AU: Alison is alive, and Toby is a stranger to everyone but Ali. Only Ali knew him previously.

This is my first attempt at an M rated story, so I apologize if it sucks!

Chapter 1

Spencer's eyes opened into two small slits. She could only see a small area of the room she was in. She had a massive headache and pain ran through her entire body.

Feeling the pain, Spencer gripped harder onto the figure next to her, snuggling closet into him. Wait...

What the hell?

There was someone next to her. Spencer's eyes widely opened, faster than the speed of light. She turned her head and saw a muscular male next to her.

She was shocked, but she examined the figure. He had dirty-blond hair, almost a shade of brown. Why was she next to him?

She lifted the blanket slightly, and felt a breeze of air hit her bare body. She was wearing nothing but a pair of boy-shorts that didn't even belong to her. They must belong to him.

When she moved the blanket, she saw him in just a pair of blue, plaid pajama pants. He was shirtless, and his abs were visible. Spencer couldn't help but admire his heavily built figure. He was definitely a hot guy.

Spencer realized that he had felt the breeze, too, as his eyes rocketed open. She examined his ocean-blue eyes. He had nice eyes.

"How long have you been up?"

That was the first question this stranger asked her. Spencer wondered if he was in as much pain as she was? The last thing she remembered about last night was taking a couple of shots at a bar.

"I just woke up," Spencer mumbled lightly.

He seemed to not be surprised of where he was. Maybe he remembered what happened.

"Oh," he awkwardly said, not knowing what else to say.

"I should... Go," Spencer said.

He didn't seem to want her to leave. He pulled her into a desperate kiss, and for some strange reason, she kissed him back. She knew she was in bed with a stranger, but damn, she liked this. She was tired of being the good girl. This mysterious and dangerous vibe she was getting from this stranger made her heart beat fast, and it thrilled her.

"You hungover?" he asked.

"I guess. I don't rememember last night at all," Spencer said.

"You will," he told her. "It'll all come back to you later."

She nodded uneasily and reached down, still covering the top of her body as she scavengethese floor for her bra. She picked up the black bra and bent her body a little up to re-hook it.

"So, you're leaving?" ask asked.

Spencer shrugged, "Um... I guess. I shouldn't stay."

Spencer pulled the blanket off her half-naked body and scanned the floor for a shirt that she owned. None. What? She thought she was wearing a shirt when she came to the bar!

"Your shirt? You kinda spilled beer on it, and threw up on it." He bit his lip as he spoke.

"Crap." she muttered.

He got out of bed and picked his own shirt up from the floor. He tossed the grey-blue shirt with an anchor that he was wearing last night.

"Here," he said as he tossed it. "Wear this."

"I can't take your shirt," she shook her head.

"So you'd like to go outside in your bra?" He joked. "Take it. I'm sure you'd look better in it than I would, anyways."

She smiled at that. This stranger was mysterious, but sweet. She felt the need to jump right back on him, and kiss him again, but she couldn't. She was still stunned at the fact that she most likely slept with him last night.

She was sort of nervous. What if they didn't use protection? The last thing she needed right now was to become pregnant.

"Thanks... How will I give it back to you?" She asked.

"You don't need to. Keep it." He told her.

She slipped the baggy men's shirt over her heard, and onto her body.

"Do you want your shorts back?" she asked.

"It's cool. You can keep those." He said.

He picked up a grocery bag and handed it to her.

"Uh, what's this?" She asked.

"Your clothes," he responded. "They were kinda dirty, so I didn't want to give them back to you by hand. I figured this way was cleaner."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Bye?" Her 'bye' seemed more like a question than a statement.

She turned around and slipped the pair of white flip flops she was wearing, and was ready to leave. He put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her. She turned back around.

"Can I maybe get a name?" He asked.

"Oh. Spencer." She responded.

"You have a unique name for a girl," he smiled slightly. "I'm Toby."

"Thanks," she said with a small smile, too. "I'll... Maybe... See you around."

Before she knew it, he had leaned in to gently peck her lips. She couldn't help herself, though. Ending up in this dirty hangover situation excited her!

She wasn't intoxicated anymore, but she was thrilled by this.

She looped her arms around his neck, and dived in to kiss him again. It felt... Dangerous.

"I wasn't expecting that," he whispered through a chuckle.

"Me neither," she said.

This was so damn crazy, but she honestly didn't care. She knew she wasn't dating him, and she drunkenly hooked up with him last night, but that didn't matter. She liked the taste of his lips, and his paralyzing blue eyes.

She might walk out this door, and never see him again, but this was so thrilling that she wanted to kiss him while she could. To be honest, she really did want to see him again after she walked out the door.

Should she ask for his number? She wanted to be able to contact him, but it didn't come to her mind. She was still stunned that she was with him.

"I'll see you-" she began, but she stopped herself. "Goodbye," she concluded.

"Spencer!" Hanna finally shouted. "What the hell? I've asked you like five hundred times. What the hell is wrong with you right now?"

"I just uh... Had a hangover after last night. I had a bit too much to drink," Spencer said. She wasn't exactly lying. That was true. She just didn't add the part about meeting up with a stranger and ending up in bed with him.

"Nasty hangovers... You okay?" Hanna asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, trust me," Spencer shook it off. "So, uh, what did you ask before?"

"What movie you want to watch when Ali, Aria, and Emily get here," Hanna stated, rather than putting it in question form.

"Anything's fine," Spencer said. "Do you have any painkillers? I have a massive headache after last night."

"Yeah, my mom put some in that cabinet," Hanna said, pointing to a cabinet. "Are you sure you want to take a painkiller? The hangover headache will go away soon. Do you remember anything about last night?"

"No," Spencer firmly shook her head. "I just remember drinking a shot."

"You'll probably get the memory back soon," Hanna told her. "If you really want a painkiller, you can get one."

"I do want one," she nodded her head.

Spencer got up and walked to Hanna's cabinet. She reached out to grab the vile of painkillers. Her hand trembled a little as she grasped the painkillers.

Suddenly, the headache got worse. She couldn't even think straight right now. She dropped the painkiller vile, letting the pills fall and scatter around the floor. Hanna heard the commotion and hurried over to assist her hungover friend.

"Spence! Are you alright?" Hanna asked, holding the brunette up with concern. "I don't think you should take any pills right now. Maybe you should lie down."

A massive pain was going through the brunette's head. The memory. It was coming back.

It shot through her mind, as if she had gone through hypnotherapy.

"I remember," Spencer whispered.

"Oh, the hangover," Hanna chuckled. "Yeah. It's no biggie. So, what happened last night? Did you like pass out at the bar?"

"I wish..." Spencer mumbled. Her voice turned audible afterwards, "It's really nothing. I just am drinking, and laughing... Yeah."

"Is that a new shirt?" Hanna asked, eyeing the a shirt she was wearing.

"Um, no... It's just an old one..." Spencer lied, biting her lip. She just realized that she had forgotten about changing out of Toby's shirt.

"Oh. It looks a little bit manly," Hanna was confused.

"Thanks for insulting it," Spencer rolled her eyes.

Aria and Emily arrived.

"Hey guys, Ali couldn't make it. She said something came up," Emily announced as she walked into Hanna's place.

"Aw man," Hanna sighed. "Oh well, we can start the movie now, then."

Aria sat next to Spencer.

"You look exhausted," Aria commented.

"Terrible hangover," Spencer explained simply. "It bites."

"Damn, sorry," Aria bit her lip. "What's up with the new shirt? Steal a guy's shirt at the bar last night?"

Spencer heard the joking tone in her voice, but she was still uncomfortable with it.

"No!" Spencer defended.

"Spence, it smells like cologne. Fresh cologne!" Aria cried. "Who's shirt is that? It smells like cologne was put on it recently."

"I don't know, but everything is fine, Aria," Spencer rolled her eyes. "I don't remember anything that happened last night."

"What if you had drunk sex?" Aria questioned, concern in her tone.

"I would never," Spencer bit her lip.

"Tell us what you remember about the shirt when you get the memory back," Emily said.

"Uh, I will..." Spencer bit her lip.

"Maybe we can go around town and ask guys if they own the shirt." Aria suggested.

"Don't be stupid," Emily rolled her eyes. "She doesn't have time for that. We will just wait until she gets the memory of that night back."

"What? She already remembers. She told me before you got here." Hanna said.

All three girls looked to Spencer for conclusion to this.

"I remember." Spencer confessed, with a sigh. She knew she was busted. "I... Hooked up with this guy at the bar."

"Who!? What guy!?" Emily cried. "What's his name?"

"Toby," spencer told them. "I didn't get a last name, though."

"I can't believe you!" Aria cried.

"I know... It's slutty of me to do something like that, but I was drunk," Spencer defended. "And I was with him in the morning, and he was so nice, and he gave me his shirt and shorts, and I don't want this to be a one night stand! I want to see him again!"

"No, it's not slutty- I just wished you told me the details!" Aria exclaimed. "Was he hot?"

Spencer nodded, "The hottest. He had blue eyes, amazing abs, and he was so muscular. He was gentle, too. I want to see him again, but all I know is his first name. I walked away without details."

"Wait, you slept with him?" Hanna asked with a smile on her face.

She sighed. "I'm not proud of what I did with him, but-"

"That's hot," Hanna commented. "You should totes go out with him!"

"I have to find him first. I don't know much about him." Spencer said.

"Maybe you shouldn't look for him," Emily bit her lip. "He's a stranger, he could be dangerous."

"She already had sex with him! How much more dangerous could this get, Emily!" Aria laughed. "He sounds hot."

"He is. I don't want to be the kind of girl who has a one night stand with a guy. I want to see him again. I... I think I sort of... Maybe like him."

A week later...

Spencer had been thinking about the mysterious, blue-eyed Toby she had drunkenly slept with. She could remember the touch of his soft hands, the way it felt when he made love to her, it was just so remarkable to her!

She also, unfortunately, remembered the painful feeling of throwing up on her shirt and jeans. Never mind that, though. She remembered him taking her hand and leading her to a hotel room. She remembered the feeling of carelessness as they both threw their clothes on the floor and then kissed. He had gently dominated her back towards the hotel room's bed. That feeling of carelessness was thrilling, and exciting! She just loved that feeling she got when she was with him. She felt like she could still feel it in the pit of her stomach.

"So Ali... Have you heard about Spencer's little affair?" Hanna asked with a smirky-smile. "She's got a sexy new beau. I haven't met the guy yet, but I can tell he's a hottie by his descriptions."

"New beau?" Ali grinned at her brunette friend. "Why am I just hearing about this, Spence? Give me the deets! What happened? Where'd you meet him? How far did you go with him?"

"They slept together!" Hanna blurted.

Ali smiled, "Nice job, Spence! Way to go with your seductive play. So, does this cutie have a name?"

"Toby," Spencer told her. "I know it's awful, but it was a drunken night. I want to see him again. I wonder if he just wants a one-night stand. That's not at all what I want. I want to find him, and I want to just be near him. I felt comfortable in his arms when I woke up."

Ali looked a little stunned.

"Ali. What's wrong?" Hanna asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"The name Toby just feels familiar to me," Ali bit her lip. "Um Spencer, what did your little admirer, beau, or whatever look like? Describe him. I just want to make sure you're not talking about this terrible guy I know."

"It can't be. This guy wasn't terrible at all!" Spencer exclaimed. "He has these amazing blue eyes, a muscularly built body, and dirty-blondish-brownish hair."

"No. You did not sleep with Toby Cavanaugh, Spencer!" Ali cried. "What the hell is wrong with you? He's an ass!"

"I didn't get his last name. Besides, what are the odds that I met the same guy as you?" Spencer rolled her eyes. "And this Toby isn't an ass, I assure you of that. He's so sweet. He offered me his shirt when I sort of... threw up on mine."

"So that's why the hottie gave you his shirt!" Hanna exclaimed. "That's so nice of him! Yeah Ali, this guy doesn't seem like an ass. He sounds so amazing! But, not as amazing at Caleb."

"I want to meet this Toby guy," Ali demanded.

"Um, good luck with that. I'm trying to find him, myself," Spencer told her. "If you find another Toby, tell me. I'll tell you if it's him."

"Spencer, come with me," Ali ordered. "I know where Toby Cavanaugh lives, and you need to tell me if he's the guy you drunkenly hooked up with. Please, dear god, tell me he's not. This guy is an ass, and you won't want it to be him."

Ali rang the doorbell of the Cavanaugh house. A male opened the door a crack, but the latch was still on the door. He recognized Alison and Spencer's face, so he unlatched the door and opened it fully.

"Alison." He bitterly spoke. His tone cheered up when he turned to the brunette. "Spencer!"

A smile crept on Spencer's face. She wished this wasn't the guy, though. But it was. Those were the eyes she had seen. Those were the lips she had kissed. That was the guy she had drunkenly given herself to!

Irritation and frustration built up inside of Alison. How could her best friend hook up with this guy!?

"So you two know each other?" Ali asked with irritation in her voice. "I should have known that this asshole was the guy you hooked up with."

Toby was surprised that the mysterious girl he had hooked up with told her friends about the hook-up. Of course, the beautiful girl he hooked up with just had to be friends with this bitch! He hated Alison so much.

"Um... What's up?" Toby asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You are such an ass!" Ali yelled. "How could you take advantage of her like that?"

"Ali, calm down!" Spencer pleaded. "I let it happen, too. I let him, okay? Let's not play the blame game. I know you're mad, but can I just please talk to him?"

"Fine. I'll wait in the car." Ali said. "We'll talk when you get back, Spence. Don't be long."

Alison angrily walked back to her car. She was completely distraught. This wasn't possible. NO!

Toby smiled at the girl in front of him, "Spencer."

"Toby." She said.

They basically were having eye-sex, right then and there. They were gazing into each other's eyes, probably both thinking about all the sexual things they could be doing together right now. Spencer would definitely prefer him with his shirt at this moment.

"So, you know Alison DiLaurentis," Toby stated.

"Yeah. Um. She's my friend." Spencer told him. "We've been friends for a while."

"If she tells you any crap about me, don't believe her," Toby took a deep breath. "We weren't always the best of friends... She might make up a thing or two about me. If you believe anything, ask me before you jump to conclusions. I promise you I'll always tell you the truth about that stuff."

"I will." She nodded.

"I'm glad you came," he said. "I didn't want last week to be a one night stand, so don't think of me as just some drunk perv."

She chuckled nervously. "I won't. I don't."

"You want to come in?" He asked.

"I want to, but Ali's waiting for me." She responded.

"Damn." He sighed.

She admired him again, even though it created silence. He was so adorable, with his soothing blue eyes, and the way his hair was jelled back showing his 'I don't give a crap' attitude. He looked so relaxed, and so calm. She couldn't imagine him ever yelling at someone. She could see why Alison didn't get along with him. Ali was his complete opposite. Well, not by the looks thing. They were both good looking. Their attitudes were opposites, though.

Then she remembered that she had been looking for this guy. This was the person she had wanted to see so desperately, and now she had found him. And what was she doing? Standing there like a tree and just watching him. She had pictured that the moment they met, they'd be living that thrilling life again, and peeling off clothes and making out aggressively.

Now she realized that she wanted to get to know him, not hook up with him again. She wanted to understand him better, and befriend him, rather than hooking up as strangers. But she'd definitely hook up with him again!

There was a sudden urge to kiss him, though. He stood there lovingly, with his hands in his pockets, ever-so-calmly.

She caught him off guard, stepped up, and placed her lips right on his. He was so stunned when her lips touched his. His hands flew out of his pockets in shock, and grabbed her waist to keep his balance. He shut his eyes and just kissed back.

As he pulled away, he was chuckling. "Well, you must have a history for unexpected kisses."

She playfully rolled her eyes at his comment. She gave him a half-seductive smile. She wasn't trying to be seductive, it just looked seductive. With her seductive-looking smile, she said, "You know, you're a really good kisser. Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to unexpectedly kiss you."

He raised his eyebrows at this, taken aback by it. But he liked it. He liked this! He smiled.

"Now I'm really glad you found me again," he smiled, his lips still tingling from her minty-mouth kissing him. He could smell her minty breath scent still. Every time he blinked, he could feel the taste of her mouth again. It felt so soft.

He continued, "So, let's not lose contact this time. Call me."

She smiled at this. They were going to keep in contact! He didn't want it to be a one-night stand, either.

Spencer handed Toby her phone. He entered his cell number and full name in. He then handed her his own phone, and she entered her full name. Then they switched back to normal.

"So, Miss Hastings," he said her last name with emphasis. "Are you free tonight?"

"I'd definitely make time for you," she smirked. "Call me later. We'll talk."

Toby leaned in to peck her lips as a little goodbye, but she wanted heat. She looped her arms around him, and gave him many kisses of passion. They were basically making out on Toby's doorstep. He was one really charming stranger, because he got Spencer to keep wanting more. Spencer wasn't easily lured by guys. It's just that this one special guy thrilled her so badly.

Ali had gotten out of the car. She was watching them. She glared at this sight.

When Spencer got the feeling that they were being watched, she pulled back, leaving Toby hanging. He had gotten into making out with her, but he once he opened his eyes, he understood why. He saw Ali glaring.

Spencer turned around, biting her lip. "Coming, Ali!"

As she walked away, she turned her head back to Toby and mouthed 'Call me'.