This story is based off of songs by The Script. My favorite song of theirs is Breakeven, so that's where the title came from. It's not a songfic, to clear things up.

Wren/Spencer/Toby

Breakeven

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in

'Cause I got time while she got freedom

'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even

"Spencer?"

He tapped her shoulder and repeated himself, "Spencer?"

She turned back around and gave him the most positive smile she could.

"I asked you what you wanted to eat," he said, his British accent vibrant and cheerful.

"Oh," she mumbled. "Coffee?"

He chuckled and gave her a smile.

"Oh darling, we can get coffee, but you and I both know that coffee isn't something we eat for lunch."

"Fine. Um. Well then, you can pick." Spencer said.

"I was thinking we'd go to-"

Spencer cut him off. "You know, I'm actually not feeling hungry."

"You can't just skip lunch..." Wren spoke in a concerned tone. "Sweetheart, I'm worried about you."

"Thank you, but I'm fine, really," Spencer spoke in her most believable tone. She shot him another smile.

"If you're fine, then well, who am I to force you?" Wren gave in.

"Good. I'll call you later." Spencer said.

"Alright then. I love you so much," Wren smiled. "I just wanted to let you know."

As she got up from her seat, she gave him another smile.

"I love you too," Spencer said, still smiling.

He put his hands on her shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her. She paused for a moment before leaning fully in.

"Call me if you need anything." Wren said after Spencer pulled back.

"Of course." Spencer nodded. "I love you a lot. Don't forget that."

"How could I ever forget it?" Wren smiled. "Remember that I love you more!"

She smiled back before leaving. What she didn't know was that Wren knew she didn't want to kiss back when they kissed. He didn't want to say anything, though.

"Toby!" She called after him. "I thought you'd already left. Thank god I found you."

"What?" The 19-year-old carpenter turned around to look at her. "You were on your date with Wren. Why are you here?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly feeling 'in the mood' to have romantic lunch..." Spencer sighed.

"I feel special," Toby smiled. "You bailed on your perfect boyfriend to talk to me."

"That's not exactly the case, but I'll let you enjoy your happiness." Spencer chuckled.

"So what's up?" Toby asked. "Did you need to tell me something or-"

"Jeez, I thought I'd come here to surprise my best friend," Spencer said. "Does there always have to be a reason?"

"Well, it's not every day that someone bails on their perfect boyfriend to talk to their low life best friend," Toby chuckled. "I just expected that there had to be a reason for it, right?"

"Toby. Cavanaugh!" Spencer said, grabbing his arm and yanking on it. "You are not a low life. What's wrong with you?"

"Am I supposed to compliment myself?" Toby asked. "I thought that was your job."

"Oh, is it? Here's your compliment of the day: ass." Spencer smirked.

"Way to make me feel better about myself," Toby said with a small smile.

"Oh come on, I was just kidding," Spencer said, pulling his arm again.

"Okay, if you keep yanking on my arm, I'm pretty sure I'll be in the hospital," Toby said. "And I guess I'll get time to see Dr. McDreamy instead of you, huh?"

"I didn't know you were gay," Spencer joked.

"Shut up," Toby chuckled.

"It's just a joke," Spencer said, letting go of his arm. "Calm down, big guy. You're not a low life, you're not gay, you're not an ass. You're my amazing best friend."

"Good, you've got me feeling all special again." Toby smiled. "It feels good to be called a perfect girl's best friend."

"You think I'm perfect?" Spencer asked with a sincere smile. She blinked her eyes, and held onto both of Toby's arms.

"No." Toby said, breaking the mood.

She shoved him back.

"I take back everything I said. You are an ass." Spencer said in annoyance.

"Hey, I was telling a joke, too." Toby grinned like an idiot.

"Well, you already ruined the sweetness of the day." Spencer stuck her tongue out at him. "I hate you, by the way."

"You ditched Wren to see someone you hate?" Toby snickered as he spoke. "I don't see the logic in that, Spence."

"Just shut up and come over to my place. I need a chick-flick partner again." Spencer said. "Wren's not exactly the kind of guy to watch chick-flicks, but you. You're my chick-flick guy."

"If you call me a chick-flick guy again, I'm not coming." Toby laughed.