Author's Note: So I'm updating again! I will have to warn you in advance that this chapter is a little bit uneventful, and the next chapters are when things really go down.

And that's all I have to say, so let's get down to it!

Chapter Thirteen

"What? Spencer, are you crazy?" Aria asked, putting down the dish she was washing and shutting off the tap water.

Spencer sighed. She was trying her best to maneuver the luggage cart while still speaking to Aria. "Aria, I can't right now. But I'm going, and tell Hanna, because I can't get her to answer my calls."

Aria stared down at the dish towel in front of her. "Well, what you said to her was uncalled for and really upsetting, Spencer," she answered softly.

"I know. But I'm trying to make things right," Spencer answered after a pause. "For everyone."

Aria hung up the phone, looking over to her company. Emily, Hanna, Toby, Caleb, and Jason were all over. She put the dish on the drying rack and walked back over to them. "Spencer just called. She left for Paris," she announced, putting her phone down on the coffee table.

All of them looked surprised except for Hanna. "What? Is she crazy?" Emily asked.

Aria shrugged and sighed. "And she wants you to know she's sorry, Hanna."

Hanna just rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

After a moment of awkward silence, Toby got up, grabbing his jacket and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Jason asked.

"Home to go look up a flight on the next plane bound for Paris," he explained before opening the door and leaving.

Emily quickly got up and walked out the door, following. "Toby, wait for a minute!" she called out, just as he was about to descend the stairwell.

"Emily, don't even try to convince me that I shouldn't go. I'm going to," he stated plainly.

She shook her head. "That's not what I wanted to say. I just wanted to tell you to be safe and…don't break Andrew's face when you see him. And I want a hug," she said with a smile.

Toby smiled and walked over to Emily. Emily wrapped her arms around him. "Call me when you get to Paris. I don't care if it's at four in the morning here. I want to know that you got there," she whispered to him. He nodded in response.

Toby was the first to pull away. "Thank you, Emily. For everything," he said before walking away.

Emily stood for a moment, staying for a minute later, even after she knew he was already out of the building. "This will change everything."

After one more minute, Emily walked into the apartment again, seeing her friends all still in a state of shock.

"Is he crazy?" Aria asked finally.

All the others shrugged. "Maybe," they all answered in unison.

"Is he really going to follow her to France? She made it really clear that she doesn't want any of us interfering with her relationship," Aria reminded them.

"She has to know sooner or later, Aria," Emily told her.

Aria sighed. "I know, but Spencer's in black-out mode, and it's probably not a good idea to confront her now. I just hope that they're both okay."

There was more silence.

"Do you think that Andrew was going to France with another girl?" Caleb asked suddenly.

The five thought about it for a minute. Finally, Hanna, who was silent this entire time, spoke. "I wouldn't be surprised."

Hanna couldn't bear the feeling lingering in the room anymore. She quietly gathered her things and left the room. Caleb watched her in surprise.

"Is she okay?" he asked with concern.

Emily looked him over once. "It's something that you need to hear from Hanna," she said.

Caleb was determined to find what that was.

Toby looked out the window again as he waited on the runway for the plane to take off. He couldn't help but feel really anxious.

But why was it exactly? And why was he doing this for Spencer? She had known her for all of about two months.

As he stared out over the dark Atlantic Ocean, the only light being that which reflected off the lights of New York City, lost in his own thought, he realized it reluctantly.

This was love.

And if it wasn't, he didn't know what was.

He was in love with her.

Hanna rose reluctantly from her bed, her eyes rimmed with red and puffy. She wasn't looking forward to seeing anyone at eleven at night, let alone in this state.

When she saw it was Caleb, a part of her wanted to slam the door in his face. The other wanted to invite him in and tell him everything.

She noticed that Caleb was holding a brown paper bag. "What's that?" she asked, her voice shaky and light.

"The essentials," he smiled. "Phish Food ice cream, rag mags, and a bunch of Jake Gyllenhaal movies."

Hanna succumbed to a smile. Caleb smirked in response. "I knew I could get you to finally smile."

Hanna nodded. "Thank you," she answered.

Caleb set down the bag and looked at Hanna, who avoided any and all eye contact. "Can you tell me why you got so upset?" he asked with concern. "You don't have to. I just want to help you feel better," he insisted.

Hanna thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I can't talk about it. It's got nothing to do with you, but…she really hit a sore spot," she explained vaguely.

Caleb nodded in acceptance. "I get it. But you can talk to me about things, Hanna. I feel like we're good friends now."

Maybe even more than friends…hopefully.

Caleb looked around the room and turned. His hand was on the doorknob when he heard Hanna behind him.

"Can you stay with me?" she asked weakly, sweetly, and softly. It came out almost as a whisper.

Caleb stopped before turning around. He nodded and smiled at her.

Hanna turned away to get the things from the bag, a slight smile spreading across her face.

Aria was putting away the pitcher of water. She didn't hear Jason's footsteps behind her.

"Do you need help with anything?" Jason asked.

She shook her head. "Thanks."

Both stood in silence for a moment more.

"Are you sure you want to stay alone?" he asked. Immediately, he felt a little stupid.

She shrugged. "I'm used to it, but I don't like it," she admitted. "Maybe after the baby is born, that'll change…" she thought aloud. She looked up at Jason, remembering his presence. "Can I show you something?" she asked.

He nodded.

Aria walked away from him, making her way into her bedroom. Jason didn't follow her, but heard the rustling of papers.

Aria walked out a minute later, with a small piece of paper in her hands. She handed it reluctantly to Jason.

He took it and smiled when he saw it. "Is this—"

"That's our baby," she answered with pride.

Jason looked up at her, and it was quite obvious that she was glowing at the mere sight of the sonogram. He already knew how great of a mother she would be, and just knew that he would pale in comparison to her.

"This is amazing," he commented.

"That's your copy," she said. "I have like ten more in my room. I guess I was just hoping you would like to look at her as often as possible," she added.

Jason was surprised. "Her? Isn't it too early to know the gender?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I just always thought it was a girl. I think that it's a girl," she explained.

Toby looked at the calling card in confusion. It had been years since he had taken high school, and reading was not his strong suit.

He just about followed along, reading how to call the United States and called Emily.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hey, Em. It's me. I'm in France now," he answered, looking out the window of the hotel he had rented a room in. It was the first one he found vacancy in, and wasn't that far away from the airport.

He could hear her sigh in relief. "How was the flight?" she asked.

"Long and I'll probably need like a day to sleep off the jetlag. I hope I can find Spencer here, somewhere. It's a big city." He sighed. "It's one in the afternoon and I'm exhausted."

"I know, but you have to hold out until ten, at least, or you'll never get over it. And it's the city of love. That means that lovers are bound to meet by fate," she said with a smile.

He was too tired to make a comeback. "Listen, I'll have to call you later, Emily. I have to look out for Spencer."

"Okay. I'll let you go. Just let me know when you find her."

With that, the conversation ended. Toby stared up, wondering where to begin, and enjoying the feel of the soft sheets. The hotel he had to stay at was really expensive. He wasn't complaining about the room, though. It was beautiful.

What was supposed to be five minutes of resting turned into a nap which lasted until four.

He groaned once he saw how long he had taken a nap. His phone rang, almost on cue.

"Hello?" he answered without looking at the I.D.

"Hey, Toby. It's me, Emily," Emily responded. "I just wanted to tell you that Aria spoke to Spencer and she gave me the address of the hotel she's staying at," she informed him.

"Really? Great! What is it?" he asked eagerly.

"It's the Hotel Paris France. The address is 72 rue de Turbigo," she said.

He looked at the guest book sitting on the desk and saw the same name on it. "That's the hotel I'm staying at," he answered.

There was silence for a split second. "I guess that fate is already working away," she murmured.

"Did Aria give you the room number?" Toby asked, ignoring her comment.

"Room 721."

"Thanks, Emily," he answered before hanging up.

Spencer walked into the hotel room of the hotel she had found last minute at five in the morning. It was so beautiful, she knew despite her sleep-walking. There was a balcony overlooking the streets and it was beautiful. But she just couldn't enjoy the moment.

It was because she had always pictured herself being in Paris, spending the days, with someone she truly loved. And Andrew wasn't there. Why should she be happy?

She fell back onto the bed with a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. Before she knew it, her eyes were closed and she had fallen asleep.

Now, she woke up to knocking on her door at a quarter past four in the afternoon. Spencer couldn't believe that she actually slept for eleven hours, but then again, she hadn't gotten much sleep.

She opened up the door, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She felt as though they were deceiving her. The person she saw couldn't possibly be there.

"Toby?" she asked in confusion. "What are you doing in Paris?" she asked.

"I came here because of you," he answered.

Forgive me. I know this chapter was sort of uneventful. Still, I guess I got you guys to a point you've been waiting for for a long time. Toby admitted to himself that he loves Spencer :) This is a turning point.

Anyway, Chapter 15 is the one to watch, because that's the one with the Toby & Andrew scene. I wrote it yesterday and it might not be the greatest since I wrote it at like midnight, but I loved it.

iAmALittleLiar: I think everyone will feel worse for Spencer in Part Three, because something BIG is said there. I think she's kind of nice to Toby next chapter. I'm pretty sure she doesn't kick him out from anyplace, so that's a good sign, right?

Spobyforever1907: I love writing Hanna's funny scenes. She's the best. She will open up to Caleb really soon. As for Andrew, you'll have to bear with him for a few more chapters until Spencer is done with him FOR GOOD. Well, he's mentioned and his presence is kind of in Spencer's life, but not in a way where she's still in love with him or anything. If you've ever heard the song "Ghost of You" by Selena Gomez & The Scene, that's what I'm thinking Spencer's outlook on Andrew will be after their relationship crashes and burns.

infinitydreamzz: Love makes fools out of us all, doesn't it? And Toby is a sweetheart, so I think portraying him this way is the way he should be. He's the truth through all the lies...the sunshine throughout the darkness...the deliciousness in whipped cream. He's like everything good.

Spoby101: You didn't think I'd leave you hanging, did you?

spoby equals awesomeness: In case I never address it in the story, karma is a bitch and Andrew will get hurt even more than he's hurt everyone in his life (and next chapter you'll learn that it's more than just Spencer). You'll find out that Spencer's denial is very complicated. This whole situation is very complicated.

Guest: Hmm...I think you might have given me an idea.

Onedirection2013: Trust me, a lot is going to happen.

Sunset13: Andrew is a big bump in the road plus like fifteen roadblocks in the scope of Spoby.

beautifuldreamerr: If you want to thank anyone for Hanna's "shippity shipping" you should probably go onto Twitter, tweet him a link to the last chapter, and personally thank him, because I got that line from a tweet that he wrote. Because Keegan Allen is awesome and funny and I couldn't pass that up. Thank you, Keegan, for being an incredimazing Toby and providing Drunk Hanna's lines. And I never put it under the categories, but all of my stories are angsty (someone call the person in charge of discovering new words and make that one, because I use it all the time). I just think straight-up fluff is really limited and should probably limited to one-shots (unless it happens to be a collection of one-shots).

spobettes: It'll happen. Spencer will tell him off. And then she'll be sobbing uncontrollably, and then we go eight months into time :)

ALO.24.8: You'd better believe it! Hanna's #ShippityShipping all day, every day.

vondydora: Well, I think that I answered some of your questions this chapter :) and thank you for the compliment. I will clue you in on what happened to Hanna, and it should explain why she's a little wishy-washy with Caleb. There's something haunting her, and it's probably also why she's so adamant with Spencer and Toby, since she knows life is fleeting. And that's all I'll tease right now.

Guest (spobyshipper): Hanna's past, I assure everyone, will be brought to light. And there are a bunch of people at school who call themselves awkward turtles, and I'm probably the most awkward of them all. So kisses to the other turtle!

Guest (DedicatedToSpoby): Toby will always be the shoulder Spencer can cry on, that I'm sure of.

Okay, so if I get about the same amount of reviews as this chapter (14) I will update. And to anyone who hasn't done so, it would mean a lot of you could check out my Fabrastings story called "Enchanted". Sorry, it's not a Spoby story, but once this one is finished, I have a whole lot of ideas I can choose from to upload something else. -Kayson