A/N: OMG! I got, what? Three reviews on my last chapter? This is awesome. I didn't expect to get that many that fast. I guess that's because the only other fandom I've written for has like 36 fanfics and a small fan base. So far your reviews have been positive but just remember I'm open to any critisism you have. Thank you so much for following/ favouriting/ reviewing/ reading. It means so much to me. I will try to update everyday but that won't always be possible. Updates won't come any less than once a week. I promise. Unless there is a serious situation then you will get an at least weekly chapter. I swear a Phemie oath. Enjoy this chapter. Ciao!
I shoved clothes in a duffel bag. They had been nearly laid out on my bed before being thrown haphazardly. Shirt, trousers, underwear, socks, more shirts, towels, more underwear, more trousers etc. and finally zipped it closed. I looked around the loft, searching for something to take. I saw sunlight bouncing off of something on the side of the scrabble board. Walked over and blocked the sun with my back, casting a shadow over the board and making the reflective surface available for my eyes to see. It was a brass plaque engraved with the message "My safe place to land. Always your girl. -S". Tears prick my eyes as I remember a previous conversation of ours...
We are sitting in Spencer's room, staring out the window. My arms are wrapped around her in a protective embrace. One hand goes to her hair and strokes it. I stare at her absentmindedly. She lookes up, her warm, brown eyes staring into my icy blue ones. I can't help but think of the contrast. Warm and icy. Gentle and firm. Caring and cold. Warm and cold cannot exist together...
"Toby?" Spencer's voice pierces through the silence.
"Yes?" I say as I lean down and kiss her forehead. She gets up and so do I, my body feeling empty without her. She leans in to me and I kiss her lightly.
"What is it you want to tell me Spence?" I ask. Is she finally going to tell me the truth about who -A was and why they left a bag of ice in the motel?
"It's... Look. I've never really had anyone to turn to. No where to go when everything seemed like it was falling apart. Until now. You make me feel safe Toby. You're my safe place to land,". Spencer wraps her arms around me and buries her head into my shirt. I tilt it up and place a kiss on her lips. The sunlight bathes us in a golden glow as we kiss. I can feel the ice in my eyes melting as the heat coming from her warms me up. Warmth and ice cannot exist together. The heat will thaw the ice. Well, my ice is thawing.
A solitary tear runs down my cheek. I wipe it away. A cannot see me cry. Mona will be here soon and she cannot know I still have feelings for Spencer. I cross slowly over to my desk. A picture of Spencer and I sits atop it. I grab it and stuff in in a t-shirt, frame and all. It's risky but it's worth it to see her smiling face. I clear away the remenants of last nights meal and sit at the table, waiting for Mona to arrive.