Here it is! part 2 of my 2 part promise. and really guys only 7 reviews for last chapter. Was it that bad? I feel under appreciated. :(

Spencer's POV

I turned around, coming face to face with the last person I expected to see here of all places. I found myself staring straight into the most dazzling eyes I had ever seen before my mind caught up with what was going on, and I flung myself into his strong arms. He jerked backward in surprise, but then he wrapped his arms around my bikini clad frame and lifted me into the air and started spinning me around like the reunion scene in all those cliché romantic comedies.

"Alex!" I squealed in delight, my voice muffled by his hair that he still hadn't cut from last year. "It's so good to see you," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. I had missed Alex almost more then I missed the girls. I missed the easy rhythm we had with each other, the way he always knew what to say to me to make me smile, the way his eyes twinkled and his nose scrunched up like a bunny when he laughed. I missed his scent; lemon and strawberry, a mix of his shampoo and aftershave. It wasn't the most masculine of scents, but on him, it drove anyone crazy.

"I missed you Spence," he whispered into my ear, stroking my hair with one hand and holding me tightly in his arms with the other. "It's hard to breathe without you around. These past few months, it feels like I've been living in a haze, never paying too much attention to anything in my quest to see you again. I couldn't breathe- couldn't be- without you by my side." He said, finishing his rehearsed monologue.

"Someone's been reading poetry again," I joked, rearing back a little and ruffling his shaggy hair. It was seriously ridiculous how long he let his hair get; it was down to about an inch above his shoulder now. His mom was probably nagging him every other day about a haircut, but knowing him, he probably just promised it would happen soon and kept putting it off as not to displease his mother.

"Hey! Sometimes you have to brush up on the classics," he said, faking a hurt look and a defensive tone. He kept up his face for about two more seconds before he looked at me and smiled my favorite crooked smile.

"Did you miss me so much as to not cut your hair? It's like a surly jungle up here," I teased, fingering the curly mane.

"Of course. You know my love for you burns like an eternal torch inside of my heart. Without you, I am nothing. I refuse to change my appearance in any way to make myself more stunningly attractive than I already am and give the lonely females around here the wrong impression. I am a taken man."

"I really missed you," I said, a tone of sadness in my voice, even though he was standing right there in front of me; living proof that I didn't need to miss him.

"I know what you mean; these past nine months have really sucked without you. I needed my best friend." He replied, slowly letting me slide down his body until my feet hit the ground.

I smiled. I was worrying all year if he felt it too, this need to be around him, to hear his voice. I mean, we texted, called, and video chatted, but it wasn't the same as being near him.

"Soooo," he said, drawing out the "o" just to piss me off, just like old times. "Who you here with?" he asked, obviously not seeing my normal entourage playing around like idiots in the water.

"You mean, you didn't hear them?" I asked, incredulous that he didn't hear them squealing in delight with their childish games. "You should have been able to hear them coming down the beach," I said, chuckling and pointing in the direction of my four friends who were playing chicken in the deeper water.

"Oh, yeah," Alex said, trying to stop himself from laughing his ass off at my friends antics. "I guess it was kinda stupid of me, but I saw you standing there, and I was so excited to see you, I wasn't really paying attention to anything else."

I blushed a deep red and tried to cover my face with my chestnut locks. Things were always like this between Alex and I; we were always mindlessly flirting with each other, even after we broke up. I don't know why something as small as that comment made me blush. Alex had made quite a few advances and had worked so many sexual innuendoes into our conversations, that I was immune to almost anything he said now, but he was never that sweet. I guess the time apart had turned him sentimental. I wasn't worried though; by the end of the summer, we would be back to flirting non-stop and disguising sexual suggestions as harmless comments.

"Oooooo, somebody's b-lushiiiiin." He mocked me, having a surprisingly good imitation of Hannah when she's trying to make fun of me and make me even more uncomfortable than I already am in a situation. "OMG! Who's the guy? Is he hot? Like, let's-lick-his-abs hot? Is he a good kisser? Is he good, elsewhere?" he said, using his highly classified "wholly- crap-gossiping- girl" voice.

"Shut up!" I screeched, smacking him on the chest while trying to contain my laughter. This is why I loved Alex; he would honest to gods talk boys with me if I wanted him to. Or he could joke around about them like an idiot like he was doing now. "I hate you," I mumbled, pouting like a five year old that didn't get their way.

"You'll get over it." He stated, chuckling to himself as he scooped me up in his arms, ignoring me as I squealed in surprise.

"Alexander Diego Santiago. Put. Me. Down." I screamed at him, trying my best to sound serious. He just ignored me and kept walking in the direction of the ocean. "I swear to the gods, Santiago, I will kill you if you don't put me down. Right. Now." I threatened, trying my best to wriggle out of his grasp, to no avail. I wasn't about to give up though. I threatened him time after time, even threatening to tell his mother he was man-handling a girl, his mom's worst nightmare, but nothing worked. I kicked and screamed, struggling to get away from Alex, who was now howling like a hyena.

Suddenly, I wasn't being restrained by strong arms anymore, and for one fleeting, hopeful moment, I foolishly thought he had let me go. 'Alex, being Alex, would never do that', I thought. Then I hit the water. I inhaled about three gallons of water before my feet touched the bottom and I came up, spluttering and gasping for air. I wiped at my eyes, and when my vision cleared, I could clearly see a laughing Alex looking like he was going to pee himself. Well, that or start crying. He was laughing that hard. I honestly don't see how this could be that funny, but I planned on getting him back.

"It. Is. So. On." I spit through my teeth. Menacingly making my way towards my sobered friend, who was now looking quite scared. 'Good', I thought.

Toby's POV

A boyfriend. She has a fucking boyfriend. Of course she does. Someone as perfect as her has to have a boyfriend; it's practically in the rule book. I can't believe I'm so god damn stupid. It was obvious that she was totally into him by the way she flung herself at him. 'She probably couldn't stand being away from him anymore than she already had been', I thought bitterly.

It wasn't fair. My best friend, my first kiss, my first friend, my first love, my Spencer, already had someone that she loved. And it wasn't me. I don't know which is worse; the fact that she's dating someone, or the fact that she didn't tell me. 'Why would she tell you?' the voice in the back of my head whispered, 'You left her last summer for your testosterone filled meat head friends. Now she has someone worth her time.'

It was true. I had left Spencer, my Spencer, alone with no one to talk to so I could go and play frat boy with guys I see all year. I really was a douche. I didn't deserve Spencer. I didn't deserve her, her love, or her friendship. I didn't deserve her. But I would damn well try to…

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