Spencer pulls the truck, Toby's truck, up the DiLaurentis' drive just as Toby comes around the side of the house, his arms full of supplies, stepping slightly higher than usual through the overgrown vegetation of the yard. His eyes find the truck, and it takes him a moment to remember where he's seen it before, and then another to notice who's driving it.
The truck screeches to a halt; his jaw drops, along with the supplies from his arms.
"Spencer –" he says once she's out, walking towards her.
"Take it," Spencer says, throwing the keys at him – he catches them – and moving around to the passenger side. "It's yours."
"Are you crazy?"
She laughs a little at his disbelief, leans against the truck.
"Do you know how long it'll take me to pay you back?" Toby demands, and she would tell him he doesn't have to if she didn't know that he would insist and give her that look, and she can't really deny him anything when he gives her that look.
"Well," she says, trying not to smile, "you have a job to get to tomorrow. In Yardley. Right?"
There it is – there's the look. He glances down at his new keys like he's trying to make sure they haven't disappeared, then back up at her, and that look in his eyes – the one that makes her heartbeat increase to a dangerous pace – is there as he approaches, more slowly now.
This is the look that has said so much to her, pleading innocence, asking for maybe just one kiss?, melting all her fears away. And without even a word. And right now it's thanking her for everything: believing him, helping him, caring about him. Loving him.
And in one glorious, shining moment, it comes to her with surprising ease, what should have been so complicated but isn't when she's with him; suddenly the day is a few shades brighter and A, dark and shadowy and twisted, isn't able to stand the brilliance and dissolves. A is no more, not here, not now, not if she's with Toby. She's untouchable.
But Toby's already beaten her to it. Before she can even open her mouth, he says, "I love you so much."
Spencer's heart pulses almost painfully at the naked emotion in his voice. She takes a single step toward Toby, her grin so wide it nearly breaks, and it's mirroring his and she thinks he can see in her eyes the love she feels for him bubbling all the way up through her.
"I wanted to say that first," she breathes, because the look has intensified and it's cutting off her air supply in the best possible way.
She takes Toby's face in her hands, and they kiss, and the sun is so very warm and bright.
a/n: greetings, pretty little liars fandom. i come in peace. ;) well, it finally happened! toby finally said it, and spencer as good as did. did anyone else squeal uncontrollably at the adorableness of this scene, or was it just me? also, i'm thinking about making this into a drabble series - what do you think? should i continue?
i wrote this in a good forty-five minutes, and this is also my first pll fic, so i'd really appreciate hearing your thoughts on it.
~whispered touches
disclaimer: i do not own pretty little liars. it belongs to abc family and sara shepard.
