This is a teaser for a new story I want to write. Please review and tell me your thoughts and what you think is going to happen. This will be a Spoby story with mentions of other couples.

Toby:

I sat outside the social services building, my foot on the gas pedal of my Mustang. I stared into the office of my social worker, Anne. I was ready to gun the engine, and never look back. Anne had other plans for me. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. My phone rang; I picked it up without breaking my gaze with the office.

"I can see you, Toby." She said, walking to the window. "Just come see her; she's your mother."

"Did you know that the traffic lights are on a timer, Anne?"

"Don't you dare Toby Cavanaugh," She shook her finger from the window.

"If I hit that sweet speed of 30 miles per hour, I can hit every single light just as it turns green. I wouldn't have to look back," I threatened the social worker.

"Give her ten lousy minutes," Anne pleaded. In response, I switched my phone off and slammed my foot on the gas. I was gone.

Spencer:

"There you are, Spencer," my mother called. "Are you ready for your speech?" She questioned. I nodded, unable to answer her. "Your dress is with Jason, go get ready!" She brushed past me, already barking orders at waiters.

I trudged towards my brother, Jason. "Here," he said, plopping a large dress box into my arms. "Don't worry, Spence, it's just a speech." At the word, I felt my heart jump into my throat.

"I can't do it, Jason."

"Do it for mom, she still struggles with Melissa's death." I nodded, swallowing my heart. "Gimme a hug." He pulled me into an embrace. "Now go get ready."

Once in the bathroom, I pulled the dress out of the box. The frilly peach fabric protruded outwards in an over the top ballgown. I shimmied into it, and strapped the high heels on my feet.

As soon as I walked back out to the main event room, I began panicking. Do it for mom and Melissa. I repeated to myself. In a trace, I was called on stage.