She sucked in her breath, walking out of the 'fun house' with Melissa, her mother, and Mrs. Akard. What a fun house that turned out to be! That entire thing was nightmare! She was so excited to see Toby she just assumed he really was the one texting her.
She never thought 'A' was capable of- oh who was she kidding! She knew perfectly well that A could do that! She was caught up in the moment. All thoughts of anything left her mind except for Toby. All that mattered were blue eyes meeting brown ones. All that mattered was that his lips met hers. That was all she wanted.
She saw Toby standing there outside the exit. Her breath hitched unnaturally in her throat at the sight of him, his hands in his pockets. His eyes met hers, and she almost ran, when her family came out. She glanced at her mother, and Toby looked at her with question.
"Come on girls, let's cut through here," Her mother sighed. Spencer nodded, and wiped a tear from her eye, and gave Toby an apologetic look. Everything went through replay.
Who was the last person who kissed Spencer, Her mother, in a motherly way of course, or Toby? Who would notice if she ran away, even for a little while? Who would run with her? Who had been there for her when everyone else turned? Who loved her more than they loved Melissa? The answer to all is Toby. Toby cares about her.
Spencer kept her eyes locked on Toby.
"Spencer," Her mother said sharply, and Melissa gave her a cold stare meaning clearly: Don't mess this up.
She began to walk toward them, and walk away from the person she loved. Toby let a dejected look overcome his features.
Spencer turned back. She didn't care anymore. Not a single fiber in her being, not a single cell in her body cared. They could think whatever they wanted. She was under the impression the phrase was innocent until proven guilty, not guilty until proven innocent.
With that thought going through her mind, she ran at him, flinging herself at him. She could feel his arms wrapping around her as well.
Her mother and sister were looking at her with shocked expressions.
'Sorry mom, Sorry Melissa, I'm not perfect like the two of you,' She thought. She then felt like Harry Potter and them as Lord Voldemort as she thought:
'But I can love. Love more than both of you combined!'
She desperately pulled back, because a hug was just not going to fix it. A simple 'hug' was not going to seal this as an official choice to rebel. A 'hug' was not going to show Toby how much she cared, so she leaned forward and kissed him.
His hands leapt to her hair, stroking it until her reached her shoulder.
They were to perfect together. They simply became like one person. Their lips were made only for the purpose of kissing each other. The kiss was more than a spark; it was the fourth of July in New York City. It was more than a firework; it was the entire set of fireworks rolled into one. It was beautiful. It was perfectly flawed.
'Perfectly Flawed,' she thought to herself, 'Such an oxymoron,'
The finally broke apart and she pulled Toby off behind a tent.
Let all of Rosewood- all of the world- think whatever they wanted about her.
She had Toby, and it was all that mattered.