They were walking side by side in the bright green grass with the sun shining above them. Spencer had decided she wanted to show Toby the house her and some other people were building for some people who lost their home in Haiti. He listened carefully as she explained why they were building it.

"You're starting to make me a little nervous," he said when she was finished.

"Why am I starting to make you nervous?" she asked.

He thought for a second and then spoke, "I'm starting to think you might be too good of a person for me."

"Oh, trust me Toby, I'm not that good of a person," she chuckled.

"You're sneaking off everyday to do manual labor." She smiled as he continued. "Building a house for charity over spring break."

Suddenly her mood seemed to change.

"No, you're right," she started. "It's selfish really, me being this generous."

He laughed softly.

"No, really though, you don't drink."

"Nope."

"You don't smoke."

"Nope."

"And I'm guessing you don't sleep around."

"I absolutely don't."

He murmured a sound of agreement.

"Well you have to have some faults," he stated.

"I do," she smiled.

He looked at her and noticed her facial expression get very serious.

"Care to enlighten me?" he asked.

There was a brief pause before she spoke, "I curse."

"No."

"I do!"

"No you don't."

"Yes I do!"

"I haven't heard you."

"Well that's because," she thought for a moment. "It's in my mind. There's a never-ending stream of curse words that I'm thinking. At all times."

He smiled, "Okay, fine. Say one."

"No, I can't tell you because it's filthy."

"Right," he mumbled sarcastically. "Okay, fair enough."

She giggled softly, "No, I have faults Toby. Trust me, plenty of them. You'll see."

"I hope so."


As they walked around the half built house Toby couldn't help but watch in awe as she explained all the parts of the house. He couldn't believe that he had ran into someone so caring and selfless. Not only was she beautiful in every way imaginable, but she also had a heart of gold, and that was rare.

She was just finishing up her tour when it started raining heavily.

"Toby, come here!" she pulled him away to a section of the partially built shelter that had somewhat of a roof to protect them from the downpour.

"I have a question," she stated nervously.

"Okay."

"The way people act around you," she started. "It's like..they're scared of you."

He tried to stop her comment from bringing back any unwanted memories.

"They're not scared of me," he answered simply. "They might be scared of who I used to be."

This seemed to catch her interest, "And who was that?"

He tried to think of the most ambiguous answer possible, "Somebody different."

"And when did you change?" she questioned. "When you went into the Army?"

"Uh, yeah yeah. I mean, part of it, yeah."

"And the other part?"

"I don't know, I'm still working on that."

She thought a moment. "So you used to be tough," she stated in disbelief.

He chuckled at her assumption and looked at the ground.

"Well you don't scare me, Toby."

He looked back up at her golden brown irises. "No?"

She shook her head.

"Well you scare me," he whispered.

He noticed flushes of red rise up in her cheeks as he brought his face closer to hers. She seemed hesitant at first and he started to wonder if she felt the same way he did. Eventually she met his lips with just as much passion as him and he knew that she did. The kiss quickly grew heated as she jumped up and he wrapped her legs around his waist. He then lowered them to the ground and he met her lips again while running his fingers through her tangled tresses.

They stayed that way until the cold became too much to bare and they were forced to go their separate ways.