I'm kinf of tired, and sleep deprived, so I don't know how well written this is, but I figured since I hadn't posted since 11/06/12, that I would write a chapter tonight. GAHHHHH. Okay, well Spoby over my face. Bye guys, tell me how you feel about this chapter, because I enjoy reading reviews, because well they help me forget the pain and misery spoby brings. SIDE EFFECT OF SPOBY, IS DEPRESSION. Like seriously, why did no one warn us of the freakin side effects. Damn writers, anyways. EnJoY. ~most of this is like dialogue and idk how i feel about that~so tell me PLease.

I really enjoyed all your reviews, I love you all very much, and I am going to hug you all one day. :) Thank you so much ~Caitlin


Hung Over Your Love Drunk

The minute her eyes open, is the second her head starts to pound. She sits up from the uncomfortable couch, and rubs her back, and adjusts her eyes to the surroundings. She has been here before; she's at Emily's. How on earth did she wind up Emily's? She let her head fall back onto the couch, which ultimately was a bad decision; her head was hurting even more now at the impact. The last thing she remembers was talking to Toby, at that party, and then he took her to some breakfast place. She was actually drunk, before even coming to the party. That afternoon, was pretty awful. She had gotten two calls from Melissa, screaming at her that she got the invitations for the engagement party wrong, they were supposed to be Ivory not beige. So, she would have to redo all three hundred thirty two of them. Then, she got two more voice mails from Wren; her annoying class mate(or stalker, in other words) , who wouldn't leave her alone. How many times did she have to tell him to stop calling? If that wasn't enough, she got another B on one of her tests, which was horrible. She was slacking, and she wouldn't hear the end of it from her parents. She wasn't really up for the party mood at that point, so she was planning on just not going. But, Rebecca nearly forced her too. They even got into a fight, that Spencer intuited, but would never admit, about how needy Rebecca was being. Spencer had a few glasses of wine at that point, and challenged her to get laid. Rebecca then shot back "look at yourself! When was the last time you even looked at by a guy?" Spencer nearly thought Rebecca was childish. Spencer was turning down guys because she wasn't a whore, like ahem, Rebecca. She had to practically stop her practically tipsy loose lips from yelling back "Your little boyfriend did a lot more than looking!" but, she stopped herself—that would be a mess. Perhaps, Spencer was being the bitchy one in the previous night's argument with her best friend, but she everything she said was honest. Rebecca has been moping and clinging around ever since her and Toby broke up, which was almost two months ago now. Rebecca was acting like it was the end of the fricken world, and pitying herself like she was a starved child in Africa—and Spencer was sick of it. Maybe, she could have been a little bit more sensitive about the whole situation, but it was over now; there was nothing she could do. Well, she could say sorry, but that would indicate she was wrong, and she wasn't.

Spencer usually would want coffee in times like these(hangovers) hell, she always wants coffee, but right now she just wants to lay in bed, and do nothing productive till Melissa's far far far away in Paris, or where ever the hell he honey moon will be, Rebecca will be with some new guy; totally forgetting about Toby, and she'll be graduated from law school. But, of course she couldn't do that.

Her mind started to wonder where Emily was, this was her apartment and everything. So she eventually got off the couch, glanced at her awful appearance, noticed she was in one of Emily's old sweat suits, and made her way to the coffee pot, where she found a note.

"Spencer," It read.

"I went to the gym, I'll be back soon. Xoxo Emily,

Ps. We need to talk."

Spencer didn't exactly know what "We need to talk" meant, but it washed an unsettling feeling over her. She didn't want to be here for the "We need to talk" thing, so she decided it was high time to leave. She tried to look around for her clothes and keys, but she couldn't find them anywhere. But, then she remembered Rebecca had drove them to the party, so her keys didn't really matter at this point—but that didn't mean she didn't want them. She decided to give up after fifteen minutes of a frantic search, because she was getting paranoid Emily would come back.

She feared her drunken state, said something she shouldn't have. Before She picked up her cell phone, that was on Emily's coffee table, she wrote Emily a note saying: "Sorry, I had to go, I'll call you. Love Spence" and headed out of the small apartment.

She debated on calling him, he was the last person she remembered being with yesterday night. Before she could change her mind, she went to her contacts, and called 'Toby Cavanaugh'. After three short rings, she heard a "Hey,"

"Um, hi." Spencer said hesitantly as she entered an elevator.

"What's up?"

"You wouldn't know how I got to Emily's right?" She asked shly.

"I took you there," He responded.

"Oh, okay. Um, so wait, why did you tell her we were together?"

"I just said the truth,"

Spencer's heart nearly dropped at these words, why would he do that?! "What! Why would you-" She shreiked.

"What? I mean, that you were having a little too much fun at the party, and I took you to get some pancakes, and then you wouldn't go home, so I took you there." He explained.

She let out a breath of relief, that was a stupid thing for her to say. Of course, he didn't mean the whole hooking up thing, why would he tell her that. "Do you know why Emily would want to talk to me?"

"You didn't tell her, did you?"

"I don't think so." She replied, fear in her voice. A silence came over the line, and Spencer felt even guiltier than before.

"Oh, well." He mumbled. "It'll be okay,"

"And you're just a fortune teller now? You just know this for a fact?" She challenged.

"I know that you are smart, and whether you're drunk, or sober, or stoned, or whatever, you'll be smart. Simple as that." He replied.

"Oh, well, I appreciate your confidence in me, but I wasn't making my own decisions, it was all that tequila talking."

"Either way, it was coming out of Spencer Hastings's mouth, so, I'm not that worried." He replied, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Okay, just because, I'm smart, doesn't mean I won't accidentally reveal all my secrets." She laughed.

"Well, I think it does."

"I think you are setting yourself up for false expectations." She shot back.

"It's called hope." He replied.

"Hope tends to breed eternal misery, just saying." She pointed out.

"Okay negative Nancy," He chuckled softly. "Enough, we'll find out soon enough, if world war three is about to start up."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to avoid that as long as possible. I mean Emily wouldn't tell any one, would she? If we explained?" Before he could even answer, she dove into another question. "Hey do you have my keys? Because I have school on Monday, and I'm supposed to meet Melissa later today, and I have work tomorrow—"

"Yeah, I have them." He said.

"Is there any chance you would like to bring them to me?" She asked politely with a smile , even though he couldn't see her. "Please?" She said in a higher voice.

"I can." He said.

"When exactly?" She asked.

"In a rush, are you? Right now. I'm about to leave my house any ways."

"Okay, but I'm at Emily's apartment building. So, um—"

"Do you want a ride home too?" He asked.

"That would be kind of nice, yeah." She said lightly, a smile creeping on her face.

"Okay, I'll be there soon. Front door right?"

"No, the door that leads to the ally." She replied back sarcastically.

"Okay, okay." He chuckled. "Goodbye,"

"Bye," She said before hanging up the phone, and stuffing it into her (or Emily's) pocket. She felt herself still smiling, and she didn't really know why. She was even swaying her whole body back in forth in glee. But, her smile immediately dropped when she saw her reflection staring back at her, through the door. She remembered how horrible she looked. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes were baggy. She had dark circles around her eyes, and her makeup was smudged from the previous night. She attempted to fix her hair, by putting it into a bun, but she still looked like mess. She wiped her eyes repeatedly, and at least managed to get off some of the eye makeup. Wait, why did she care so much? It was just Toby.

Although she couldn't help but, to feel self conscience when she saw his truck driving up towards her. She hopped into the car, and greeted him happily, before he gave her back her keys, and then started to drive towards her apartment. "Thank you, for everything." She murmured, glancing up at him, from her keys.

"No problem," He brushed off slightly.

"I'm sorry if I did—or said anything last night, to offend you, or anything." She rolled her eyes, at herself.

"Um, no. It was all good." Truthfully, the most offending thing she had said was, that they weren't friends. And she was right, he guessed. But, she had really been a little too friendly. They kissed, again and again and again and again. Before they went to Emily's, they sort of made out in his car. He didn't know why he found her so attractive, but he did. He tried to fight his attraction for her, but she just kept pushing and pushing and pushing. He sort of blamed it on his vulnerabilities, he was still hung over Rebecca but, he knew it just wasn't that. "But, um, we kind of, um kissed." He told her in a small weak voice. She would probably hate him now. He took advantage of her, she was drunk.

"Oh," she said, her brown eyes budging for a second. "Oh.." Her voice trailed. She almost wished she remembered that part, of her crappy night. She had to admit he was a good kisser, one of the best. She was sober enough, that night at the bar, to remember. And they way his fingers graced against her bare legs, made her shutter in pleasure. She cleared her throat awkwardly, and reverted herself back to reality. "Oh, um sorry."

"I should have stopped it," He blurted out.

He didn't stop it? That was very un-Toby like of him.

"Well, I tried too, but like," He heaved a breath gripping the steering wheel. And if the gods were granting both of the two, a pass to get out of that awkward moment transpiring in his truck, they were pulling into the parking lot of Spencer's apartment building.

Spencer didn't know what to say. He was basically implying, that she seduced him, and it worked apparently. "We didn't," She cleared her throat, trying to get the point across, "Did we?"

"No, no, no, no!" He shook his head as he took a slow stop in front of the apartment building. "No," He repeated, his gigantic blue eyes landing on her. "No," He said one last time.

"Okay," She said softly. "Well, um," She croaked. "Thank's for the ride," She falsely perked up, itching the back of her head.

"Yeah, of course." He replied with a feigned grin as she hopped out of his car. He did a little wave, before she slammed the door, and he drove off. He had to admit, even while hung over, she looked pretty hot.