Hiii, its my first Spoby Fanfiction so I'm excited. Enjoy 😊

Btw no -A

The steady rays of the early sun poured in from the window as the snoring brunette named Spencer tossed and turned on her cream sheets. When her face came in direct contact with the sunlight, the previously slumbering woman opened her eyes to the morning sun. With a small smile adorned on her face as the aroma of coffee filled her nose, she rose up into a sitting a position and released her long, brunette locks from a ponytail and looked at the small clock on her night stand. 7:32. Still feeling a little tired, Spencer knew she wouldn't be complete without her daily, okay more like hourly, cup of coffee.

"Spence!"

Accompanied by the exclaim was the steady tap of her best friend, Hanna's shoes on their hardwood floor.

It was early, well for Hanna, but she was still dressed to impress with a short black skirt and a sheer maroon blouse holding a pink travel mug in hand. Looking down at her black and sparkly pumps, Spencer squinted.

"One, I love you for making the coffee. And two, give me back my shoes."

A loud snort escaped Hanna as she walked in and threw one of Spencer's beige pillows off the bed before planting herself where it once was.

Hanna's apple cinnamon body mist filled her nostrils as she stared at the pillow across the room.

"Come on Spence. It would be a disservice to mankind if I didn't let these babies see sunlight. You wore them once and that was on the Fred date." Hanna said with a shudder as Spencer wrinkled her nose.

Flashbacks of an hour long talk of model trains and conductor uniforms filled Spencer's mind as she thought of the double date Hanna and Caleb forced her to go on.

"We don't talk about the Fred date." She said with annoyance and obvious distain.

The blonde looked from the shoes to Spencer's face with a smirk. "So, no more talk about the shoes..moving on. Now that I think about it, you haven't been on a date since Fred and that was almost six months ago!"

"When do I have time to date Han, I'm still a college student and co-owner of a boutique remember?"

It was true. After graduating high school in a small town in Pennsylvania, Hanna and Spencer headed to New York where they attended New York University majoring in fashion marketing while the latter majored in business. Her parents were still proud of her, but their clenched fists and tight-lipped smiles didn't escape her when she told them she wouldn't be attending an Ivy. Their other two best friends from high school, Emily and Aria moved further south with Emily attending Duke University and Aria going to the Savannah School of Art and Design.

After Hanna and Spencer completed undergraduate school, they both decided to stay in New York and share an apartment in the city to save money. A few years and many hours of hard work later, they opened their own lingerie boutique, Allure. Hanna decided to focus solely on the boutique while Spencer decided to get her master's in marketing at NYU. Emily and Aria decided the Rosewood would always be their home and moved back after they finished school, frequently visiting the two whenever they could.

"….and I'm pretty sure you haven't had sex in over a year. Well, I at least hope you haven't because if you've been getting some, I owe Caleb twenty bucks. He thinks it's unrealistic that you work at a lingerie store filled with the necessary equipment and still haven't used them to your advantage. I mean I know we do…"

Catching the last bit of her rant, Spencer pulled the lavender covers back and walked briskly to the kitchen right across from her room, knowing that Hanna would follow. She began to speak as she heard Hanna's, her, heels tap against the mahogany floors.

"Why can't you guys be a normal couple and not discuss my sex life in your free time?" Spencer said as she pulled a mug down from the translucent cabinet.

Hell, could they just be normal people and not discuss her sex life at all.

"Because we love you and we don't want what happened with Andrew to plague your dating life forever." Hanna retorted melodramatically.

Spencer winced as she thought of her supposedly high school sweetheart.

Ask anyone of her former high school classmates to describe Spencer Hastings and you would most likely hear the words hard ass, intense, and smart as hell thrown around.

But when it came to Andrew Campbell, she was putty in his hands.

Of course, it was her first ever serious boyfriend so when they began to date the only word people threw around was: whipped.

She was so whipped that when he first offered her Adderall, so she could study better she saw it as if it was gift from God and not the sneaky devil.

The devil who got caught with the drugs from a resource officer without a prescription and blamed the whole thing on Spencer in order to save his waitlisted name in the Harvard database.

The devil who convinced Spencer that her parents who were top lawyers could let her off easier then his who owned a chain of batting cages across the East Coast.

And the devil who dumped her after he was accepted into Harvard and she lost her acceptance to Duke and was shipped off to True North for the summer to sing songs of Jesus and bibles.

Like they said, whipped.

Her best friends, including Caleb, had helped her through her break up and addiction tremendously and now it seemed as if they thought it was their life goal to find the love of her life or night in their case.

But she was fine, she was Spencer FREAKING Hastings. She graduated top of her class at NYU and is the co-owner of a business that was literally booming from opening to closing. She lives in New York City in a beautiful two-bedroom apartment. She didn't need a man to come in and change her already perfect life. Right?

Taking another long sip and gulping it down, Spencer turned around and looked into Hanna's eyes.

"It won't, I love that you're both concerned," Lie. "But I'm fine, okay?" Another lie. "I've got my hands full with school and Allure." Okay, that one was the truth.

"Is that why you're not dressed yet or are you coming in later?" The blonde asked as she looked at Spencer's faded t-shirt and shorts.

"What?"

With an eyeroll the blonde pointed a perfectly manicured nail at the large calendar that was magnetized to the fridge. Per Spencer's demand of course.

In bright blue letters read: "Meet with Architect 8am."

Spencer's eyes budged out her head as she set the coffee down and made her way back into her room, beelining for the closet.

"Hanna, why would I not go to a meeting about completely remodeling the boutique!" Spencer exclaimed as she poked her head to glare at the blonde and read her clock. 7:46

"Because I have been meeting with him for the past month discussing plans. I thought you wanted me to take the lead on this too." The blonde exclaimed with wide eyes.

"That's only because I get out of class late on the days you meet. We're finalizing everything, I'm pretty sure I need to be there!" Spencer said as she threw off her pajama shirt and threw it at Hanna's face.

Ten minutes later, both women walked out the door and began the short journey to their place of business just right across the street with corsets and teddies lining the window unaware that doing so would change their lives forever.

Kudos to whoever saw the New Girl reference lol

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