Wow.. I really suck. im sorry for not updating, ive been so busy with school and everything and boom its october. So hi there! Hopefully by now we've all cried all our tears from the season finale and ready to fill our hearts with some good old fashioned spoby loving! Cause thats why Im here! To keep the OBY in SPOBY. I know i said i would have it up in a couple days but each time i almost posted it I thought of something I wanted to change.. :( I spent a real long time contemplating what to do with the story after this and (I think) i have a really awesome plot line planned! I got some reviews from concerned people saying they were worried the story was gonna end, but don't worry! LIL isnt going anywhere! Also, to "chocolated. dreams" emily lost her virginity to ben, as was told in a flashback in season one :)! xxx Lottie

Toby's POV

I smiled down at Spence. This girl is amazing. She single handedly released me from jail without batting an eyelash. I'm so lucky to have her by my side again. She is so strong. Stronger than anyone I know. We stopped walking as soon as we exited the police station. We stood on the steps of the station. We weren't speaking, just looking at each other with expressions of relief and love. Her auburn waves were messy and tousled, her black mascara left tear lines down her pale ivory cheeks, and the bruise around her eye had changed to a greenish-yellow blob, but in my opinion, she had never looked more beautiful and strong then she did now.

"Aww.. you think you're so clever don't you?" The chilling voice of Ian rang out from behind us, as his echoing footsteps made his presence known. I felt Spencer stiffen beside me as we turned to face him. Tightening my grip on Spencer, I pushed her behind me to maximize the distance between them, as the grin on Ian's face approached us.

"You think you're so clever..." he continued. "But you shouldn't be too proud of yourselves. Cause tonight Toby, you can sit at your home knowing Spencer lost her virginity to me, instead of you." His smile spread wider across his face as he jammed his hands in his pockets and started to walk away. My face flushed with anger as the hand around Spencer tightened even more with all the rage I was keeping bottled up inside. My mind ran at a million miles an hour, but it only took a second for my decision to be made. Walking away from Spencer, I approached Ian's retreating form, ignoring her pleas to come back. I tapped Ian on the shoulder quickly, and he turned around surprised, his mouth forming a perfect O.

"I am definitely going to be proud of myself for this." I said, smiling. A split second later, my fist connected with his jaw with all the force I could muster. The blow knocked Ian off his feet, as Spencer started yelling and crying in the background.

"Toby! Please stop lets go!" I felt a tugging on my sleeve, and looked down to see a frantic Spencer pulling me in the other direction, towards her house. I took one last look of Ian's body, crumpled on the ground and moaning in pain, before following Spencer down the street as fast as our feet could carry us.

Spencers POV

I watched in horror as Toby's fist connected with Ian's jaw, producing a sickening crunch as Ian fell to the ground. A small shriek escaped my lips and the world turned blurry with the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"Toby! Please stop let's go!" I pled, grabbing the worn hem of his cotton sleeve. Ian was going to be so pissed! My stomach churned with the thoughts of what he would do to me for Toby's outburst. I tugged at the sleeve some more until Toby complied. I grabbed his hand, and our fingers intertwined before our feet hit the pavement running, leaving our footsteps behind as the only proof we had been there in the first place. We ran the whole way home, and in twenty minutes we arrived at the house, our lungs burning and our limbs exhausted. Out of breath and panting heavily, I leaned on my knees as Toby and I tried to catch our breaths.

Toby's POV

We leaned back on the edge of the Hasting's grass, chuckling, at the last half hour of our lives. For a brief moment, everything was back to normal, and as I snuck a sideways glance at Spencer, I could see the flush in her otherwise pale complexion. She was still chuckling, her hair fanning out on the grass. I inhaled steadily, trying to restore my breathing to normal. We rested in silence for a while, until our breathing stabilized. Spencer turned her head towards me, an unreadable expression on her gorgeous porcelain face.

"Toby... What you did back there.." Her sentence trailed off.

"I know Spence. I know. It was reckless and stupid, but I couldn't help it. He hurt you. I couldn't let him get away with it." I met her big doe eyes with mine. "I just couldn't..." She snuggled into my side, the late almost-summer sun starting to set down the street. I snaked my arm around her, holding her close, doing my best to protect her now, even though I couldn't when it really counted. All too soon, our peaceful silence was broken by a high-pitched yelling from the Hasting's house.

"SPENCER JILL HASTINGS! GET INSIDE THIS VERY MOMENT!"

Tobys POV (still)

We stood before Spencer's parents, Ian and Melissa, the death glares making it seem more like an executioner's squad. Her grip on my hand tightened, the terrified and confused look on her face increasing with every moment of strenuous silence. I've never seen Spencer quite like this before. Standing in front of this "court", she seemed almost... vulnerable. Peter cleared his throat and took a menacing step forward, setting him apart from the pack. Spencer stiffened, waiting for him to speak.

"How dare you," Mr. Hastings started with his waxed brows furrowing, "How dare you step into this home after what you have done to this family."

"Look dad I", Spencer started. Peter raised his hand abruptly, cutting her off completely.

"I will deal with you later. I was addressing Mr. Cavanaugh here."He turned his icy cold glare to me.

Spencers POV

I looked up at Toby's face, the confusion causing a dark cloud to appear over his perfect features. Clearly I wasn't the only confused one.

"Dad please what are you-" I tightened the grip on Toby's hand, snuggling into the side of his flannel shirt.

"Spencer! Shut up!" Dad turned his gaze on me again, looking at me with a disgusted expression, like I was last weeks chinese takeout.

"Were going to have a talk. Right now, the lies end." I could feel the stares from everybody in the room. I didn't want to, but slowly, I raised my eyes, meeting everyone elses. I saw my mothers puffy eyes from crying, her chanel mascara smeared, Melissa's disgust, much like my fathers, and Ian's creepy gloat sent chills down my spine. Of course he was behind it. I knew it. Toby shouldn't of punched him, who knew what he had planned?

"Spencer come over here." I pulled closer into Toby, not wanting to cross the living room to face my father's wrath.

"Spencer NOW!" His raised voice made everyone jump, including Toby. Dad's face was bright red and he looked as if he had too much to drink. A tense second passed, hanging in the air heavily. A heartbeat later he crossed the room, angrily grabbing my arm and dragging me across the room.

" Hey! Dad let go of me!" I grasped at Toby, but I was already too far away from him. He threw me onto the couch, my shins slamming into the coffee table, probably leaving two more bruises. I saw Toby make a move toward me only to be cut off by a death glare from my father.

"You raped my daughter." he said, putting his hands on Toby's collar and slamming him against the wall. "And then you, both of you, lied. And tried to frame Ian. You're lucky I don't kill you right now." He shoved Toby again, the pictures rattling against their hooks.

"Dad please stop!" I yelled from the couch, my voice shaking with fear. What was going on here!?

"Spencer I don't have time for any of your lies. Now you, Toby, get out of this house and never come back. And if you so much look at Spencer again, I WILL kill you." He said, shoving Toby towards the door. I sprung off the couch, trying to cross to Toby, only to feel the rough hands of my worst nightmare grabbing me and holding me back.

"TOBY!" I yelled, my vision blurring from the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Mr. Hastings you have it all wrong! I love your daughter, I would never-" Toby trying to defend himself only seemed to make my dad angrier.

"OUT!" The metallic sound of the door slamming against the frame sounded through the room as I struggled against Ian.

"Spencer you are never seeing that boy again! Do you hear me!?" Ians hands released me, and I was suddenly standing before my fuming father, close enough to see the botoxed veins popping from his forehead.

"Dad please let me explain! You dont know the truth!" Melissa scoffed from across the room, stepping forward on her new heeled Louis Vuittons.

"We know the truth Spencer. You're a lying attention seeking whore who tried to frame my husband because your sleazebag boyfriend couldn't keep it in his pants! You tried to ruin my happiness, you tried to ruin my marriage!" She started sobbing, my mother patting her straightened auburn hair and pulling her in for one of the comforting hugs I was never able to receive.

"Mel all this stress isn't helping the baby. Let me drive you to Philly. Come on, grab your coat, let's go." She sharply turned around, collecting her things at my mothers request.

"Melissa-" I tried to speak but it was obvious no one cared enough to listen. This was twisted. No one realized that they had it all wrong. That they kicked out the one person that I actually needed to get through this. Tears fell from my cheeks, leaving splotches on the mahogany floor.

"Spencer," my dad started again, "Tell the truth this time. Why didn't you come to us when Toby.." he cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "...raped you?" The door slammed again as Mom and Melissa left.

"Dad for the last time, Toby didn't rape me it was Ian!" I screamed, begging to be heard. Ian stepped across the room to stand by my father before replying.

"How can you stand there and accuse me of raping you? I'd never do something like that. I know you think Toby loves you and you're protecting him but grow up Spencer. Your childish lies and games aren't fooling anyone anymore." My father sighed, exhausted, sinking his head into his hands.

"You know what Spencer. I can't handle this. I'm going to see how you're sister is doing. Ian, call Mrs. Montgomery and say Spencer needs to stay with her until we get back. Make sure she gets over there safely and make sure she doesn't see Toby. Meet us in Philly when you're done." I watched in horror as my dad grabbed his coat and slammed the door shut, leaving me with the monster again. As soon as the headlights from my dads car vanished from the window, Ian was next to me. He grabbed my wrists harder than ever before, slamming me against the wall once again. My hip banged the corner of the bureau, causing an eruption of pain. I couldn't bring myself to meet Ian's eyes.

"I told you not to tell." He said, simultaneously slamming me against the wall again. "You will never ever cross me like that again am I clear?" His eyes burned with power and hatred. I couldn't form words. All I could think about was how I allowed this to happen. What did I do to deserve this? Was it about that time I poured glue into Naomi's hair in the fifth grade?

"Answer me!" Ian shoved me again, pinning my arms above my head.

"Y-yes Ian. Clear as crystal." I whispered, terrified, tears cascading steadily down my face.

"Good. Because its been a long day and I need to relieve some tension..." He stripped my sweater off, forcing me onto the couch, before my world collapsed in on itself once again.