AN: Just to set things straight, in my AU story, Spencer and Toby attend NYU, so does Hanna (and Caleb), Alison did die, but the murderer turned out to be Melissa and she was sentenced to three years in prison. Spencer and Toby became friends senior year (grade 11 for you technical people) and Aria attends Hollis for Ezra ;) and Emily is at UPenn with Paige (both in the swimming program.

Oh, and A didn't exist.

Other than that, everything else is the same :)

Disclaimer: Yeah, the last time I wished for the ownership of PLL, it didn't work.

Spencer POV

Friday, 8:01pm

She knocked on the worn mahogany door once, twice, and three times impatiently, shifting the cardboard box she held in her hands to become more comfortable. She blew a dark hair from her face when he didn't answer, and decided she should probably knock again. He probably didn't hear the knocking, she decided. Her hand was raised to hit the door again when it opened (finally), and she lowered it meekly.

"Spencer!" Toby exclaimed in surprise, widening the door gap so she could see that he was in black sweats and a white t-shirt. "What the heck are you doing here at 8:00 at night? It's dangerous in New York! You know that!"

She ducked her head like a child being scolded. "I kinda need a place to crash."

Toby cocked his head to the side intuitively. "Boyfriend problems with Wren again?"

She snorted derisively. "Naw, we broke up this morning. No, apparently, I got evicted."

"Okay, now I've seen everything." Toby raised an eyebrow at her.

"It's not what you think!" She protested. "My dad didn't see the bill under his mound of paperwork at home and totally forgot to pay it, and my landlord thinks it's fun to evict people at night- he even did it with my next door neighbor, remember?"

"So you need a place to stay..." Toby mused as the box grew heavier in her hands.

"Yes, smart one." She quipped. "Can I come in now? This box wants to drop and take my hands with it!" She tried to get through but Toby stretched out an arm to block her way. She turned to see him grinning like a Cheschire cat.

"I didn't say you could stay here..."

Her face fell. "But Toby, we've been friends forever! Since high school!"

Toby tapped a finger to his dimpled chin, pondering the problem. "Well, if you say please, I might let you stay..."

Her face flushed and her fingers grabbed the cardboard tighter. "Jerk." She muttered.

"Hmmm, what was that?"

"Nothing, can I please come in now? Pretty please with a high GPA on top?"

Toby smirked to show her that he had been joking and she smiled back. Oh, she could read him like a book. With an exaggerated flourish he opened the door for her.

"Thank you, Mister Cavanaugh." She joked, throwing down her box with a grunt. Rubbing her palms together, she turned to Toby with an expectant look. "Well, are you going to help me with the rest of them or not?"

"I knew I would regret letting you stay here." Toby muttered and was rewarded with a hard swat on his broad shoulder. She saw the look on his face and booked it down the stairs, laughing uncontrollably.

Toby POV

Once Spencer had made him bring almost all of her boxes upstairs (although she insisted it was an equal share of work), she lay sprawled on his brown leather couch in his main room, snacking on some crackers she had found in his cupboard. He sat down with a grunt on the opposite couch with a light beer, rubbing at his eyes every once and a while.

Spencer frowned at the distance between them. "Why are you all the way over there? You can share a couch with me and not crush me, B."

He smiled at the nickname, and even though he felt the familiar twinge of nerves he ignored them. We're just friends, he silently scolded that part of his heart.

"That's better." Spencer said, softly smiling as he sat down. "Because the Notebook is already in the DVD player."

He laughed mentally at her making sure that they would watch her favorite movie. After about an hour, give or take a couple minutes, passed, he could feel Spencer's head fall to rest on his arm. The girl herself was completely passed out.

Extracting himself from the couch, he padded over to his cabinet where he pulled out an old blue blanket and an extra pillow. He returned to the room and clicked the power button on the TV. The screen faded out, and he set to work covering a fully-clothed Spencer with the blanket and sliding the pillow under her head. His heart pulsed with frustration as he looked down on the girl he knew would never think of him the same way as he did of her. He bent over and kissed Spencer's forehead softly.

"Goodnight, Spence. I wish you knew." With that, he flicked off the lights and plunged them into the dark.

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