Over one hundred reviews? Have I told you lately how much I love you all!? You guys are far too good to me.

Not sure if anyone was paying attention to the physical timeline of this story... but we're closing in on the end of October, which means some important dates are coming up... True Spoby fans, or people with great attention to detail, may know what I'm referring to. If not, well, you probably have more of a life than me... :) Doesn't mean you love Spoby any less, so doesn't matter to me ;)

Love you guys! This chapter is filled with more Spoby-filler-fluff. Enjoy :)

I do not own Pretty Little Liars.

"Toby Cavanaugh, if you do not shut off that alarm, I'm going to kill you." Spencer's muffled voice against his shoulder came irritably.

The obnoxious beeping came to a halt when he flopped his hand lazily to the side, thankfully having enough practice to hit the shut off button straight on.

Toby was surprised to find they were in the same position they had fallen asleep in, barely different by an inch. He began to sit up but Spencer groaned loudly, obviously not happy with his suggestion of motion.

"Good morning to you too." he teased down at her, pressing a platonic kiss to her forehead. "If we don't get up now, we'll be late for French. You know Jackie will have our heads… and in a language we won't be able to keep up in."

Spencer sighed and rolled off of him. "Do you want the shower first?"

"Nah, you go ahead. I'll get breakfast started." he told her easily.

She nodded, groaning again, and forced herself out of bed. She headed to her suitcase to grab her things and then paused, seemingly remembering the night before. "How did we get in your room?"

Toby chuckled. "Jenna came home and woke me up, suggesting we go to my room before we were disabled from poor neck posture. You were zombie-sleeping, so I carried you. I don't care what you say, that pull-out bed is pretty awful."

Spencer rolled her eyes. "It's perfectly functional. It's only for a few days." She gathered the rest of her toiletries and her clothes for the day, but she hesitated before heading into the bathroom. "Do you mind if I borrow a towel?"

Toby's face changed to shock. "Are you kidding? Jenna has very specific rules about towel usage. She hand-washes them and sews them herself." he said seriously.

It took Spencer a second to process and then she sent him a look. "You sure are witty in the morning…"

Toby cracked up, surprised he held up for that long. There had been a glimmer of fear in her eyes before she realized he was completely joking. "Sorry, you're just far too polite. It was asking for it. They're in the cupboard next to the sink."

She stuck her tongue out at him for good measure before slipping inside the bathroom.

Toby, far too pleased with his own humor, went back to frying the bacon.

Toby was setting the table as the last of the food finished off when Spencer came out towel-drying her hair. It was naturally wavy almost halfway down her back and she had no make-up on. She was donned in her usual dressed-up-casual way and he had to say he loved the natural look on her. He had no idea why girls always thought they needed make-up and fancy clothes to make them look pretty. Although, he reasoned, most girls weren't as beautiful as Spencer.

She smirked at him when she saw him hide a smile, knowing exactly what he was laughing at. "I took two towels just to spite you. You should really be more careful. I know how to use that sprayer there." Spencer added, nodding towards the sink where he had gotten a face full of water from with her on their previous breakfast date.

Toby rolled his eyes. "You really shouldn't threaten the people who handle your food." he warned, grinning now.

Spencer finally seemed to notice the toast, fried eggs and bacon he had cooked up, immediately reaching for the steaming mug of mocha liquid he laid out for her. "Good Lord, Toby, do you eat like this every day?"

He shrugged. "Not really. But it's sort of a special occasion. And I like cooking for you." he admitted bashfully, but then switched back to his teasing manner from before. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know."

Spencer scoffed. "Thanks, Mom. In my family it was always a granola bar on the go or some yoghurt and berries if you wanted to go a little crazy."

"Well at my place, I like you to actually feel like a human being, not a rabbit." he explained amusedly as he placed her food in front of her.

"Hastings don't have time to eat." she explained stoutly.

"I like breakfast. And if you're living with me, you're going to get real breakfast offered to you." Toby told her with a smile. He opened the freezer thoughtfully. "Speaking of real meals, what do you want for dinner tonight?"

"Toby, you don't have to feed me every meal of the day-"

He sent her a look. "Spencer, did you not hear me a minute ago? I like cooking for you. We share a lot of the same tastes. And plus, it can be hard to cook for just two people. It'll be nice to be able to expand our recipe options for one that feeds three."

Spencer sighed. "We should make some pasta. It's been so long since I've had pasta…"

Toby took a bag of packed hamburger out of the freezer and sat opposite of her. "Why?"

She looked at him incredulously. "It's full of carbs! Eating pasta in my house was equivalent with smoking I'm pretty sure. Hastings cannot be anything less than perfect and that includes our waistlines."

Toby's eyes softened, wondering how strict her parents really were. No wonder Spencer took things so seriously; she didn't know how else to live. "Well everything in moderation, Spence. We will cook the best pasta we can find and then we'll go out and do something super active to counteract it and calm that crazy brain of yours."

Spencer smiled. "I like this plan."

Toby finished eating and wiped his mouth, glancing at the clock on the wall. "I better shower. Do you need anything out of the bathroom before I jump in there? I'll only be a few minutes."

She waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, I'm good. The rest of my stuff is out here."

"Good. By the way, I put on another pot of coffee for you." he teased, noticing her already empty mug.

She shaped her hands into a heart in thanks, giggling slightly, before getting up to refill. She had a feeling she was going to like living with Toby an awful lot.

Spencer spent a few minutes applying her make-up and then put away her things. She was pretty much all set to go except for her hair, which she needed the mirror in the bathroom for.

She figured she should text Hanna to ask how last night with Caleb went and to tell her she missed her, but her phone was nowhere in the living room. Realizing the only other place she could've left it would be Toby's room, she headed in there, not cluing in to the fact that the door was mostly closed.

And there he was. Toby had spun around in surprise, his towel low on his hips as he fought to hold it around his waist, looking every level of sexy the world had ever created. His hair was damp and messier than his usual style, his skin glistening as beads of water dripped down his muscular torso.

Spencer simply stared, unable to help herself, blinking repeatedly to try to wake up from a dream she must be having. Her eyes were trained on his tight abdomen. Could that even be classified as a six pack? It was more like double. How did he do it?

"S-sorry!" Spencer spluttered, finally coming back from reality, and tearing her eyes away from him. "I-I forgot my phone in here I think…"

Toby, always oblivious, was confused on why she was so flustered when he was the one exposed. He did a quick search with his eyes around his bedroom. "I don't think you would've brought it in here, Spence. We weren't in here until bed and you were basically unconscious then." he added amusedly, trying to joke over the blush staining his cheeks. He wasn't used to feeling so exposed.

Spencer was staring determinedly at the carpet. "Oh. Yes. Right! Silly me. Alright, well I'm just gonna-" she was laughing nervously and then suddenly bolted from the room, shutting the door fully behind her, cursing herself for being such a moron.

She found her phone at the bottom of her purse and forgot completely why she wanted it in the first place. She closed her eyes and tried to even out her breathing. She had seen his abs before, but it was a whole new ballgame seeing them in proper light. And the way the water was sliding down his body…

Spencer shook herself and headed into the bathroom, determined to use the hairdryer to block out the noise of stadium cheering going on in her head.

Toby finished dressing, hoping Spencer wouldn't be weird around him for the rest of the day. He thought the door latch had caught; he hadn't realized the door was open slightly. Of course she would come in. At least he still had his towel on.

Now fully dressed, Toby gathered his school bag and what he'd need for the day and left his bedroom. Spencer was filling her travel mug up with even more coffee, causing Toby to chuckle to himself.

She noticed him and was immediately back to her old self. "You like your breakfast and I like my coffee." she reasoned.

"You liked breakfast too." he reminded her, but there was a small trace of doubt in his voice.

Spencer smiled warmly. "I did. Thank you, by the way. I didn't know living here would be like a five star hotel."

"Hey, I expect the same treatment if I ever crash at your place. I better get breakfast in bed." he teased.

Spencer rolled her eyes and linked their arms, finally setting off to school together.

Toby leaned against the counter at work hours later, texting Spencer quickly.

I forgot I work a short 2 – 6 shift tonight. Do you mind having late dinner? I don't think Jenna will be home until 7:30 so you'll have to pick up the key from me here. Sorry Spence, I completely blanked.

Her reply came almost instantly and even though it was just text he could hear every bit of her usual wit interlaced in the words.

I'm sure I can handle that, but only because you made me breakfast this morning… ;) I've got a meeting with my academic advisor at three-fifteen but I'll swing by after that?

Perfect, I'll obviously be here. Ezra will be here at three so prepare for him hounding you about Aria…

Sounds like a blast haha. You're going to have an awesome night.

Of course I am. I'm spending the evening with you (:

Spencer took an extra few minutes to respond and he worried she was in class and he wouldn't hear from her again, or that she thought he was the biggest cheeseball on earth and couldn't fathom a suitable response. But while he was washing out the blender, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

:) I think I'm the lucky one. I'll see you around four x3

Toby got back to work after that, trying to keep the smile off his face. Yes, he very much was enjoying Spencer staying with him this week.

It took about forty-five minutes into his shift before Ezra finally couldn't keep it to himself anymore. Toby knew he was struggling not to say anything and bit back a laugh when he noticed Ezra clamping his mouth shut, as if that was the only thing preventing him from word-vomiting out the detailed retelling of the other night.

"Something you want to talk about, Ezra?" Toby asked nonchalantly, finally taking pity on his friend.

He let out an aggravated sigh. "As a matter of a fact, yes!" he exclaimed exasperatedly.

His coworker laughed at him. "How did things go with Aria?"

A vein in Ezra's neck was standing out rather prominently considering the casualness of the situation. He really was ready to burst. "You knew I wanted to be a total girl and ramble on about it. Why didn't you throw me a bone?" he whined, hating how pathetic he sounded.

Toby chuckled as he gracefully positioned the whipped cream on top of one customer's white hot chocolate. "Because it was way more fun watching you struggle with your masculinity."

Ezra rolled his eyes. "Anyways…"

Toby passed the customer their drink. It was a cute redhead who was trying to catch his eye, although he was completely oblivious, so he turned back to Ezra. "So, what happened?" he drawled amusedly.

Ezra grinned, happy his friend was playing along. "Funny you should ask… things went fantastic. She's really great, better than I could've imagined. She's adorable and spunky and-"

"Toby, your girlfriend is here." Nigel, their boss, interrupted.

Ezra groaned and clutched his face with both hands in annoyance, spinning around in exasperation.

Toby, although amused by Ezra's obvious irritation with not getting to finish his gushing, was confused. Girlfriend? If Jenna was back to her ways…

But it was Spencer that was smiling across the counter at him. He brightened immediately on seeing his best friend and headed around the counter to properly greet her.

"I didn't expect you quite yet." Toby said as he hugged her hello.

She smiled, looking in a better mood than he had seen her in a while. "My meeting was rather short. They just wanted to go over my GPA and how I was handling all of my classes since I'm taking that extra course. Since my GPA is four-point-oh right now, they realized there wasn't much to discuss." she explained amusedly.

Toby smiled and dug the key out of his back pocket, handing it to her. "I went across the street on my break and got you a copy made. I have to work another shift this week and I don't want us to run into this problem again. I'm sorry I dragged you out of your way…"

She shook her head, but looked touched. "No, it's no trouble, I don't mind stopping by. I hoped you hadn't had your break yet and we could grab coffee, but I suppose I'm hogging you enough the next few days."

"You know I don't mind. I should get off on time tonight and dinner won't take me long to throw together. If you get hungry before then, feel free to help yourself to anything at the apartment. I should be home by six-fifteenish."

Spencer nodded. "Sounds good. Um… I should go. I think your boss is looking over here. I don't want to get you in trouble." she added apprehensively.

Toby looked over to see Nigel watching. But he suddenly grinned and raised his eyebrows suggestively, giving him a thumbs up.

Toby turned his laugh into a cough. "He just thinks you're my girlfriend. He's letting me know he approves." he told her in an undertone, sounding far too amused. His boss was rather strict when it came to keeping the business alive, but totally quirky when it came to anything else. Toby and Ezra spent far too many shifts cracking up over their boss' antics.

Spencer blushed. "Yeah, that's my fault. I sort of told him that."

Toby was visibly surprised so she continued.

"I um… it just sort of popped out. I was hoping he'd let me steal you for a few minutes if he thought I was more than just your friend." she lied, not wanting to tell him about the red-haired girl she had seen eying him and the clench of jealousy she felt in response. The girl was in earshot and Spencer felt a small bloom of triumph when her face went from on-the-prowl to neutral at Spencer's fake-title in Toby's life.

Toby chuckled. "I figured when I saw it was you it was just Nigel assuming. But my first thought when he told me was that it was Jenna."

"Has she done that before?" Spencer asked in confusion, looking concerned and sorry that she had let that thought enter his mind.

Toby was fine though, much happier with the alternative. "She's done it plenty of times. In fact, when we signed the lease on the apartment Jenna told the landlord we were together but getting separate rooms so our parents would approve."

Spencer rolled her eyes. Sounded like Jenna.

"But I called her out in front of the woman, saying that we shared parents and apologizing for my sister because she was studying acting and thought it was fun to role play in regular life." he finished.

His best friend grinned. "I love when you put her in her place. Although, I have to admit, since you guys had your talk she really has changed. It's… weird."

Toby smiled wistfully. "Yeah, I don't really know how to react to her anymore. I'm trying to play along but I'm waiting for her to just suddenly lash out like a cobra. Sometimes I feel like she has a hidden agenda."

"Well, I wonder how she'll react when she finds out I'll be around for a few days. I better go, Toby, I've got an English Lit paper to start and that French assignment." Spencer said apologetically, looking disheartened to leave but she had been holding him up from working for almost ten minutes now. There were only a few customers in the store at this time of the day but she still felt guilty.

"Okay, well I was going to work on my assignment when I get home if you want to wait for me." Toby suggested. "I'll see you at the apartment, Spence."

Seeing Nigel watching, he pulled her close and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She had shifted before he could and he ended up pressing his lips right next to her mouth.

They both blushed scarlet and avoided the others' eyes as she turned to leave.

"See you when you get home." Spencer murmured bashfully.

Toby made his way back to behind the counter, trying to act casual.

Ezra was smirking so widely that Toby knew he had seen every bit.

"Oh, shut up already." Toby muttered, causing Ezra to laugh at his expense.

Toby weaved in and out of the streets after work, still shaking his head in amusement at Ezra's enthusiastic reliving of the previous night.

"She invited me in for coffee and we made out with her sitting on the counter. On the counter! That's basically a fetish of mine."

"Un-sanitizing surfaces?"

"…you suck."

In truth, Toby was happy for his friend. Both Ezra and Caleb seemed to be really into the girls they had paired off with and he was glad they had each found someone. They definitely deserved it.

A black SUV cut him off suddenly and Toby swerved to avoid rear-ending them. He managed to avoid crashing into any other obstacles in the process, but it was a close call. Feeling jostled and pissed, he was impatient to get home. Too many cars didn't give enough respect to bikers of any kind, both cyclists and motorists. It was pretty rich considering the bikers would be the ones losing that battle almost every time.

Toby was still grumbling as he made his way down the hall to his apartment. He unlocked the door, thinking about all that he needed to get done that week.

Spencer immediately looked up from her laptop and grinned seeing he was home. She practically bounded over in excitement.

Toby immediately felt any stress leave his body when she coiled her arms around his waist in a hug. He tightened his grip on her for an extra moment, breathing in her apple shampoo. He could seriously get used to coming home to Spencer every day. No matter how bad a day he would have, he knew seeing her would always make it all okay.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked perceptively, noticing he was releasing more than just air when he exhaled.

He smiled, genuinely now. "Nothing. I'm just glad I'm home." he told her, double-meaning in his words. He suddenly noticed the scent in the air. "I smell food."

She smiled brightly in return. "I know you probably thought I was a one-trick pony with those waffles…" she teased, grabbing his hand and dragging him in further so he could see the fancy set table and the meal staying warm on the stove. "But I make a mean Spaghetti Bolognese. You hungry?" she asked hopefully.

"Starved." he replied, wrapping his arm around her waist and squeezing affectionately. She leaned into his shoulder happily. "You didn't have to do this you know. You're the guest-"

But Spencer straightened up and broke away to stare him down. "First of all, you basically told me to treat this place like my own. And I cook at home. Second, you cooked breakfast, which is the most important meal of the day." she added cheekily. "Thirdly, you worked and I didn't. Fourthly-"

"All right, all right. You made your point. Man, you really did get the lawyer genes." he said amusedly.

Spencer grinned. "You should know better by now than to argue with me. Let's eat." she suggested, rubbing his lower back tenderly before slipping away to serve up dinner.

Toby watched adoringly, loving how well she fit in his apartment, like she really did live there. He knew that things between them had already changed in only the past couple days. He was starting to feel like they really were dating, sans the physical side of things. But he was perfectly patient for waiting on that if he got the pleasure of seeing her this much.

And as they chatted happily about how their days were over the delicious home-cooked meal, both could see their future was bright.