So this is the first chapter of the first story I am considering. I am trying to decide if I want to continue this story, or a different one. I will post the first chapter of the other story soon, I hope. This story takes place in current-day Rosewood with all of the current characters and A plotline, unless otherwise mentioned. Hope you like it! Please Read and Review. Even just a "nice chapter" is very encouraging.

Spencer sighed with pleasure as her boyfriend Wren nuzzled his nose against hers. The two were snuggling on her bed on a chilly Saturday afternoon, exactly what the doctor ordered- Doctor Wren, that is- to help deal with her anxiety. It had been such a hard week, and having this time alone with Wren was exactly what she needed to calm her nerves. She had been endlessly stressing about a History quiz, a Biology test, and an English paper- AND Toby's relentless attempts to win her back.

Toby still didn't know why Spencer dumped him two weeks prior, and it was killing him inside. It was killing Spencer, too- no one knew about the breakup but Wren, not even her friends. It was just too hard to explain to people. Not to mention the fact that Toby still didn't even know WHY Spencer dumped him.

To remind of her off that small fact, a tiny pebble smacked against the window. Spencer groaned and peered outside to see Toby on her front lawn, staring up at her and Wren as they kissed. His eyes glared up at the window, right at Wren as he ran his fingers through Spencer's long, flowing hair.

"Stop," she whispered and pulled away from Wren. She opened up the window and yelled out, "Toby, I told you, we are over! Leave me alone."

"Not until you tell me why," he said evenly. "I love you, Spencer. And I won't take no for an answer until you give me a good reason why you left me."

"Stop, Toby," she yelled again. "Just leave us alone."

"Is it him?" asked Toby in that same, calm demeanor. "Is that why you ended it? Just tell me yes or no, I won't be mad."

Spencer bit her bottom lip, refusing to dignify him with an answer. "Go home, Toby," she called out and slammed the window shut. She closed the curtains in a hurry and buried her face in her hands.

"Shhhhh," Wren whispered to her, pulling her in for a hug and rubbing her back. "Don't cry, please don't."

Spencer shook her head against Wren's strong, muscular chest. It didn't have that same perfect six-pack like Toby had, but it was softer, cozier, more inviting. "I'm not going to cry," she mumbled. "I just wish he'd leave me alone."

"This is harassment," Wren said sternly. "We could have him arrested."

"No, no, that's not what I want."

"Then what DO you want, Spencer?" Wren pressed gently. "He deserves much worse for what he did to you. Just tell me what you want."

Spencer covertly snuck a glance outside; Toby was driving away in his truck. She knew what she wanted to say: I want him back. I want to go back to a time before I knew what he did. I want to go back to the love we felt for each other. I want to love him again. I want to be happy. I want to fall in love with some one who won't break my heart.

But she stared into Wren's honest, caring, earnest eyes. When she stared at those eyes, it was like they hypnotised her to want nothing more than what was right in front of her. So she didn't say any of that. Instead, she said want he wanted her to say, and what she wanted herself to feel.

"I want YOU."

Wren smiled and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Spencer giggled and leaned in closer. Soon, she was on his lap. They kissed longer, harder for a few minutes until Wren's beeper, wedged under Spencer's right thigh in his pants pocket, suddenly vibrated loudly.

Spencer jumped off him, creeped by the sudden jolt of movement. Wren chuckled as he pulled out the beeper and squinted at the screen. "I have to go, love," he said, standing up. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and said, "There are lives that need saving."

Spencer smiled up at him seductively and said, "What if I need some medical attention?"

Wren laughed and said, "Well, I'm working the ER tonight, so just stop by if you need me."

"I wish, but Aria is moving in tonight."

"How long is she staying with you again?"

"A whole four months." Spencer and Aria were so excited. Byron and Ella had been given the opportunity of a lifetime: a mini-sabbatical living in the most impoverished, abject cities in Europe as part of a traveling professors tour. There was one big issue: they couldn't bring along Aria and Mike, and they wouldn't be able to have any internet or phone calls for the whole trip. Aria insisted that her parents go, saying they couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Aria also confided in Spencer that she thought the trip was the perfect thing to help them fall back in love again. They had been going days without talking, and a little European adventure was just what they needed to rekindle the flame again. She was nervous about living without any contact with them for 16 weeks, but Spencer was like a sister to her.

"I should let you get going," Spencer said, standing up and stretching. "Give me a call tomorrow when you get out of work. I was thinking we could maybe go to the. . . art museum?" Going to the art museum was code for secretly making out. They first time they kissed after she broke up with Toby was when Wren met up with her at the art museum while she cried her eyes out.

"I'd like that," he said. He kissed the crown of her head one last time and whispered, "I love you, Spencer."

The words left her mouth before she even had time to think about them: "I love you too, Wren."

With that, he left her bedroom, leaving Spencer alone with her thoughts. She plopped down on her bed and moaned softly, thinking about Toby. He had approached her every day since their spontaneous breakup, and she still hadn't told him why she dumped him. But he couldn't know. If he knew, everyone's life would be so much worse.

Before Spencer could give it a second thought, her phone made a chirping sound, alerting her to a new text. She knew who the text was from without reading the screen, but she double checked the number just in case.

It wasn't a number she had in her contacts; she deleted it two weeks ago. But she recognized it from all of the times she had dialed him, crying or laughing or just to say "I love you." Her stomach was churning even before she read the text, but the words made her want to vomit:

Spencer, I love you. I don't understand why you did this. I swear on my mother's grave that I will do whatever I can to win you back, whether you like it or not. Whatever it is that I did, I'm sorry. But I love you. Just remember that. -Toby