Okay so I knew it would happen I would end up abandoning this project. I'm not the best at staying on track but I got some reviews and they made me determined to continue, Thanks guys. I hope you guys don't mind this is a Spoby story so their will be Spoby but I am writing this at slow pace and I want it too be hard for Spencer and Toby to pick up the pieces so it might be slow paced at times. Uh, if you liked this and want me to continue please send a review as a guest or a user I'll try too stay focused for you!


Spencer POV

"Spencer if you don't want to go to this dinner we don't have to." Said Andrew clearly. He'd repeated himself at least three times. It was my fault though I'd been distraught all day over the event of dinner with Toby, Emily, Paige, Hanna, Caleb and Toby's expensive, opulent new doll. It was Andrew's way of caring; worrying. Worrying about me and Toby meeting again and the Imaginary explosion that it won't cause.

As I search my clothes for the perfect dress for dinner I find a blue raw silk dress of knee length fabric. The collar is embellished with lace and decorative fake pearls. I tried it on and loved the way it fitted the feel of the softness as the silk floated and rippled like water. Suddenly memories surfaced at an alarming rate.


"Toby you didn't have to organize this." I said smiling so brightly

"Of course I do. Its graduation dinner for us two." He said grinning

"Yeah! We do deserve this." I laughed as he lit the candle-sticks on the small table with the red and white tartan thrown over it.

"You do." Toby said clearly holding my gaze. He adverted his gaze and looked at me, he tilted his head. "You look so beautiful all the time but your dress looks immensely beautiful on you."

"Are you sure it's not just the dress" I said smiling

"Hmm…no it's definitely you." He grinned

I lean in to kiss him "Fine I'll just have to learn to agree." I said smiling Toby beamed

Still beside Toby I look towards the mirror and smile. The colour looks just like his eyes.


I lean against my bed frame for support. I can't were that dress to dinner it could be confusing, I remember later that evening telling him I got the dress because I thought he'd like it. Yes it would confuse him I don't want him to think I want him back. I don't.

I settle for a dress I brought to wear for when I'm with Andrew a lilac knee length dress that hugged my curves, with a sweetheart neckline. I studied myself in the mirror the truth was I didn't like the way this dress made me loose what I had with Toby; the chance to be innocent because with him I was safe in his views and that was all the assurance I needed.

There I was wearing something so different from something I would of worn for Toby and I was enlightened with the fact Toby and Andrew were so different, Actually nobody I'd ever met was like Toby and that made my bottom lip tremble and betraying pearly tears to slip over my cheeks. I'd fallen deeply in love with somebody with no possible resemblance to anybody on earth and it hurt worse than being stabbed because this was like being stabbed repetitively.

Jumbled words trying to form coherent thoughts came tumbling towards me with impact.

Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal.


Toby's POV

I had my hand around Katrina's curved waist trying to steady myself as I opened the door to the Apple Rose Grille "Quaint place isn't it Tobes?" said Katrina curiously.

"Compared to New York I suppose it is." I said vaguely.

"You're not very focused are you" sighed Katrina.

Just above the bridge of my noes worry lines grew. I shouldn't have Katrina sullen too "I'm sorry. It's just that this is hard for me even if Rosewood is packed away." I admitted.

Katrina grimaced "Tobes you're going to let some old girl run you out of town? That's weak, anyway you've been excited to see Emily so let's just enjoy the evening." exclaimed Katrina.

I grinned and leaned down to kiss the top of her head tenderly. "Thanks." I replied.

Not far from where Katrina and I stalled I could see Hanna, Caleb, Emily and her girlfriend Paige all seated around the table for eight in lurid conversation. As me and Katrina strolled towards the table their whisperings got clearer "Seriously Emily this isn't going to work…" said Caleb evidently. Hanna nodded. "What isn't going to work" I interrupted, Emily looked up and beamed "Toby!" she hugged me tightly. Hanna smiled warmly and Caleb grinned too both said hello calmly. "Introduce us" Requested Hanna and I observed Emily shooting her an ugly glare. What wasn't going to work?

Hanna notices the glare and adverts her troubled expression towards the entrance "Spencer" calls Hanna she beckons Spencer towards our table. Hopefully nobody noticed my stunned expression but I couldn't help but silently stare at her dress she doesn't look comfortable in her sweet heart lilac dress. Every now and again she flinches next to Andrew. Does she feel vulnerable?

Spencer looks beautiful as I remember her. Her frame is still thin but in an elegant way so anything she puts on looks flattering except that dress. Everybody must have noticed my shocked expression by now I hadn't even recovered.

I had to attempt to make conversation. Ease the silence. I stepped forward. Act like nothing happened. "Hello Andrew" I began. With clammy hands I shook his, I wonder if he felt my hands trembling. Andrew was a tall man heavy and muscled under his white shirt. His ashy blond hair catching in the lights. He glared at me with his lips in a thin line but still took my hand and shook it firmly.

"Spencer" I acknowledged. I simply nodded brusquely in her direction not making any attempt at real contact. Spencer nodded too never meeting my eyes. Everybody watched as instead of making any functional conversation I toyed with my collar and Spencer shifted her weight from foot to foot, I could feel the warmth creeping up my neck.

Emily breaks the quickly becoming unbearable silence "Well are you going to sit down Spence?"

"Of course." Spencer insisted "Andrew sit next to me." she gestures to the seat beside her.

After the trial of ordering for eight the people around me seemed to relax and ease. Emily exclaimed enthusiastically I told her about my place in New York and she and Paige explained their plans. It made me smile optimistically; hearing Emily talking about her happily ever after, me and Emily always got back too each other one way or another.

Hanna and Katrina talked beside me elatedly Hanna boasted about her boutique and Katrina lapped it up peacefully. In-between conversation I catch myself glancing at Spencer in the candlelight her tawny brown hair seems to glow and her skin radiates with joy, her deep mocha eyes light up with colour, I find myself remembering touching her lustrous skin and how those eyes once sparkled with devotion for me.

"What are you looking at?" questioned Emily. I laughed weakly and turned back to her anticipated face

"Nothing." I muttered.

Katrina slurred a giggle as I kissed her cheek while she talked to Hanna "that's rude" she mumbled

"You're tipsy" I whispered in her ear "Let's go home, Honey."

"No. I'm having fun with Hanna." Katrina argued. She pouted irresistibly her glossy lips gleaming in the lights. "Fine." I grumbled.

I looked up allowing my eyes to wander the table giving myself freedom to roam the faces of the people around me. Spencer sits beside Andrew on the opposite side of the table like an opposing team and when I look up to glance at her, her eyes are settled on my she doesn't withdraw and doesn't glare but she holds me in my place. "Spence we better get going." Interrupts Andrew she stands up nodding in an agreement breaking whatever that was. I grip my cutlery as Andrew threads his fingers between hers.


Spencer POV

"Andrew I'll move in with you." I pulled the words begrudgingly from my mind formed the vowels and made the sounds. I would be off limits then maybe my mind would take a hint to stop feeling pain whenever Toby looked at Katrina or when she touched him. Every movement every contact those to shared made me weak.

It should not.

Andrew's eyes popped "Seriously?" he repeated

"Why not." I sighed yet Andrew grinned with beatitude.

I was scared and I knew because whenever I saw Toby wave after wave threw me deeper into the ocean and I was drowning. Andrew wasn't enough to save me. In my sleep toby's name escaped my lips like my only prayer.

When I got home I toppled onto the caramel couch, I'm trying to contain the pain and nobody can know about it.