they both deserved some answers.

"So…what now?" Spencer asked, still observing the door.

"What do you mean, what can we do?" Toby asked her, he wanted this to be done and over with and to just relax for a moment, but he knew that wasn't an option now.

"I don't know, but we need to find out if that's Jenna's room." She replied, tossing her gaze over to the numbers again, letting her mind sink in all the new found information.

"Well…." Toby began, walking over to the room beside them and dropping his bag to the floor.

Spencer tore her eyes away from the door and turned around, "That's your room?"

"Yep," He replied, pulling out the room key from his pocket and unlocking it.

Spencer just stood there, watching as Toby opened the door and kicked his bag in, "So…what do you propose." Spencer was well aware of what Toby was getting at, she just didn't want to be the first one to say it…or at all.

"Well….I could use a little company," Toby explained.

"And I could use a little time away from home," Spencer replied, fitting with her keys.

"So after school?" Toby asked her, shoving the room key into his pocket.

"But…what if someone or Jenna comes by when I'm gone?" Truth be told after the morning she had Spencer wasn't up to going to school, she Just didn't want to tell him that, it was scary enough having that possibility, she didn't know if she wasn't him to know it too.

"Spencer, you have to go to school." He told her, a sly smirk on his face.

Spencer looked away for a moment and he knew that something was bothering her, he knew that she was avoiding the conversation and school, but unless she would tell him he wouldn't push her, and as much as he wanted her to stay, he knew her parents would come looking for her if she didn't show up.

"Toby-"Spencer began, walking up to him, her eyes going towards the door, she badly wanted to tell him about what her parents had threatened her with this morning, tell him that she was tired and stressed and that she just wanted to be somewhere with someone she could relax with, but she couldn't, she was the strong one and she would keep it together.

Toby said nothing, just grabbed the door handle and closed the door, motioning his head over towards her family's shiny silver van, "After school."

Spencer couldn't argue, she couldn't say anything without giving e v e r y t h i n g away. So she just nodded her head and retreated back to her van and climbed in. Looking up she could see him still looking back at her, making sure she actually left this time.

Spencer started the ignition and heard the car hum to life, as she drove away she looked into her rear-view mirror seeing Toby still standing there, a smile on his face, and she could help the smile that appeared on hers.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character or Pretty Little Liars

Okay this is my first time I have ever written a fan fiction for PLL, or at all, so I hope that I'm not too bad at it. I began writing this because I was having troubles with a semester project and needed a break.

I thought since I wrote it I might as well post it, what the hell right?