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Toby:

I fellt disgusted, used even, when she told me she'd lied to me, despite her attempt at justification. All this time, I had been living a lie. Thanks to Spencer, I had been living a lie. For a year, I believed she didn't care for me. I'd believed she'd cheated and been in love with another man, and now she was there, on the other side of my bed, telling me that it had all been a lie and that, instead of simply telling me what was going on, she'd shattered my heart... to, what she said, protect me?

I'd never thought it was possible for me to be angry at her like I was now. I wouldn't let her know that, though. We could both keep secrets.

"Look, Spence," I said with a sigh, my lips pressed tight together afterwards as I tried to thing of something to do or say, or something. Honestly, I wasn't in a good mood now, but there was no way I was about to that that out on Spencer, regardless of the bullshit she'd told me. I'd let that be behind us. I mean, she'd thought it was for the best, and maybe it was. After all, Jenna ended up as pissed off at me as I was at Spencer's doctor of a fake boyfriend.

"Toby, you're not happy," she stated, sidling up to my side. Her head rested in the crease of my neck, burying her face, and one arm fell across my waist. It put a smile on, turning to look at her. Instinctively, I pulled her close, moving my head so that I could see her pretty face, looking in to her dark chocolate brown eyes.

"Well I just found out the girl I love lied to me about having another boyfriend so that she could get rid of me," I told her, pursing my lips. "So, I'm about as happy as I can be given the circumstances. Don't worry about it, though. I'll get over it."

"You make it sound so bad.." Her voice got quiet, barely audible, and she let out a sigh. I could feel her breathe against my neck, making the skin tingle, and I ran a hand through her hair.

"Well... It feels bad, and in the end you hurt me for nothing."

"I hurt too."

"You were the reason for that, however." I paused, glancing up at the ceiling again. Spencer adjusted her position, fitting better in to my arms - if that was even possible. As mad as I'd been mere minutes ago, I was entirely incapable of being mad at Spencer Hastings whle she was cuddled up to me. Hell, I even had problems being mad at her when she wasn't.

"Yeah but I did it for you."

"And where, my dear Spencer, did that us?"

"Here. Safe. Without any Jenna. Without any A-team. Without danger. So we can be happy." She kissed a sensitive spot in my neck, and I smirked. Her hands slid under my pale brown t-shirt, running up my chest.

"Spencer, do you really want to go there right now?" I asked, smirk still worn on my face as I leaned in to kiss her.

"Mmhmm, we need a change of topic," Spencer mumbled between kisses. "I thought-" kiss "'that maybe-" kiss "-no topic was-" kiss "-better." She pushed me off of her until I was sitting up, and in one fluid motion she'd climbed on to my lap, one leg on each side of my hips. We eagerly attacked each other's mouths with kiss after kiss.

As I was about to pull her shirt over her head, I heard the sound of a door shutting downstairs. Spencer heard it too, it seemed because her head shot up, alert, and she gave me an inquisitive look. "Is it safe to continue or...?"

"I'll close the door, we'll be fine," I returned with a smile, sliding her off my lap and getting up to close the door.

"Toby?" I heard a voice from downstairs. Nope, I was wrong. I closed the door behind me.

"Up here dad," I called down, and there was squeaking as a man in his early forties with hair that was starting to gray made his way up to see me. "Uhm, my... girlfriend... is here, so whatcha need?" I wasn't too sure whether or not Spencer was my girlfriend, we hadn't talked about that, but it seemed reasonable to assume, given the way we were with each other. She appeared to like it, from what I was able to catch, and I liked it.

"You got a girlfriend already?" His eyebrows arched, as if he didn't believe me.

"Well, I got a girlfriend back, to be technical... You never met Spencer, you didn't seem to like her much, but uh, that's who. And, if you don't have anything you want, I'm going to go back to her." I bit my lip, eying the ground. Conversations with my father weren't exactly the easiest things. At best we were acquaintances. We didn't tend to socialize with each other much, and we didn't really want to.

It made things slight on the awkward side.

"That's the Hastings girl, right? From down the road?" He leaned over, trying to peer in to my room. "Mind if I start new with her? Since she's already here, I might as well meet 'er." I bit my lip again.

"Are you sure?" He nodded. "Well, I guess you're meeting Spencer then." I didn't know whether to be happy about this or not. Slowly, and slightly nervously, I opened the door and walked in, giving Spencer an apologetic glance before my father followed in behind me. I didn't stick with him, preferring Spencer's company.

"Spencer," I said to her. "This is my father. Michael Cavanaugh. Dad, I think we discussed who she is already." I was bored of this already. Was it obvious to him that I wanted to get it over with? I hoped it was.

"At least give me a proper introduction," Mr. Cavanaugh insisted, moving over to the bed where Spencer and I were. I already had my arm wrapped protectively around her, and I kept a close eye on him. I didn't trust him with anything in my life, after my mom died he'd done a less than good job as a father... He was never going to earn that back.

"Dad, meet Spencer. She's absolutely wonderful, and you hated her because she was involved with Alison."

"Ouch," Spencer chuckled. "Bite 'em already, why don'tcha?" I rolled my eyes, and at that point my father finally seemed to get the hint that he was unwelcome in my room.

"Well... Nice to meet you, Spencer." With that, he was off, and I was about to go back to kissing Spencer when she pulled away.

"What?" I faked a whine, and then she pointed to the door that daddy wonder had left open. "Right," I remembered with a sigh, once again pulling away from her, this time for -hopefully- the last time today.