A/N: I realize I probably should be updating The Heart Wants What the Heart Needs or On the Way Down, but I had this idea, and I just had to write it. Well, I didn't have to, but it would've kept bugging me if I didn't. I got the idea when I was reading another fic, but this is completely different. It's not even in the same show. I absolutely love Tencer/ Spoby/Soby (honestly, what is their decided couple name?) and I thought this idea really worked. I'll be updating my other two stories soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars. Unfortunately…

P.S. I honestly don't know what the title has to do with anything, but I thought it sounded cool. Oh, and I know that the summary isn't ion the story (yet) but it will be in later chapters!

Spencer's POV

Spencer groaned as the sunlight streamed through her window. She blinked sleepily, the events from the church before hitting her like a ton of bricks. The bright and sunny day was so different from the night before. Then, it was dark, dusty, and terrifying. Now, the sun was bright, the sky was clear, and birds were chirping. It was as if the world were mocking her. She sat up carefully, the quiet sobbing from the night before giving her an awful headache, almost as if she had a hangover. Which, in a way, she did.

In front of her bathroom mirror, she realized just how horrible she looked. She hadn't changed her clothes from the night before, let alone taken off her makeup. The mascara left big, fat, black tear streaks on her almost otherwise flawless pale cheeks. Her blush had mixed in, giving it an odd pinkish- black color. Her lipstick was smudged, leaving a trail halfway to her ear. Her dark brown hair looked as if a rat family had checked in.

After furiously dragging a brush through the knots, Spencer had further worsened her headache. She took a shower. With the warm water cascading over her, she temporarily forgot about what had happened. In those twenty minutes, there was nothing. No Ali, no A, no Ian. It was peaceful. And it was too bad it had to end. She turned off the water and wrapped a white fluffy towel around herself. She dressed slowly, dreading having to go downstairs and face her parents. Melissa… Melissa wasn't as bad. She was a bit more supportive.

Leaving her room, fully dressed, she tried to sneak down the stairs, hoping to avoid a confrontation. No such luck. The minute she stepped foot in the kitchen, she wished she had climbed out the window. Her mother was sitting at the counter, slowly sipping a mug of coffee, Spencer's father sitting beside her doing the same, except he was reading the paper. They sat down their items as she walked over to the coffee pot, desperately needing the caffeine.

"Spencer," Her mother's voice was authoritative, demanding attention. "What happened last night? And we want the truth. Not those lies you were telling the police about Ian."

Spencer didn't turn around, instead glaring at the mug in her hand. "I told you the truth. And if you don't want to believe me, then that's your problem. Not mine."

"Spencer," This time, it was her dad speaking. "What's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately. Sneaking around, lying to everyone? What is it? Is it that Cavanaugh boy?"

She whirled around. "Toby has nothing to do with this." She put extra emphasis on his name, hoping (in vain) that her parents would call him that. No matter how happy he seemed to make her, her parents still hated him. She knew that, but didn't care. She wished her parents approved, but if they didn't (which they didn't), she wasn't going to stop seeing him. No matter what.

"I knew it," Veronica Hastings said. "I knew it. I knew he was a bad influence on you, but I held my tongue. Not anymore. Spencer, I don't want you seeing him anymore. You hear me? I don't want you talking to him, texting him; I don't even want you looking at him. Do you understand me?"

"Oh I understand, Mother," Spencer spit, "I understand perfectly fine. You let Ian stay around here, even though you knew how I felt about him, just to make Melissa happy. Because she the 'golden' daughter, the 'perfect' daughter, while I'm the screw up whose brought a lot of bad attention to this family. But the minute I find someone who makes me happy, who actually gives a damn about me, unlike you, you want me to stop seeing him. Now how is that fair?"

Her father's tone was reprimanding. "We only want what's best for you, Spence."

"No you don't. You want what's best for you. Not me. You never want what's best for me. As long as you're happy, who cares about Spencer? Right? Oh, she's not gonna care that we're going to try to run her life for her. She'll just let us like she always does. Well, not this time. I'm always doing things to impress you, and you never notice, because it pales in comparison to what Melissa does. Now I'm in a relationship for myself, and I'm not about to end it to make you happy."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, her father took a deep breath and let a long sigh. "I didn't want to have to do this," he said, more to himself than to Spencer.

Said girl narrowed her deep brown eyes. "Do what?" She growled.

"We've tried to separate you two slowly. We've tried to talk you out of it. But now you leave us no choice. If you don't stop seeing that Cavanaugh boy, we're going to have to disown you."

"Disown me?" she asked incredulously. She let out a bark of harsh laughter. "And you don't think that's a little rash? This is fucking unbelievable. The minute I don't listen to you, and you disown me. You really don't want me in this family, do you? I have news for you. I want to be in this family just about as much as you want me with Toby. So, you know what? Go ahead. Disown me. See if I care. I'd rather be with Toby than live with you. Hell, I'd rather live in a cardboard box with some hobo named Jerry asking for spare change than live with my wonderful mom and dad. Or can I still call you that?"

"Don't speak to us like that, young lady! We're trying to help, and if you don't want our help then you can just leave!" Veronica yelled, pointing at the door.

"And now you're kicking me out? Wow. So is being an ass hereditary or did you guys learn it over the years? And, Veronica" – she turned towards her mother – "Peter" – she turned to her father – "I'll gladly leave." She sat the mug down, and with her head held high, she walked out of the door and into the neighborhood, the one place she knew to go on her mind. Make that, one person. But then again, Toby Cavanaugh was always on her mind.

A/N: Aaaannnndddd there we go. Sorry if her parents seem a little OOC or harsh. They aren't my most favorite character, and I think that shows. So let me know if anyone was OOC. I should have the next chapter up after I update my other stories. I can't forget about those. Toby will be in the second chapter, and maybe her parents, and quite possibly Jenna too, even if I don't want her in this any more than you probably do.