You're The Only One I Would Take A Shot On

by courtneymarie87

"After spending a few nights in the motel, it was nice to be back in his own room, but he would've gone back there in a heartbeat if it meant more time with Spencer." They haven't spoken in days, but they're all each other can think of. The shirt is, too.

4. Chapter Three: Toby

He had sprawled out on his bed after getting all his things put away. Not leaving his room for awhile seemed like a great idea. Since the charges were dropped, things had started to get a little easier for him. People still crossed the street when they saw him coming, but at least his parents didn't look at him with eyes that were wondering how they could've raised a cold blooded killer. He knew that they could pull him back any time they found new evidence, but he didn't think it was worth worrying about.

Toby could take care of himself, but did he want to?

When Spencer had showed up on his doorstep wanting to tutor him in French, he had been suspicious of her motives. She was the one of Alison's friends who was most disgusted by him. Why did she all of sudden want to help him? They sat on his porch that day; she handed him a copy of his favorite book, she told him she was sorry for what she thought about him and she smiled. He was pretty good at reading people and he could tell by the way she was looking at him, it wasn't an act

Now, there he was, having kissed this girl just days before. He couldn't help wondering what it was he had done to deserve the attention of someone like her. She was intelligent and beautiful, witty and intense. He had learned so much about her in such a short period of time. They were actually a lot more alike than he would have ever imagined them to be. This girl that wouldn't even talk to him a month before was now becoming the center of his world and he liked it.

He sometimes felt lonely even when he wasn't alone, but never with Spencer. He turned on his side and looked over at his phone. As if on cue, a noise went off, signaling to him there was a new incoming message. Grabbing it off his nightstand table, he saw a name pop up on the screen. The name he had been waiting for. Hers.

Told my parents I'm spending the night at Aria's. Lots to tell you. Meet me at the motel. - Spencer

A wave of relief washed over him. He had to figure out a way to get out of his house without his family knowing. He didn't have the luxury of friends to cover for him and with Jenna, suspicion of misbehavior was enough.