Ok guys, sorry but I literally can't stay away. I have been looking at my computer screen for way too long wanting to post more to my story. Please forgive me! Like I said last time please give me reviews, and follow, it means the world to me! Thank you, -another Spencer.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I nod.

Toby's POV

The next morning I wake up with a dull throbbing in my arm. I roll over, trying to ease the pain, but I end up with a face full of chestnut colored hair. Slowly, I stand up and look at the time. It's 7:53; Spencer has to be to school at 8:00. I bend down and shake her shoulder. "Spence, wake up." I whisper. She remains motionless. I try again. "Spencer, honey, you have to go to school." She rolls over and attempts to punch my chest.

"Ow," she squeals. "Who put a damn cinderblock next to my bed?" She mutters with her eyes still closed. I poke her in the side, and she squirms slightly. After about a minute, she cracks an eye open. "Much better than a cinderblock," she mumbles. "Why did you wake me up, Toby?" she questions.

"You have school in about ten minutes." I tell her.

"Shit!" She yelps as she leaps out of the bed. I sit down, and watch her scurry around the loft. She throws my shirt off, and gallops to my closet. We supplied her with clothes. Spencer pulls out a navy blue dress with white daisies out of the closet. When she is safely secured in that, she braids her hair to the side. Grabbing her bag, she runs over to my side, and plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Shoes!" I remind her before she skips out the door.

"Oh yeah," she says and grabs a pair of navy blue TOMS.

Spencer's POV

When I reach my car, I notice I didn't lock it last night. Huh, I think to myself that is very unlike me! Shrugging it off, I climb in and click my seatbelt. I speed to Rosewood Day, and run to my first class.

Before the bell rings, I check my phone.

1 text: Unavailable

Spencer, I spy with my little eye someone not being careful. Next time, remember to do it away from the window.

Kisses, -a.

I make a face at my phone, and Aria looks at me skeptically. I shake my head and look away.

The day flies past me like no one could believe. I am entirely zoned out, wondering if –A got any pictures. During English, Mr. Fitz calls on me. I look at him with a blank expression, not knowing what he asked.

"For once in her life, the famous Spencer Hastings doesn't know the answer," Mona snickers. I shoot her a look, and Aria pipes in for me.

She spews out the answer, and Mr. Fitz looks at her lovingly. I notice, but I hope no-one else did.

At the end of the day, I run to my locker, and collect my books. I jog over to my car, and text my mom.

Hey moms, spending another night with Toby, make my excuses?

I hit send, and drive back to the loft. I know Toby won't be back til' after five, so I jump on my homework.

Ok, so here is chapter two, and at the way I'm thinking, I will be updating almost too much if that's possible! Feel free to ask questions!

Thank you,

The other Spencer