People like Spencer have a lot of baggage, she has lived throught some horrible experiences. She has to have some kind of trauma from that so I decided to write how her past affects the way she feels and behaves now that she's at college.

I shake my head and pick up my as I start feel out of breath. It's been less than a mile and I was starting to feel tired and I used to run more than three barely sweating, the Hastings in me was refusing to go down without a fight but it was getting hard to control my breath. It's been a while since I went out jogging, the workload on Georgetown takes most of my time, and to be honest I've been too tired to force myself to exercise the way I used to in high school. This morning though, take a run on the streets of Rosewood seemed like the perfect excuse to get out of the house and get away from the drama for some time.

I arrived to my house for the holidays three days ago "your parents' house", a voice in my head corrected, and I was quite surprised to see my parents quite interested on myself and asking questions about school, they also seemed happy with my answers. Things were going great until yesterday, when Melissa arrived from London, the thing is that she wasn't alone.

As Melissa entered the house the three of us went to welcome her. Dad hugged her first, he seemed really happy to see her, I've always known that Melissa was his favorite daughter. "You've got it better than Jason" I thought to myself. Mom hugged her and kissed her after dad let go of her. And finally it was my turn. Our relationship has gotten better and better, we talk at least once a week and emailed constantly, the tension that was there before doesn't exist anymore and I'm really glad for having such a great sister, all of our fights and baggage were forgiven and forgotten. She was the one who helped me to get into Georgetown and defended my decision when we told our parents about it.

"I'm glad you decided to come" she said as we let go of each other. She seemed relieved to see me here and there was something else. She seemed nervous, like really nervous, Melissa nervous is not something you see every day.

"It's everything okay?", I asked trying not to let my concern show. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by dad.

"I'm gonna get your bags out of the cab"

She looked like a deer caught on headlights. "That's okay dad, you don't have to..." But it was too late, he had opened the door and standing on the other side was Dr. Wren Kingston.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Hastings" he said respectfully to my parents and then caught my eye "Hi Spencer", he seemed nervous but then he looked at my sister and smiled a comforting smile. There was something in his eyes, something I've seen before but i couldn't remember where.

"What is this, Melissa?! What is he doing in my house?!" Dad looked like he was going to explode, mom kept her cool though and managed to calm him down.

Things were tense from that moment on. I was shocked to see Wren there, they had broken up while I was locked up on the dollhouse and Melissa never even mentioned him again. I tried to talk to her but she evaded me until dinner and then she and Wren directly to bed because they were tired from the trip. Now I know why Melissa had insisted so much for to come on the holidays.

I woke up from my daydream and realized that I had run more than two miles without noticing. I smiled proud of myself. The joy was replaced with tiredness and cold really fast though. I spotted a coffeehouse ahead and started to walk that way "I really need my caffeine fix". I went in and ordered my coffee, as I was waiting I heard someone calling my name so I turned around and found a pair of beautiful baby blue eyes looking straight into mine. He has a stubble now and looked tired but pretty much the same than before.

"Toby" he smiled

He smiled, "I haven't see you in a while, since we..." he let trailed off, he didn't need it to finish, I know he meant since we broke up.

"Yeah, well I've been in busy at school"

"I know. You are probably kicking ass, aren't you" he smiled proudly, he seemed sure of that statement. I'm sure he didn't expect anything less from me, he never has.

"I try", I answered shyly "how are you?", I asked trying to ignore the fast paced beating of my heart.

"Oh, I've been doing good. Still working at Rosewood P.D." Only then I realize he's wearing the uniform. I hear the barista calling my name to indicate my order was ready and immediately calling Toby's name for the same reason.

"A cop buying coffee and donuts, typical", he chuckled and I smiled.

"Sooo, here for the holidays?"

"Yeah" we both stand awkwardly staring at each other. He looked really tired. "So, are you working right now?"

"No. I jus got out of the night shift, actually" well, that explains it. I see him run his hand thru his face and hair "listen I'm about to pass out but I would like to talk to you again" he grabs a napkin and takes a pen out of his breast pocket and writes down a number. Then he gives it to me while saying that's his new number and to give him a call soon. After that, he steps back a little and looks at me up and down as he smiles before whispering a goodbye and walking out of the coffee shop.

I stood there for a few minutes staring at the napkin with his number. Finally, I walk out of the warm coffee shop and into the cold streets of Rosewood. Suddenly I remember where I've seen the look Wren was giving Melissa yesterday. It was on Toby's blue eyes.