Summary: When things don't work out for Spencer and Toby, will this be the end for the two? Perhaps, it was suppose to be this way. On the other hand, soul mates last forever. Destiny is a fragile thing, and works in ways you can't explain. Will the two be able to work through, and come together again, or does fate have other plans? Will betrayal, and lust take over. Love isn't as simple for Spencer Hastings, and she's about to find out how complicated her love life really is. When Spencer is lost, will she run back into the arms of the man she truly loves? Warning: Betrayal. Also has some other major couples. Including, Ezria, Jaria, and some secret couples, that you'll have to find out about.

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Chapter One

Step-Sister Know's Best?

Toby waited at the red light patiently, pondering on Jenna's words for the thousandth time this week. Her words lived in his thoughts, ever since the week prior. Even after all these years, she could still get under his skin. He could deal with when Jenna insulted, or said anything about him, or saying crap about anyone; even Emily. He didn't like it, but he could deal with it. Although, when it came to Spencer, he wouldn't put up with it. Usually, the conversation would last only a few seconds. Toby stopping it, before Jenna could say anything about her at all. He didn't even like Jenna saying her name. Except a certain conversation last week, when Jenna got his attention.

"Fine, you can deal with her past? You can accept she's haunted. But, what about you?" She said with a snarl, her emerald eyes fierce with power. Her words were like needles, stabbing you, making you weak. Some how Jenna made anything sound taunting. If Jenna ever had kids one day, Toby just knew those poor kids were in for it. Jenna, could make candy taste and sound horrible.

"What about me?" He scowled back, as he lifted his eyes up slowly from the junk box. He had to come back to Rosewood, his father and step-mom were moving. His father warned him that if he wanted any of his old junk, he would have to come back and get it. Toby, put it off far too long. So, of course the day he came back to Rosewood, Jenna was just coincidentally here. Over the years, their parents practically pushed the two step-siblings to be closer. But, Toby wouldn't bulge. If only they knew how close they once were... Toby cringed at the memory.

Although, this gave him the opportunity to tell his parent's the big news; he was planning on proposing to his long-term girlfriend; Spencer Hastings. Which is why Jenna followed him up to the attic, eager to boil the waters.

Jenna's rosy lips curved up into an devilish smile, the kind witch's made in the movies when they were manipulating someone. Jenna was smart, she wasn't one to sugar coat. She knew she would only have Toby's full attention for so long. "She's Spencer Hastings, did you ever think about, what she's giving up for you, Toby?"

"What are you talking about?" He growled whipping his head in her direction. Jenna took a step forward, sitting herself on an old rocking chair. The old rocking chair, his mother use to rock him in. Toby had to bite his tongue, from yelling at her to get off the chair.

"Toby," Jenna said stroking the chair's arms. "Toby, Toby, Toby." Her voice trailed sweetly. Jenna knew she had him sucked in now. "Do you think she wanted this? To marry some one who didn't even graduate high school? Do you think that was in her plans?" She scoffed darkly. "So naive, Toby."

"I'm doing just fine." He shot sharply. "And Spencer doesn't care about that."

"But she does," Jenna smiled wickedly letting her green eyes drop at the floor.

"Like you know anything," He rolled his eyes and returned to looking through the old box.

"She's a Hastings Toby." Jenna said flatly. "She has high expectations, and let's face it, you can't fit those shoes. Her parents? How do you think they'll feel when she marry's a carpenter. I doubt they'll be happy with it, not to mention everything else that went down in high school."

Toby sulked in her words, his hands not moving anymore. Why was he letting her get in now? He's put up with her harsh words about Spencer since high school. Except, she always bashed Spencer. Always telling him, why Spencer's wrong for him. Not why he's wrong for Spencer. "Toby, you asking her to marry her, sure maybe she'll say yes." Jenna said after a pause. "But, down the road." She said coldly. "She'll regret it." She spat. "She'll look back realizing, all the potential she had, and how much she wasted on you." She narrowed her eyes, glaring into the back of his head.

"Jenna get out." He muttered.

"You know I'm right. I'm always right," Her voice trailed smugly. "Maybe you two, had something." She said in disgust. "But, it wasn't meant to last. She should be going off to do bigger and better things. You're holding her back, Toby. You're simply just the boy toy from her dinky hometown of Rosewood. That's all."

"Shut up Jenna." He snapped sharply turning towards her again, and shooting her a long dirty glare. Jenna laughed evilly, as she rocked her self back in forth slowly. The floor cracking.

"I'm just telling you the truth Toby, because I care about you." She said wickedly stepping up from the chair and flattening out her grey dress, she smirked at him darkly. "Let her go Toby, do whats best for everyone. And let her go." She said emphasizing on her last phrase, and with her finals words Jenna left the attic, leaving a very frustrated Toby alone.

Ever since the little chat with Jenna, Toby found him self debating whether or not he should propose. Whether or not, it's what's best for Spencer. He loved her so much, and he thought that was enough. But, maybe Jenna was right. Spencer, deserved the best. Some one who can take her to different countries, some one who can please her parents, some one who can buy her expensive gifts. Although, gradually Toby was starting his own carpentry business, was that enough? Compared to all the sergeants, doctors, inventors, and lawyers; like her self out there, that was nothing. Spencer was graduating law school in a few years. Then she would be off, working at a firm. Those guys would be able to support her, she could have wealthy little family, and go on expensive vacations with him.

Was Toby being selfish? Keeping her to himself? They had been together since high school and all through college. They had one short break up, but not long enough to start anything serious with any one else. And when they were together, Toby made sure everyone knew Spencer was his. Perhaps, she never got a chance to see who was really out there. She was still hanging onto her high school sweet heart, unaware of all the better choices of men she could end up with.

He cursed Jenna's name for putting these idea's in his head, but he couldn't help but think she was right. He was just a carpenter, and what's gonna happen if starting a business doesn't work out? Or what if he did successfully start a business, and it just crashed? Spencer deserved better then that, because she deserved the best imaginable. She deserved more than, just some carpenter with a chance at a business.

Not to mention her family, all her life she had been trying to impress them. With Melissa marrying an attorney, Toby knew yet again her parent's would look down on her younger daughter. They didn't even like Toby, and would never approve of her marrying him. They would never accept it, and therefore they would never fully accept Spencer, or be proud of her. The thing she desperately strived for all her life.

Maybe, they were both oblivious to how different they really were. How different their futures were going to play out, maybe their journeys together were supposed to end here. Maybe they should have ended a long time ago.

A lot of people say, ordeals make a bond stronger. But, maybe all those curve balls throughout high school, was the universe telling them they weren't suppose to be together. Maybe, their whole relationship was a mistake. Maybe, destiny got messed up, when she came knocking on his door on that fine fall day. Although, he wouldn't ever take that back. No matter what, he would never take back the time he spent with her. Not for anything.

But, maybe now he had to give her up. So she could go off, and live her full potential.

These idea's haunted him, and it was all he could think about. He had been avoiding her all week, and when she was around him, he acted stiff as a board. She was smart, she was going to notice something was up. Although, Toby felt lost. He had no idea what to do anymore. All he wanted was, for Spencer to be happy. Not regret, all the time she wasted on him. He wanted what's best for her, although he wasn't sure what that was. He had an idea though, as much as it was going to hurt him.

Toby opened his door to his loft, expecting it to be empty, expecting to just go to his bed, and pass out from a long exhausting day at work. But, like always, he was in for a surprise. That surprise being Spencer. She was laying on his futon, both of her legs propped up. Her knees shooting up at the ceiling, a book in hand. Typical Spencer. She was wearing his shirt, and only his shirt, from the looks of it. Spencer had a key, but usually she would tell him she was coming over, in a phone call, or text. She wouldn't just be awaiting his arrival, in his loft with no warning.

"Toby," She sprung eagerly a smile spreading on her face as she sprung off the green futon, throwing the book down sheepishly, and ran to the man closing the door. She flung her arms around his neck playfully as he turned around, now facing her. He gulped looking into her mocha eyes. She met his mouth for a kiss, but Toby didn't exactly fully kiss back. He barely moved his lips, and Spencer pulled away with a pout.

"What's wrong?" She said sympathetically, noting her boy friend's distraught eyes, and slight frown.

"I'm just tired," He muttered escaping from her loop of arms wrapped around his neck. Toby sighed quietly as he made his way to the kitchen, quenching with thirst. He could hear Spencer's foot steps closely behind him. And sure enough, here she was again. In front of him, making it hard for him to supply himself with a cup.

She put her hand on his chest licking her lips, staring up at him. "I thought I would surprise you." Her hands roamed down his body, temptingly. Toby had to force him self to resist the urge, and walk away from her. So, he stepped aside grabbing a cup now easily.

The brunette crossed her arms tightly, and opened her mouth apprehensively to say some thing as he turned on the faucet for some water. "Toby, what is it?" She asked softly but more forceful than before.

Nothing.

All he did in response, was sip from his water, keeping his sapphire eyes off of her. Spencer sighed, "Toby," She said softly placing a hand on his arm. Toby put down his cup of water on the counter, and looked her in her mocha eyes, as if he was scared.

"Ever since you went to your parents, you've been acting not your self," Her voice trailed with concern as she let her arm fall away from him. "Don't shut me out." Her voice broke out as she cased her eyes downwards.

"I'm not." He practically whispered. Was he? What was he doing? He just needed time to think, he didn't want to make this harder than, it already was.

"You've barely looked at me, let alone kissed, or touched me in any way, in the past week." She exclaimed locking eyes with him again.

"I just have a lot on my mind," he mumbled as he walked away from her, and slumped his self on the chair.

"Like what?" She shot back following him, now standing over him, expecting an answer.

"Things." He said flatly.

"Like what?" She asked, her tone sharpening. Her lips were tight, and her arms were crossed. Toby could tell she was getting aggravated.

"Nothing," he murmured. "Nothing." he ducked his head down. Although, she didn't respond instead she gathered her clothes, and changed back into her normal clothes, throwing his shirt aggressively at him. Toby didn't even look at her, but simply rubbed the material through his thumb and index finger.

"I don't like fighting with you." She said flatly. "So can you please just tell me what I did to offend you, so that we can stop?" She asked her mocha eyes deadly.

"Spencer," He sighed. "Sit down." he demanded softly, his voice weak.

Spencer didn't say anything, but simply sat on the couch across from him. She stared at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

He made up his mind. Although, he didn't like it. He knew one day, she would be thankful for it. She would realize he wasn't right for her. "Spencer," he said hesitantly not meeting her eyes, that were staring through him. "I think," He swallowed hardly, feeling a lump forming in his throat and his eyes watering. "I think that," He practically whispered, his voice to weak to form a proper sentence.

She sat up leaning closer to him, "Toby," She said concerned eyeing him up and down.

"Spencer," he swallowed again looking at her hesitantly. "I think were both fooling ourselves, that our relationship is going to work out."

"What?" She her jaw dropped, her voice breaking. "What are talking about?" She said quickly, feeling a sudden dread run through her veins.

"I just, I don't think we should see each other any more." He blurted quickly. He felt a sudden pain take over his body, as if he just fallen into a pit of despair. Now, fading away into the darkness.

She sat shocked on his couch, her blood ran could, she couldn't even comprehend what was happening.

"Are you breaking up with me?" She said her eyes becoming weary at the words. Her voice in complete utter shock, mixed with sorrow.

"I'm sorry Spencer," He said softly, fighting back his own tears.

"Toby," She said shaking her head feeling as if her whole world had just fallen apart. She felt like she couldn't breath, after her out burst of tears, and sobs. Seeing her like this made Toby too, break out into a silent sob. Although, she probably didn't hear him over her own sobs, and her eyes blurred from the tears streaming down her face. "You can't." She panted. "No," She shook her head rubbing her eyes. "No!" She shouted over her tears.

"Spencer," He said softly trying to console her.

"Toby, I." Her voice broke out, as she stood up. "I just," She sobbed wiping away her tears forcibly. Although, she couldn't stop her melt down.

"Spencer," He stood up, his voice filled with sadness, a tear shedding from his eyes. He tried to bring her into a hug, but she yanked him away.

"Why?" She said in the mix of her sobs. "I don't understand," She wailed. "Everything was going so well," She broke out through her tears. "Toby, no."She sobbed.

"Spencer, it's what's best."

"For who?" She yelled through her thick tears, although not giving him a chance to answer. She just fled out of his loft, sobbing. She couldn't be in his presence any more. Not like this, not when he was the one making her feel and do this. Besides, he just added to her tears. Seeing him there, looking at her sadly. Was he pitying her? It was just so un expected. Everything seemed fine, before he went to Rosewood last week. Everything was going perfect, even. Their last break up was three years ago, and that was only because she was too swamped in school, and too busy for a relationship. It was expected, they were fighting for weeks before hand.

This time was different, they hadn't been fighting. He was avoiding her for a week, and then just bam. He breaks up with her? It didn't make sense. Although, she couldn't put pieces together right now, because she was to broken. So she went to the only place, to the one person, who she could confine to. Aria Montgomery.

Author Note: So, I'm gonna skip ahead, and with flashbacks, and present times, I'll tell the story. Okay. Okay. So, i've been reading stories on FF for awhile, and I thought I would post this, I've been working on it for awhile, and have a lot done. So tell me what you think. This is just the beginning!