A/N: Pure. Spoby. Fluff.

Even the rain pattering onto her roof couldn't lull Spencer back to sleep. She kept thinking about HIM. She wanted to turn around for him at the station, she really did. But the thought of Toby being broken or worse kept her walking. She could keep telling herself that the officer's hand wouldn't let her turn, but she knew the truth that made her feel like such a liar.

Spencer wondered what he was doing right now. Probably cursing her name since she'd caused him so much pain. No one deserved to be hurt like that. But she felt, like how she felt about so many of the other problems A had caused, like she couldn't do anything to change it. He hated her and she deserved it.

She decided to go to bed. Thinking about stuff like this was only going to make her cry. She'd done enough of that in the first week after the break-up. And Hastings girls were strong. They didn't cry over boys, they sweat over success. And she was a Hastings.

*3 hours later.*

Spencer woke up gasping, her hair plastered to her face and neck in a cold sweat. She checked the time: 1:06. Something had woken her up. It was the same nightmare she had night after night. It kept her from sleeping more than 3 hours a night.

It started with Toby. He still looked at her like she was his everything, because she hadn't hurt him yet. His lips connected to hers and she felt bliss, like she was walking on air. But suddenly, they were in his truck on that fateful day. The one where she told him she didn't trust him. The one where she broke his heart.

But this time, she couldn't do it. Instead of breaking up with him like A wanted, she reached out to him to show him how much she loved him. But Toby pushed her away angrily, not wanting her to touch him. "Its too late for that now, Spencer. I know you lied to me." She tried to shake her head no, but she was frozen. "I know you never loved me, so just get out! I don't want to see you again!"

With that he pushed her into the car door, that opened under her. She fell, because she couldn't reach the car handle to hold onto, into hole that went on forever. She heard voices whispering "Liar, liar," before she hit ground and everything went black.

Spencer couldn't deal with this horrible excuse for a dream sitting in the dark so she grabbed her housecoat from beside her bed and tiptoed downstairs. She slipped on her black rainboots, tucking her long blue pajama pants inside of them.

Once she had closed the door behind her, she realized she hadn't exactly thought out where she was going to go. Somewhere to forget, she decided, heading towards Rosewood Park. It was her favorite place to cool down in all through her childhood after she fought with Melissa.

When she got there, she sat down on the worn-down wrought iron bench she'd memorized the location of when she was a kid. Spencer traced the metal with her pointer finger as she stared into space for what seemed like hours.

As she sat there, raindrops started to fall. They fell slowly at first, but soon it began to pour.

"Damn it." She muttered, pulling her housecoat over her head. She was stupid not to have brought a jacket.

The rain created a sheet over everything she saw as she tried to walk home. Soon enough, she could make out a house in front of her, but it wasn't her's.

It was Toby's house.

She didn't know why she was here. To talk to him, maybe? To hear his voice? Fat chance. Spencer knew that she couldn't even guarantee she'd get past the front door. She was sure like she always was that he hated her.

Almost from a distance, she heard a car door open and shut in the driveway.

"Spencer?" She knew it was Toby.

She turned slowly, ready to face him after four weeks of hiding. From him.