Weekend in Paradise
Chapter 1: Friday, Spencer's POV
Summary: One weekend was all Spencer and Toby needed to really fall for each other.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars. This story is roughly based off of the time that Spencer and Toby spent together in episode 1.19, "A Person of Interest".
It took one weekend for me to actually fall for Toby Cavanaugh. We started out as friends on Friday morning and by Sunday night; I had completely fallen head over heels for him. If only he hadn't kissed me, maybe I wouldn't have fallen so quickly. The only thing that I can wish is that he feels the same way about me. But, I'll start from the beginning so that you know what I'm talking about.
-Friday Morning-
"Spencer, why are you spending so much time with Toby? You can't still be tutoring him in French." Hanna asked me.
"Believe it or not Hanna, Toby and I have actually become friends." I replied.
"You and Toby are friends? I thought he didn't want anything to do with us?" Aria asked.
"Yes, Toby and I are friends. I thought we decided that Toby didn't kill Alison?" I asked looking at my friends.
"We did, I'm just surprised that you two became friends." Aria said.
"I can't believe that almost all of your free time is spent with him." Hanna said with a roll of her eyes.
"What about you and Caleb?" I countered.
"Hey, Caleb's my boyfriend now. You and Toby are "friends"… at least for now. What are you going to do if the police find some new evidence that point to him being Ali's killer?" Hanna asked.
"Then I'll do what I can to help prove him innocent. I honestly don't think that he had anything to do with Ali's death." I said as we rounded the corner that led to Emily's locker.
"Hey Em, can you believe that Spence and Toby are friends now?" Hanna asked.
"Yeah, I can. Cause I was friends with him too. Until he thought that I turned him over to the police. Since then he hasn't really talked to me much." Emily said avoiding eye contact with me.
"Em, what's wrong? You won't even look at Spencer." Aria said.
"I don't want to talk about it." Emily said giving me an apologetic smile.
Of course, I knew exactly why she wasn't making eye contact with me.
"Anyway, we should get going to English, we don't want to be late to Aria's favorite class." I joked, but lowered my voice so that only the four of us could hear the hidden jibe behind my words.
"Hey, English was my favorite class even before I met Ezra." Aria said defensively.
"Sure it was." Hanna said with a laugh as she started toward Mr. Fitz's classroom.
As the day went on, I couldn't help but think about Toby. So much had happened in the few weeks that we had started to hang out and I was starting to think that I liked him as more than a friend. The only problem with me liking Toby? Emily was already upset that I had become close with Toby, I didn't want to hurt her feelings by getting involved with him romantically. And unfortunately, since he hadn't started coming back to school yet, I had to wait until after school to see him again.
-Friday Afternoon-
"Spencer? Spencer? Spencer!" Aria exclaimed as she waved her hand in front of my face.
"What?" I asked looking at her confused.
"The final bell rang. And you were just staring out the window." Aria said with a hint of a smile.
"Sorry, I was just thinking…" I started to say.
"About Toby?" Aria offered.
"Yeah… he's different then I thought he would be. I think I might be starting to like him as more than a friend." I admitted.
"You should probably talk to Emily about this, not me." Aria said before I could tell her anything else.
"She's upset already; I don't want to make her more upset." I said.
"But not telling would make her more upset then you not telling her." Aria said.
"I guess you're right." I said with a sigh.
"Of course I am. Now, you go talk to Emily before you go to meet Toby, I have a dinner to prepare." Aria said with a smile.
"You're cooking for Mr. Fitz?" I asked in a low voice.
"Yep. Usually we just order take out, but I offered to cook tonight and he agreed to it. So I will talk to you later." Aria said before heading off.
"I've been waiting for you to get here." Someone said from behind me.
With a smile on my face, I turned around to see none other than Toby leaning against my locker.
"I didn't expect you to be waiting at my locker." I said as I took a few steps toward him and reaching around him to open my locker.
"I needed to see you. I need your help Spencer." Toby said making sure that I was the only that heard him.
"Is everything okay?" I asked suddenly completely concerned.
"Yeah, I was just wondering if you could drive me to a motel. Jenna and I keep getting into fights and I can't stand another fight with her." Toby admitted.
"Why are you guys fighting?" I asked as I got the books that I needed to do my homework over the weekend and closed my locker so that I was finally facing him.
"She suspects that I was the one who took her phone." Toby said in a low voice.
"How would she know that?" I asked.
"She doesn't know for sure, but suspicion is enough for her." Toby said.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you to take it." I apologized.
"Don't be."Toby said. "So will you take me to a motel?" he asked.
"Of course." I said taking his hand in mine and walking out of the school and to my car.
After stopping by Toby's house so that he could get some things for the weekend, I drove him to the closest motel to our small town. All thoughts of talking to Emily about how I was feeling about Toby gone momentarily from my mind. I was just enjoying being with Toby. Ever since we had come to the conclusion that the same person was most likely framing both of us for Ali's murder, everything that we talked about came with ease. I didn't have to put up a façade with Toby and he didn't have to put up a façade with me. We could just be ourselves around each other, and that was the best thing that had happened to me since Ali's funeral service and all of this crappy A business started.
-Friday Night-
"Spencer, I want you to stay here with me tonight." Toby said making me look up from the Scrabble tiles that I had on my tray.
"Why?" I asked hoping that he couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating at the thought of spending the night with him.
"I don't know. I just do. I haven't felt so comfortable around anyone in a while. Probably since Homecoming before Emily got hurt. I feel like I can trust you with anything." Toby answered.
"I would love to stay Toby, but I…" I started before he interrupted.
"No buts Spencer, you want to stay, so you're staying." Toby said before getting up and heading to the window.
"And if my parents call me asking where I am?" I asked rolling from my side to my back so that I could look at him.
"You have lied before, haven't you?" Toby asked raising an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah, so what? Everyone lies at some point Toby." I responded.
"Tell them that you are at Emily or Aria or Hanna's house." Toby said matter-of-factly.
"And if they call one of their houses?" I asked sitting up.
"Call or text your friends first." Toby suggested.
"Toby, that's getting a little too extreme, don't you think?" I asked standing up and walking over to him.
"Spencer, you and I both know what your parents and sister and even your brother-in-law all think of me. Do you really want them to know that you are spending the night with me at a motel?" Toby asked he gently placed his hands on my hips and pulling me towards him.
"Honestly, I could care less what they all think about you or where we are and what we are doing." I said getting lost in his eyes.
"Do you trust me?" Toby asked.
"Yes." I answered without a second's hesitation.
Pulling me even closer to him, Toby moved one of his hands to the back of my neck and leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. Getting lost in everything, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my toes to deepen the kiss, unfortunately, Toby pulled away.
"Wha… why?" I asked confusion showing on my face.
"Spencer, I don't want to rush things." Toby said kissing my forehead.
"Then why did you kiss me?" I asked softly feeling slightly heartbroken and rejected.
"I wanted to see if I felt anything other than friendship for you Spencer." Toby said before walking back to the bed.
"And you don't." I said as I felt tears filling my eyes.
"No, just the opposite. I do feel something other than friendship Spencer; I just don't want to rush into a relationship with my future, our future, so up in the air right now." Toby said.
"Really?" I asked looking up and wiping the few stray tears away.
"Yes, really. Now come here." Toby said gesturing toward the bed.
"Why?" I asked wearily but walked to him anyway.
"You're crying Spencer, I want to comfort you." Toby said opening his arms so that I could slide in.
"Toby, you know that we are going to catch hell for this, right?" I asked as leaned against his chest and he held me while wiping my tears away.
"I'm prepared to stand up for the girl I want to be with." Toby responded before placing a kiss on the top of my head.
"You want to be with me, and you are willing to stand up for me, but you don't want to rush into anything?" I asked looking up at him.
"Yes. I can be with you and I can stand up for you, stand up for us, but not have us rush into anything." Toby explained.
"If you say so." I said with a sigh.
"You need some rest." Toby said as I tried to hide a yawn.
"No I don't. I'm fine." I lied.
"No you aren't. Spencer, I just saw you yawn. You need to get some sleep." Toby said while he let go of me and got up.
As I watched him, he grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a shirt and held them up.
"Bottom or top?" Toby asked with a humorous smile on his face, probably from the look on my face. "I'm just kidding." He said as he tossed the shirt to me and walked into the bathroom to change.
Since the door didn't close all the way, or maybe just because he wanted me to watch him, I couldn't help but watch him take his shirt off. At the sight of his '901 Free at Last' tattoo, I froze a little. I still had no idea what the tattoo meant, and I didn't know what to do. It hadn't been that long ago that I had been one of the many people in Rosewood that had accused Toby of killing Ali, and at the sight of the tattoo, I couldn't help but wonder why the date that Ali had disappeared was the same date that was permanently printed in ink on his side. After a few seconds of staring at Toby, I averted my gaze to the Scrabble board that was still sitting on the bed. Not wanting to play anymore, and needing a clear place for us to sleep, I started to put the game away. After a minute or two, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me toward him.
"You are not going to be comfortable sleeping in these clothes." Toby whispered in my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
"What do you suggest?" I asked trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"I suggest you change into this." Toby said handing me the shirt that he had tossed me a few minutes before.
"Just this?" I asked looking at him skeptically.
"I don't see why not…" Toby said with a small smile.
"Okay."I said standing up and heading toward the bathroom to change.
It only took a few minutes, but by the time I was done, everything was cleared off the bed, and Toby was already asleep. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly laid down on the bed trying not to wake him up. It was definitely going to be an interesting weekend.
End Chapter 1
(A/N: So, I hope you liked this chapter. This is the first Pretty Little Liars story that I have actually posted, so if it's bad, I'm sorry. But please review and let me know what you think. – Emma)