I apologize that it took me so long to update the story, but hopefully this pretty long chapter will make up for that! It's approximately 6,000 words ;)! Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 7

"Honestly, I should've done this months ago! What if they don't have one in my size? I was Googling before we came here, and I read that it can take months to special order dresses."

"Relax, Han. We'll just have to find one that's your size in stock," Spencer assured her, squeezing both of the girl's shoulders.

"What if I see the one dress that speaks to me, but I can't get it because it's not in my size!" Hanna cried.

"You work with designers. We'll just ask them to make you their priority," Spencer shrugged her shoulders.

"Asking my workplace for favors? That's a little unprofessional, Spence," Hanna huffed.

"Well then, let's just hope this place has something remarkable in your size."


"So, are you nervous about your big day?"

Caleb chuckled quietly, shaking his head.

"I mean, it's intimidating, but I'm not scared. We're just gonna go up there and get married. What else?"

"Well, you'd better look dapper on your big day, so let's get this done," Toby grinned, opening the door for his friend.

Caleb pressed his lips together in awe when he saw the variety of different suits distributed all around the shelves of the store.

"You okay, Caleb?" Toby asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I just... I usually don't do my own tux shopping," Caleb scratched his head. "I don't even know where to begin. Hanna usually buys mine for me. She doesn't think that I can do it myself, and she wants to make sure we look perfect at her get-togethers and parties. I always used to tell her that I can to it myself, and we'd argue about it... just a little. But now, I realize that she was right the whole time. How the hell am I gonna do this by myself?"

"Well, you're not by yourself. I'm here, and I think I know what I'm doing. Spencer was always big on independence and teaching me how to do things, rather than doing them for me. And I'm pretty glad that she did, 'cause now I've got a clue on what the hell I'm doing," Toby explained, chuckling.

Caleb furrowed his eyebrows.

"Spencer?" he questioned.

"Yeah... Spencer," Toby repeated, confused. "What's the problem?"

"I don't know. It's been a while since you two were together, and she was your example. I thought you'd bring up Yvonne or something," Caleb shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, Spencer's the one who taught me all this crap about buying tuxes and suits while we were dating. It has nothing to do with... anything," Toby defended himself.

"Okay, okay. You're right. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," Caleb shook his head. "I guess I just was kinda looking to see how you'd react to me being suspicious about her."

"And why's that?" Toby asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know," he answered quietly. "Well, I do... but you're gonna shoot me down if I ask."

Toby tilted his head to the side.

"Come on," he urged.

"Fine," Caleb groaned. "I thought you guys were getting a little close. I mean, you've been spending a lot of time with her during the wedding planning, so I don't blame you for getting close to her again. But part of me thinks that it's not just a friendly reconnection. Hanna and I were sure that you both would be horrified to work together again."

"We're being civil... for you two. And it's not like we broke up in a huge cheating scandal or something. It was mutual, and it wasn't hasty," Toby reminded.

"Yeah, I get that... but Hanna mentioned it, too. She was wondering why Spencer didn't wanna go out with that Logan guy," Caleb shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe she just didn't wanna go out with him. It's not that deep," Toby objected.

"See? I knew you'd shoot me down," Caleb sighed.

"I'm not... shooting you down," Toby furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm just answering your concerns."

"Really? You don't have any feelings for her?" Caleb asked in disbelief.

Toby rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I don't know. And whatever! We're not here for this. We're here to get you a tux for your wedding, so let's do that and stop focusing on irrelevant theories in your head," Toby said in frustration.

Caleb snickered, putting his hands up in surrender. Toby folded his arms, taking a deep breath and looking the other direction. Caleb decided to start looking through one of the piles of tuxes.


"How do you think Caleb and Toby are doing?" Hanna asked, turning around to face her friend.

"They'll be fine," Spencer assured her. "We should be focusing on your dress. I trust Toby. I taught him all about buying tuxes and suits while we were in a relationship."

"Wow... what a blast from the past," Hanna raised her eyebrows.

Spencer furrowed her eyebrows in response.

"What is it, Hanna?" she demanded.

"Nothing... I just kinda thought that there's something going on between you and Toby," Hanna confessed.

Spencer did her best to give Hanna a convincing scoff, as if her idea was ridiculous.

"Why? I can't be friends with my ex-boyfriend?" she raised her eyebrows.

Hanna tilted her head to the side in disbelief.

"No, that's not what I said, and you know it. He's not just 'an ex-boyfriend.' He's Toby. I wasn't sure if you ever really got over him to begin with! And I don't know if there's something actually going on between the two of you, but I can't help but feel like you want something to be there between you guys. Because maybe—and don't start yelling at me like crazy for saying this—maybe you still feel something for him... and maybe that's why you didn't want to go out with Logan."

Spencer stayed silent. She was contemplating telling Hanna about the thing between them.

She took a deep breath, staring at the floor.

"Part of me will always be in love with him, but that doesn't mean we can or should be together, Han. Look, he's so important to me in a lot of ways, but the circumstances are way beyond our control. We couldn't get it to work before."

"Forget circumstances!" Hanna cried. "If you love him, and you want to be with him, then that's what you should do. Caleb and I broke up. We were far apart from each other for a long time, but we realized that we still love each other, and that we want to be together. So then, the distance and circumstances don't matter anymore. Because when you love someone enough, you should be willing to make it work. So, here we are now. We're both in New York, and we're happier than ever."

"We have different goals in life! I don't know, Hanna!" she cried. She looked over, and saw the baffled look on the blonde's face, then took a deep breath to calm herself down. She ran a hand through her brown hair. "Look... I know you want to play Love Doctor and fix my love life, and I adore you for being so optimistic... I adore you for caring so much about me. I appreciate that. But some things just aren't meant to be fixed, and I think this is one of those things. I love him enough to know that he deserves better than to follow me around wherever my career takes me. I don't want him to settle for me. I don't want to bring my instability to him, and make him resent me. And I also know that I deserve better than to have to give up my career to settle down. I want to do something with my life... I want to make a career for myself."

"Okay," Hanna breathed, nodding her head. "I understand."

"Do you?" Spencer challenged, raising her eyebrows.

"I know you, Spence... I know where you're coming from. You shouldn't have to sacrifice your career," she explained.

Spencer smiled.

"Good. I'm glad you at least understand where I'm coming from. And look, I know we both have different values in life. I admire your ability to put your happiness first. That's just... that's not the way I was wired. That's not the way I was brought up," Spencer explained.

"Well, I can only imagine the pressures you felt growing up with two hard-ball lawyers as parents," Hanna shrugged. "But I hope you know, you should worry about your happiness. I know your career is important to you. My career is important to me, too. But I realized that jobs come and go... meanwhile, there's only one Caleb Rivers in the entire world, and if I messed that up, that would be it."

Spencer sighed, feeling overwhelmed. She felt like Hanna was putting a pressure on her to figure her feelings out. It was supposed to be simple: she and Toby were just casually having fun until the wedding was over, and then they would part ways. They'd make a clean break with no hard feelings. It wasn't supposed to become this complicated. Now, she was actually considering what Hanna was saying. She was considering the possibility of trying to continue this thing she had with Toby after the wedding ended. It sounded complicated as hell, but she was wondering if she should reevaluate her priorities.

"Thank you... for caring about me, Hanna," Spencer breathed, scratching her head. "But we should, uh... we should focus on finding you a dress."

"You're right," Hanna smiled. "Come on."

The two girls looking around the racks. Spencer watched as the blonde tried on what felt like thousands of dresses, and gave her opinions on each one. Eventually, Hanna came out in a beautiful white gown, and she had the biggest grin that Spencer had ever seen on the girl's face.

"I love it!" Spencer gasped. "How do you feel, Han?"

"I love it, too!" Hanna exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

"Yeah, well I could tell from that grin on your face... Does it fit? Or do we need to make some adjustments?" Spencer asked.

"It fits... I think," Hanna answered, rubbing her hand over the silky material. "This is it, Spence. I found the one dress. Every girl always talks about that moment where they find the perfect dress that literally speaks to them, and I never believed what they said. I thought it was just some wedding dress myth that went around, but when I put this dress on, I knew it was the one immediately. I could see myself walking down the aisle in it... I could see myself saying my vows in it, and most of all, I could see myself marrying Caleb in it."

Spencer got up from her seat, rushing over to Hanna. She hugged the blonde tightly, and ran her fingers across the white material as well.

"You look beautiful, Han," Spencer commented, still hugging her. "Caleb is going to be stunned when he sees this thing on your big day!"


"So, you like the tux we got?" Toby asked.

The two men were driving back to Hanna and Caleb's place. Caleb was in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, it's nice," Caleb nodded his head, chuckling quietly. "I know the girls have this big thing over the dress... but this tux just feels like a tux to me."

"It's the tux you're gonna get married in!" Toby laughed. "It's a huge deal."

"I guess," he chuckled. "Anyways, can you imagine? I bet Hanna and Spencer are getting all emotional over the dress they bought today."

"You should be shedding tears when you see Hanna walk down the aisle in that dress. I'm disappointed with your lack of emotion in relation to your wedding, Rivers," Toby joked.

"Hey, I'm just happy that I'm marrying her. All I'm saying is that I won't be shedding tears because of the dress she's wearing... I'll be shedding tears because she's gonna be my wife," Caleb grinned to himself.

"That's cute," Toby scoffed.

"Yeah, so what's going on in that mind of yours? Are you imagining your wedding with Spencer?" Caleb joked, smirking, but his eyes were still locked on the road in front of him.

"Shut the hell up," Toby rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Didn't we already have a bit of an argument back in the store over this issue?"

"It was a joke. But the more defensive you get about this, the more I think there's something actually going on between the two of you... or at least that you have feelings for her. But hey, you can keep denying it if you want," Caleb shrugged his shoulders. "You don't have to tell me anything, Toby... but you should know that I'm your friend, and that I'm there for you. I was there for you when you and Spencer broke up, and I'm there for you now. So, if you want to, you can tell me what you're feeling."

Toby pressed his lips together, staring out the window. He was contemplating telling Caleb now. He could use somebody to talk to about this, because he certainly couldn't do that with Spencer. They just kept on having the same conversation about how it was too hard for them to be together after the wedding was over. Maybe Caleb could offer a better perspective.

"We had sex." Toby blinked a few times. "I mean, we've been having sex."

"Oh," Caleb raised his eyebrows, slightly startled. "And how do you feel?"

"I'm uh... I'm confused, I guess," Toby scratched his head. "I'm happy that we're reconnecting. And it feels, uh... it feels good to be with her. But I... I don't know."

"You want more than that?" Caleb guessed.

Toby nodded his head.

"Of course I want more," Toby sighed. "We're sleeping together, yeah, but it's a lot more complicated than that. We were together for a really long time, so this could never be 'just sex' to me. And we spend a lot of time together while planning. I feel happy when I'm around her. But she's always been focused on her career, and she's made it clear to me several times that this is gonna have to end after the wedding, 'cause she's going to D.C., and I'm going back to Rosewood."

"I'm sorry, man," Caleb sighed. "Do you think... she wants to be with you?"

"I don't know. I think she still has feelings for me, too, but I also think she's convinced that we won't work out because of how different our goals are. But all I know is that I don't want to lose her," Toby explained.

"Then make it clear to her how you feel about her, Toby. Maybe there's a chance... if you tell her exactly how serious you are about her. You've got nothing to lose here, man. If you don't tell her, she's definitely walking away from you. But if you do tell her, there's at least some chance that things could go the way you want, and you could get her back in your life," Caleb advised.

Toby sighed, but soon diverted his attention to his phone when it buzzed loudly. Caleb was looking over at him with his peripheral vision, knowing something was up immediately by the look on his face.

"Toby?" Caleb questioned. "What is it?"

"Nothing," he responded, shaking his head. He turned his phone off, and put it away.

"It doesn't seem like nothing," Caleb pointed out.

Toby sighed again, running a hand through his hair.

"Yvonne texted me," he confessed. Caleb raised his eyebrows. "Again," he added.

"Again? As in, she's texted you before this?" Caleb asked.

"She texted while we were watching a movie the other day. She wanted to talk, but I sort of dodged her. She assumed that the reason I didn't want to talk was Spencer," he answered.

"Well, was it?" Caleb asked.

"I don't know... I guess," he shrugged his shoulders. "She and I are broken up, first of all. And I'm technically seeing Spencer right now, even if it's just a casual thing. We're not exclusive or anything, but... it's just not right to be flirting with my ex-girlfriend right now."

"I can see why Yvonne would be mad about you falling back into Spencer's arms, considering everything that happened. You remember why you two broke up, right?" Caleb asked.

Toby rolled his eyes, scoffing quietly.

"Yeah, how could I forget when she dumped me?"

"Now that I know about you and Spencer, part of me thinks that Yvonne wasn't wrong for wanting to break up with you," Caleb pointed out.

"There was nothing going on with Spencer back then, Caleb. Hell... we were so many miles apart. How the hell could there be anything there?" Toby demanded. "I never did anything to Yvonne. I never cheated on her. I never hurt her. She wanted to break up with me, and she has to live with that. She can't just start texting me and try to send us back to that place we were once in. We're done."

Caleb gave him a look of disbelief.

"You know, I know you didn't really do anything, at least not voluntarily, to her, but you did hurt her," Caleb reminded. "How did you expect her to be with you when she knew you were in love with someone else, Toby? Because it's clear to me now, more than ever, that you're still in love with Spencer."

"Whose side are you on?" Toby demanded. "Are you really trying to defend Yvonne when she broke up with me? The only factual evidence is that I didn't cheat on her. I was trying to move on with her!"

"But it didn't work out, did it?" Caleb asked.

"Okay, whatever... I'm not playing this therapy game with you," Toby rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but think hard about it. Think about why Yvonne broke up with you. You had to have given her a reason to think the way she was thinking, because that kind of accusation doesn't come out of nowhere, especially not from a girl as smart as Yvonne. She knew exactly what she was risking when she made that accusation, but she believed it enough," Caleb explained.

"Or maybe she was just jealous over nothing!" Toby cried. "Maybe she was insecure about our relationship! I don't know!"

"The sooner you admit that you never really got over Spencer, the sooner you can figure out what you want going forward," Caleb told him. "And I know, you don't want to play the therapy game with me anymore... that's fine. I'll leave you with what I just said. I just want you to be happy, man."

Toby swallowed hard. He turned his head, focusing in on the window.

Yvonne Phillips took a deep breath as she opened the door. She had another stressful day at work while helping her mother's campaign. She furrowed her eyebrows when she smelled the smell of pasta coming from the kitchen. Shutting the door behind her, she walked over to the kitchen. A smile formed on her face when she saw her boyfriend cooking. He was deeply engaged in the sauce that he was stirring. Startled, he nearly fell back when he realized that Yvonne was standing there.

"H-hey!" he greeted. "Damn... I didn't think you'd be home so early. I didn't get to finish, but it's almost ready, I swear. I know that work's been stressing you out lately, so I wanted to surprise you with dinner all cooked and perfect so you could have an easy night tonight. But, I guess the surprise is ruined, huh?"

Yvonne blushed.

"No, it's not ruined!" she laughed. "Baby, thank you... that's so sweet. You are just the sweetest, and I'm still surprised how lucky I am to be with a man like you. You made my day so much better with this."

She walked over to him, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

"Well, as much as I'm enjoying this, I've gotta finish making dinner. I promise it'll be ready really soon, okay?" he told her.

"Okay," she laughed. "I'm gonna go upstairs and change quickly."

"Take your time," he encouraged. "I can pretend like I have a chance of still making this a surprise, with the whole dinner laid out on the dining table."

"I'll give you the pleasure and stay up for extra long to give you time to finish," Yvonne smiled.

She pecked Toby's lips again before turning around. She walked up the stairs with an uncontrollable childish grin on her face. She was blissful as she opened the door to their bedroom. She went to the closet, searching for more comfortable clothes to change into. After grabbing some clothes, she walked over to the mirror to take her earrings off. In the process, she dropped one of them on the floor.

"Crap..." she mumbled, rolling her eyes.

She bent down onto the floor, rubbing her hands on the carpet to search for her earring. She moved closer to the bed, trying to look underneath it. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw something underneath the bed... and it wasn't her earring. She reached forwards, pulling the square object out. It was unusual. It was a Scrabble board, but there were pieces glued to it. She ran her hand across the letters glued down to the board. One set of tiles formed GLYCERALDEHYDE, which was obscure to her. Another set formed GOOFBALL. And in the center of the board was I LOVE YOU. Although the two words had no significance to her, she wondered if this was some type of gift from Toby to her.

But then, she ran her hand down the deep wooden sides of the Scrabble board. There was a plaque with an engraved message on it. Yvonne swallowed hard, holding the board further away from her face so that she could read the message.

For T-
My safe place to land.
Always your girl,
-S

Her heart sunk. She immediately knew who this was from. She immediately knew that it was some sort of keepsake from his past relationship. They had talked about their exes before, and whenever they did, he always started acting weird when Spencer Hastings came up. He glazed over it, trying to brush off the significance of their relationship, and Yvonne tried to buy it. She wanted to believe that it was just a past relationship of his. And she wasn't mad that Toby had loved another girl in the past, that would be ridiculous. Yvonne had loved a lot of her past boyfriends, but she had fallen out of love with them before she started dating Toby.

The thing that hurt her was the fact that he kept this gift from Spencer. She felt like he had to still love her in some way if he kept this gift from their relationship. Hell, he kept it under their bed! He probably looked at it and reminisced all the time. Yvonne felt a pit in her stomach. She tried to remain calm, but deep down, she was so freaking worried that this was going to change her relationship. She was afraid to bring it up to Toby, because she had a feeling that if she did, everything was going to become weird between them.


When Hanna and Spencer returned to the house, Toby and Caleb were already there.

"Hello, handsome boys!" Hanna exclaimed. She sat down on the couch, pressing a short kiss to Caleb's lips. Caleb put his arm around her, smiling. "How was tuxedo shopping, baby? Did Toby help you find the most perfect suit ever?"

Caleb chuckled.

"Yeah, we got a nice one," he responded.

"Nice isn't good enough! It has to be perfect!" Hanna cried.

"Alright, well it's pretty perfect. How was dress shopping?" he asked.

"Amazing," Hanna gushed. "I found the most beautiful dress... I think you're going to love it."

"Yeah? Well, I think I'd love the way you look in any dress, actually," Caleb chuckled. "But still... I'm dying to see you in it. I hate that I have to wait."

"Life is rough," Hanna smirked.

Toby's eyes were fixed on Spencer.

"So, did you two have a good time shopping?" Toby asked, relaxing his head against the couch.

"Mhm," Spencer nodded her head. "We talked all about you two knuckleheads. The gossip was very real."

"Oh, really?" Toby playfully grinned. "What did you say?"

"You'll never know, I guess," Spencer winked.

Caleb raised his eyebrows, observing the dialogue between them. He looked at their interactions differently now, knowing that they were sleeping together. Part of him felt stupid for not being surer that they were screwing each other under his own roof, considering how they interacted.

"Hanna, babe... do you wanna go pick some dinner up? I don't think anyone really feels like cooking tonight after the long day we've had," Caleb suggested, eyeing Spencer and Toby. He really just wanted to give them some time to talk.

"I guess. We can just go out to eat," Hanna suggested.

"Nah, let's pick it up," Caleb said, pulling his fiancé up with him. "These two have worked too hard for us, so let's just buy them some dinner and bring it back, okay?"

"Okay," Hanna shrugged her shoulders. "Are you guys cool with that?"

"Sure," Spencer responded, biting her lip as she looked over at Toby. "Thanks."

As soon as Hanna and Caleb headed out, Spencer seated herself down, placing herself on Toby's lap.

"Lucky us, huh? We have the whole house to ourselves, and nobody expects us to be wedding planning right now," Spencer smirked. She pressed her hands to Toby's cheeks before leaning in and kissing him.

Toby placed his hands on her ass, squeezing it as he kissed her back harder.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Toby breathed through the kisses.

She pulled back, nodding her head. He grinned, standing up and picking her up. He held her in his arms as he carried her upstairs, then pressed his lips against hers again when they arrived in his guest bedroom. He released her down on the bed, and she scooted backwards, towards the pillows. He continued smiling as he climbed on top of her. He held her shoulders firmly as he pressed his lips against her neck, sucking slowly and roughly.

"Toby," she moaned, breathing heavily. "Don't... you'll leave a mark, and Hanna will... you know."

"Is that such a bad thing?" he asked, chuckling while he continued to trail kisses along her neck.

"Um, yes. Do you know Hanna? She'll never stop commenting about it!" Spencer cried.

"Well, Hanna's the last thing on my mind right now, Spencer," he whispered, continuing to move his lips lower. He stopped for a moment to pull Spencer's shirt over her head, and tossed it onto the floor.

He dragged his tongue down the valley in-between Spencer's breasts, then moved further down. He kissed all around her stomach, rubbing his hands on her sides in circular patterns. He toyed with the hem of her skinny jeans, then popped the button off. He dragged her jeans down her legs, then threw them off to join her shirt. Before he continued undressing her, he pulled his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor.

"Let's do something different," he smirked, then looped his fingers around her underwear, dragging it down slowly and teasingly.

He pressed his lips to the bottom of her stomach, then continued moving his lips downwards, getting dangerously close. Spencer gripped the cheeks to control herself from screaming.

"Toby..." she breathed, shutting her eyes and immersing herself in the sensation of his tongue.


"How long do you think we have until they come back?"

"Not very long, Tobes... they're just picking up food. We should probably get dressed before we get busted," Spencer laughed, shaking her head.

"But I don't wanna go anywhere right now," he whispered, turning onto his side so that he could gaze at her. "I wanna be right here, 'cause this is perfect to me, you know."

Spencer turned onto her side as well. She bit her lip, then brought her hands to his cheeks, brushing her thumb against the skin gently. She gazed right back into his blue eyes. She leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. After pulling back, she continued to stroke his cheek with her thumb.

"I know you just said you don't wanna go anywhere right now, but... would you consider getting up to get me some water?" she laughed nervously, giving him a pouty lip.

He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Fine, I'll make an exception... for you only," he sighed, pulling the blanket off of his body. "You better not continue taking advantage of how whipped I am."

"Whipped?" Spencer scoffed, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I mean... I'm willing to get you a glass of water, make you food whenever you want..." he bit his lip. "Maybe even move to D.C. to be with you..."

Spencer's eyes widened. She pressed her lips together, stunned by his words.

"Toby, don't say things you don't mean," she warned.

"How do you know that I didn't mean it?" he asked as he pulled his boxers up. "Have you ever considered that maybe I'm serious about it?"

"We talked about how this is going to be something easy and light," she reminded.

"Yeah, but that was only because we both thought that neither one of us was willing to compromise!" he pointed out. "Look, Spence... I'm just saying, maybe there are ways around this. Maybe everything doesn't have to come to an end as soon as the wedding is over."

Spencer shook her head.

"Toby, I cannot have you following me around wherever I go. That's not fair to you, and that's not fair to me. Please, I'm begging you... don't bring back the fight we had so many years ago," she begged. "Why can't this just be what it is?"

He was going to argue that he wanted more, but he was getting tired of fighting her about it, too. He really was considering moving to D.C. after hearing everything that Caleb advised him about earlier. He wasn't sure if he would do it, but he wasn't entirely opposed to it right now, either. But it seemed that Spencer was opposed to it, so he decided to stop pressing on the subject.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, offering her a sweet smile. "I'll be back in just a minute with that water, okay?"

"Okay," she smiled back, but sighed as soon as he was out the door.

She shut her eyes, hitting her head against the pillow. She just felt like she couldn't give Toby what he was looking for. God, it was scaring her... the fact that he just confessed that he might be willing to move to D.C. for her! It was stressful. All she could think about was how much he deserved to be with somebody who didn't make him sacrifice like that. He shouldn't have to move. She knew that he had grown fond of Rosewood for some reason, and allowing him to move would be taking that away from him. Sure, he said he was willing to move, but in reality, he was just doing it for her, and not because he wanted to be there. She didn't want him to give up something that he loved for her, because she knew that she wouldn't want to give her career up if it were the other way around and she was supposed to move back to Rosewood.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of a phone buzzing, and it was a tone that didn't belong to her phone. Her eyes immediately opened, and she turned her head to the nightstand, where Toby's phone was. When she looked over at it, her mouth trembled a bit. She saw that the person who had texted Toby was Yvonne Phillips, his ex-girlfriend.

She decided that she wouldn't be the jealous and nosy girl who read the text message, although it took much self control. However, that didn't mean that the text wasn't bothering her. After all, why the hell would his ex-girlfriend be texting him? She and Toby never texted much after they broke up, unless it was for something like wishing the other a happy birthday. She swallowed hard. Yvonne was a nice girl who was in Rosewood, and she could give Toby what he wanted, couldn't she?

Spencer didn't know why he and Yvonne broke up, but she still couldn't help but feel that they could fix things eventually. She lived in the same town as him. Things would just be easier with her. All Spencer believed she ever did for him was give him complicated. She dragged him into messes that he didn't deserve, and now, she was giving Toby another complicated situation. She could tell how strongly he felt about her, and it scared her that he was willing to give so much up for her. She had the power to make him give up a lot, and she already had made him start to consider relocating himself for her. She wondered if being with Yvonne would be better for him, or being with another girl who could actually make things easier for him.

It wasn't supposed to be this hard, and that was why she kept thinking that they shouldn't be together anymore. Making him get attached to her again was just going to make things harder.

The door opened again. Toby returned with a bright smile on his face and a glass of water in his hands.

"I'm back," he announced, carefully settling himself back down on the bed, trying not to drop the glass of water.

He carefully handed the glass to Spencer. She smiled, pressing a warm kiss to his lips before taking a sip of water.

"Are you okay?" he asked, seeming concerned.

"Yeah, of course," she lied, faking a smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know... you seemed kinda distraught, plus, I kinda hit you with a bomb before I left. I shouldn't have done that... it was stupid of me to impose something that big on you like that," he apologized, sighing quietly.

"No, it's fine," she shook her head. "I wasn't distraught... I was just getting lonely without you."

He chuckled, leaning back in to kiss her again.

"Okay, well, you better drink up quickly, 'cause we've gotta start getting dressed again before Hanna and Caleb get back," Toby reminded her.

He grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. Spencer nodded her head in agreement, setting the glass of water down on the nightstand. She swallowed hard at the sight of Toby's phone again, remembering the text from Yvonne that was waiting for him. She shook it off, and reached towards the floor to grab her clothes.