AN: Hey! I feel like this ones a little shorter(But packed!), Sorry about it. I just had a little writers block and Im trying to study for mid-terms...so, yea. Enjoy!

Her heart stopped beating altogether. The phone almost slipped from her weak fingers that had gone numb. A shiver crawled up her spine in the dead of night. Maybe she could have seen this coming, but she was too stubborn to acknowledge the condition in which her grandma had been. It started before the hospital visits.

"Honey, I'm so sorry." Another strained sound came through the phone.

"Mom..."

"We are at grandpas house."

"How is he?"

"Really shaken; would you come over?" Emily looked in through the window and watched Toby's rigid arms, tensing and then relaxing again. From her spot she couldn't see Spencer but she could only imagine how she felt.

"I'm spending the weekend at a lake house with some friends, I don't want to ruin it for all of us." She glanced at the car they drove down together in and silently decided to keep her grandmothers passing to herself. Spencer needed her now.

"Toby, you can't just waltz back into my life like this!"

"Spencer..." Her name rolled of his lips like it often did. "We just need to end this on good terms."

"I was the one trying to keep us on good terms, remember?" She was slowly loosing her cool. Milk slushed into her socks, reminding her of how incredibly uncomfortable she was. She glanced down and took a step back before reaching down to take her socks off, crinkling her face in disgust. Toby lunged forward, offering to help with the spilt milk. He caught her eye, and for first time in a long time she saw his resolve break. A single tear cascaded down his cheek. He had thought he was done crying over her, but somehow, in her presence, he couldn't help it.

"Don't cry over spilled milk." Spencer sneered, poking fun at him. This was her way of dealing with the pain. She finally felt as if she was healing, but seeing him again ripped open the wound. "You have no right, Toby. Not now. Just-" She took a deep breath, and finished with a much more broken voice, "Leave." The sound of defeat gave Toby hope. Dealing with a pissed off Spencer was impossible, but dealing with a broken Spencer was doable.

"Look, I just wanted us to agree: You're a great person, but we have gone our separate ways, and there's nothing wrong with that. I don't think friends is an option here, but I'd like to think back on our two years as a well spent two years, rather than hear your name and be disgusted."

Spencer stared at her feet. As much as she wanted to hate him for coming here, he was such a good guy and she couldn't hate him. She never wanted to hurt him, but the way he had reacted was not like him. Of course, in the end, here he was: the best guy there could ever be. Toby stared at her, hoping for an answer. Finally, she looked up, and slowly nodded her head.

"Fine." He beamed at her and wrapped her up in his arms. He whispered in her ear;

"You're a smart woman, Spencer, I know you would never hurt me on purpose. Please, whoever she is, make it worth it." He pulled away with the softest smile he could muster. He noticed her lips twitch upward and felt like he was accomplished.

"Enjoy your life, Spencer." With that, he walked out to his truck and took off.

Spencer found herself unable to move. She stared at the empty space before her, where he had just stood, and before him, where Emily had stood. His words echoed in her ears: Make it worth it. She walked out onto the front porch and glanced around. She noticed a figure on the dock. Tip-toeing down, she winced every time her bare feet connected with a pebble. She walked up behind Emily and sat down next to her. Silence enveloped them. Emily stared out onto the lake, watching the wind create little ripples.

"Deja-vu, huh?" Spencer nudged her and smirked.

"Kinda." Spencer searched for her eyes, noticing how her voice seemed far off.

"Hey, look at me." She grabbed Emily's chin and forced her to face her. "What's wrong."

For a moment Emily thought about telling her, but realized that she would insist that they go home.

"How are you..and Toby?" Spencer sighed. Emily could be stubborn, she was starting to understand that.

"Actually pretty good. It's all over. I won't see him again."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No. No, he was actually very calm about it. But, enough about me, what happened? What did your mother say?"

"I don't want to talk about it; just, hold me. Please." Spencer wrapped an arm around her shoulder and scooted closer. She began to rub slow circles on her arm. After a while, Emily's arm started to tingle where Spencer's fingers were, like little sparks.

"I like your name." She looked up at Spencer. Spencer scrunched her eyebrows and looked back.

"Do you know any other 'Spencer's'?"

"No, why?" Now Emily scrunched her eyebrows.

"It's just that people tend to like a particular name because they like that person. I guess not everyone though."

"No, I'm pretty sure it's everyone." Emily assured her, feeling all fuzzy inside and heat creeped up her neck. Spencer looked away to hide her own blush and bit her lip to prevent her inevitable smile. When she felt that her breath was stable, she looked back at Emily.

"You're name means 'striving, hard working'." She reached out and played with a raven colored lock of hair.

"How do you know that?"

"I looked it up, because I like your name." Spencer felt the blood immediately return to her face. She watched as Emily slowly understood the meaning of her words. They watched the lake again, sitting in comfortable silence, until Spencer remembered something.

"You still need to eat."

"That's fine, I sorta lost my appetite."

"No, no excuses. I'm making you something." She tugged on Emily's arm and dragged her towards the house. Spencer quickly finished cleaning the milk and went to turn on the oven.

"Shit. I left the oven on." She went to the freezer and pulled out chicken patties. She put a pot on the stove and boiled water for linguini. There was still no sign of Aria or Hanna in the house; she figured they went to bed.

"You can sleep with me tonight so you don't wake Hanna up." Emily nodded her head and moved closer to Spencer. When she turned around she almost hit Emily in the face. Letting out a quiet gasp, she put her hand on the counter behind her to balance herself. Emily placed her hand on top of hers and giggled lightly. She felt Spencer tighten up and she glanced at her lips. Spencer's heart jumped and her eyes fluttered to Emily's lips and back up to her eyes. All of a sudden the lights shut off and Spencer let out a small shriek.

"Oh! I'm sorry I thought you all went to bed already. I saw the light on." Aria flicked the lights back on and rounded the corner to see Emily sitting on a stool and Spencer looking like a dear in headlights with her hand over her heart.

"Aw, honey, I didn't mean to scare ya" Aria held back a laugh.

"Don't worry, we were just gonna eat and then go to bed." Emily smiled and gestured to their food in the making. Aria nodded and hurried back to her room. Spencer caught her breath and glanced at Emily, but couldn't hold the taller girls eyes for long, and turned her attention back to the food on the stove. For some reason she felt incredibly embarrassed.

Spencer slowly opened her eyes and felt someone next to her stir. Her head slowly moved up and down as she listened to a beat. She looked up at the swimmer's angled chin. Her arm was resting over her stomach and their legs were intertwined. She had her head nestled into the crook of Emily's arm, slightly on her chest. Heat rushed into her cheeks and all of sudden she was aware of how close they were. She looked over Emily and at the clock; it was just before eight. Just then, Emily turned her head towards her and it fit perfectly on top of Spencer's head. She had never felt so safe. As Emily breathed, Spencer could feel her ribs underneath her fingers. Slowly, she moved her fingers lightly across Emily's skin, feeling the curve of her hips. Her skin felt like velvet, and it was addictive. Spencer felt the need to run her fingers over the smooth skin and let her own skin vibe under the friction she created. She moved her fingertips in a slow, lingering circle, ghosting over her hips.

"Mmmh, that feels nice." Emily breathed out. Spencer immediately recoiled her arm, and Emily leaned back to look down at her quizzically. Her eyes started a fire in the pit of Spencer's stomach. She looked away in shame.

"Sorry." She mumbled, burying her face in Emily's neck. She felt the taller girls body jerk a little and she could tell she was laughing at her. Emily felt Spencer smile against her neck, and it released the butterflies in her stomach. Spencer slowly moved away and untangled her legs to cool her heated self off.

"I should go make us breakfast."

"I'm ok with staying here a little longer." Spencer's stomach leapt into her throat and she looked everywhere except her eyes. As much as she wanted to stay, her feelings were making her way too anxious.

"Ok. I'll bring breakfast to you." Emily smiled to herself as she watched Spencer close the door behind her. Spencer was way too cute when she was frazzled. She sighed and made her way to the bathroom; maybe she could find an excuse to sleep in here again tonight.