Hi everyone!
I found an old story in my computer the other day. I wrote it almost two years ago and it's almost finished. I actually published two chapters weeks ago, but I realized there were many mistakes left so I corrected them.
The story is about Spencer and Toby and the final episodes gave me some inspiration to continue it and I thought why not?
It's completely AU, but I hope you'll still like it!
Have a good read!
Chapter I: Last glance
"So… » Spencer thought, "This is it" She glanced one last time at the old red brick building she had been living in for the last four years. 18, Wolf street, app. 12, that was the address she had considered like home for years. Now all it reminded her was the pain she had felt in the last weeks she had lived there.
During four years she had been happy with him. She was going to college and he was a resident in cardiology. She thought her whole future was planned; she would graduate and he would finish med school. Then, he would ask her to marry her. They would later buy a great house with a large porch with rocking chairs, a yard with a white picket fence and big oak tree. Not much later they'd have start talking about children and they would have had three; two girls and a boy. She even had thought about names: Rose, Lexie and Theo.
Yep, that was perfect in Spencer Hastings's imagination, but she had forgotten something in her perfect plan… Wren was Melissa's ex-fiancé. Her sister's ex-fiancé. That meant that one day he had loved her, a lot, and Spencer was just the younger sister who happened to fall desperately in love with her sister's boyfriend.
Of course, after he had broken off his engagement to Melissa, Wren had returned Spencer's feelings for four long years. But then he had run into Melissa at a concert in Philly.
In four years with Spencer it was the first time he had ran into the oldest Hastings ever since their break up. The Hastings parents weren't exactly Wren's biggest fans after the way he had left their Melissa, so he was never invited for Christmas or anniversaries as Spencer's boyfriend. The preferred to pretend that he didn't exist and that didn't make a lot of occasions for the two ex-fiancés to run into each other. The whole Wren subject was taboo and only the source of bickering in the Hastings household.
But Wren did eventually bump into Melissa that one night at the concert, after a bad fight with Spencer. He was awfully drunk, having wanted to drown his anger with Jack Daniels instead of dealing with the fight, and Melissa still held resentment towards Spencer for stealing her fiancé. It only took one word from her to get them both back in old habits.
Hours later, Spencer was coming back to their apartment after a night out with two college colleagues. The instant she opened the door, she could sense that something was off. It was too dark, too silent, too everything.
When she eventually found her sister sprawled in her bed with nothing to cover her naked form but the sheets, Spencer felt like the dumbest girl in the world.
Wren pleaded for her to not leave, but she was so mad. Of all the girls he could have chosen to cheat on her with, he had chosen Melissa, her own sister? Yes she had been the first one to date Melissa's ex, but she had never done anything while Melissa and Wren were still engaged! She had waited two months after their break up to allow herself to even do as much as talk to Wren. How could Wren do that to her? He knew how her whole life Spencer had always felt inferior to Melissa. When Spencer won a tennis tournament, Melissa was selected for the national team. When Spencer got an A+ on an assignment, Melissa won a prize for the best essay. She had always been the favourite, and Wren had just proven her that she would always be even though she had confided in him about all her insecurities.
At those thoughts Spencer felt the tears come and she shook her head, "No!" she thought, "I won't spend a single more tear on those two!" She was leaving Philly and it was for the best. She had a job waiting for her in a new city. She should be happy.
Without turning back, she handed her suitcases to the taxi driver who was waiting for her. The rest of her things would follow in the truck. And when the driver started the car and drove down her street, she didn't glance back once at her old life.
