I Do Not Own Pretty Little Liars.

Chapter 25 - Second Thoughts

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Spencer jumped a little, although the banging was soft. She stood up and opened her side door, revealing someone she didn't expect to see.

"Please don't slam the door in my face." He pleaded, quietly.

"What are you doing here, Toby?"

"I was worried about you. Emily told us you weren't coming and I wanted to check up on you."

"What's the real reason you're here, Toby?" She pressed, a little annoyed with his presence.

"Could we just talk? And I wasn't lying when I said I was worried." He confessed, but he still sounded calm.

"I said we'll talk tomorrow. Toby, you should go home." She was just about to shut the door in his face but he put his hand in between, stopping her movements.

"I brought you some take out." He was persistent, holding up a bag from the Grille.

"I can't accept that." She protested, "Toby, go home."

"Why not?" He ignored her last statement.

"Do I really have to answer that?" She asked bluntly, "Please Toby, just go home."

"Fine, tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow, bye Toby." She closed the door in his face.

"Bye." He mumbled, walking back to his car.

He sighed to himself, closing his eyes. He was getting really frustrated with everything. It was all a mistake! He knows it was wrong but he loves Spencer. He thinks he's learned his lesson and that he'll never do it again.

It wasn't like they went all the way. It was a simple make out that meant nothing. He felt nothing and it was nothing. He was just a drunk boy at a club. Now he knows never to do it again but he keeps asking himself why Spencer can't forgive him.

Angry with himself once more, he bangs harshly on his steering wheel. Letting out an exasperated sigh. He was even more mad at himself for trying to blame Spencer for everything. He knows it hurts to be cheated on like that.

Especially when he thinks drunk actions are sober thoughts. He lets out a shaky laugh, he was just stupid and wasted, nothing more and nothing less. He hit the steering wheel once more, before driving off to talk to Hardy.

Spencer took deep breaths before going back to her movie. She wanted to hate him so much, just like she did when he first came to Rosewood but she just couldn't hate him. She couldn't bring herself to feel such severe dislike towards him.

Spencer still loves him. She might love him but she's not ready to forgive him. He might have not known what was happening when he was with the other girl but it still hurt. It still hurt Spencer to know he was with somebody that wasn't her.

It was the first time he's hurt her like that. It wasn't the first time she's cried about him. The first time was when she thought he broke up with her because he got 'what he wanted'. Even though it was just Alison and her sick games.

She remembered that time. It hurt her a lot more than now even when it wasn't his fault. She let out a loud cry, starting to sob again. She put a hand to her mouth to try and compose herself. It was only a few moments later when she calmed down, sniffling.

The brunette may have felt extremely hurt by him but she respected the fact that he was honest. Although she was slightly annoyed that he didn't tell her immediately. She might have respected his truthfulness but her heart still ached.

Its like she could close her eyes and see Toby with someone whose not her. The scene made her want to puke. It made her feel hurt all over again.

"Hardy! Are you here!" Toby shouted through the almost empty house.

"I'm home but your dad had another meeting and Jenna is out again." He said, casually walking in to the living room, "So what'd you need me for?"

"Spencer just closed the door in my face."

Hardy face palmed, "You're supposed to give her time after you tell her news like that."

"I'm sorry, I don't know how this stuff works! She didn't come to the Grill and I was worried about her." He defended himself.

"Did you tell her that?" He asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

"Yeah but she still slammed the door in my face. Thats not all I wanted to talk about though."

"What else did you want to talk about? Because you know I'm just an average guidance counselor who loves listening to their best friends problems." Toby rolled his eyes at his sarcasm.

He held up his take out bag, "I bought you dinner."

"Well why don't we sit on your couch. Tell me everything, girl!" He enthusiastically encouraged him, as Toby handed him the food. Toby had to laugh a little at his girly voice and the fact that he rushed him to the couch, "So whats up?"

"I have this really strange feeling that I might have wanted to do the thing at the club a few days ago."

"What do you mean? You didn't even know the girl."

"I thought it was Spencer and maybe I just wanted some action from her because I haven't done it in a while?"

"What?" Hardy was sort of getting what he meant.

"Drunk actions are sober thoughts."

"Or you were just really drunk?" Hardy asked, "Yeah, Toby, you were just really drunk." He confirmed, seconds later.

"Okay, good because I really thought for a second it was the other thing."

"You didn't even know the girl!"

"I don't have to know the girl. I just had to know what I wanted."

"Well you didn't want that from her. Unless Spencer left you wanting more that day and because you thought it was Spencer-" Hardy widened his eyes.

"No! We just shared quick goodbye kisses and thats all." He objected hastily.

"Then why are you asking me this? You were just really drunk. Simple as that."

"I know but I just thought the worst." He let out a breath, feeling relieved.

"You know I would expect that sort of behavior from the old you."

"What do you mean?"

"Its just like you to do that. I mean, you were the school player. When you were bored of a girl, you went out to a bar or a club and did some unspeakable things."

"I'm not proud of that and that's sort of why I asked you the question. I mean, I was starting to think that a few days ago was just like that." He confessed.

"Well were you tired of Spencer?"

"I can never get tired of Spencer. She's just amazing. She never fails to amaze me." There was a small glint in his eye when he talked about Spencer, and a smile on his face. The smile didn't last long though.

"Then what happened a few days ago was nothing like your old player days. Besides, she didn't break up with you so she must feel the same." He comforted, taking a small sip of his water.

"Now that I think about it, I was never the dumpy. I was always the dumper."

"Spencer dumped you!" Hardy choked on his water, widening his eyes once more.

"No, but I have a feeling she might. I mean she closed the door in my face!"

"So? I mean think about it. She's probably like, what the fuck is he doing here? Did I invite you to come here? Did I say we can talk?"

"Spencer's not that kind of person." He protested, "But she did argue that we would talk tomorrow." He closed his eyes, exhaling.

"So she is that kind of person?" Hardy smirked, outsmarting his best friend.

"No, but- You know what? I'm going to bed. Goodnight Hardy. We'll talk after I speak with Spencer about this."

"Okay, well Dr Hardy will always be here." Toby looked at him, questioningly, "This couch is really comfortable and I think I'm crashing here for the night."

"Help yourself." He rolled his eyes.

The next morning, Toby knocked quietly on the door of Spencer's house. He was greeted by a grumpy Spencer, who was still in the same clothes as the night previous.

Toby drank in her appearance, gulping. He narrowed his eyebrows in concern. Her eyes were red and teary, looking as if she was crying all night. The one thing that did catch Toby's eye was the shirt and sweats she was wearing. His shirt and sweats. He wanted to smile at that, thinking there was still hope for them.

He tried not to smile though, knowing it wouldn't help his situation. He was a little happy but it stung to know that he was the reason behind her appearance. He was the reason that she had been crying.

"Toby? What are you doing here?" Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"I- I wanted to talk." He hesitantly replied, "Can I come in?" She stepped aside and he walked in through the familiar doors.

"What did you want to talk about?" She asked, leading them towards the couch.

When they were both seated, he just stared at her, unable to speak.

"Well?" She broke the uncomfortable silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You're wearing my clothes. Why?" He asked absentmindedly, staring at his shirt.

"I didn't have any other clothes to wear." She lied, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Why?" He asked again, seeing right through her lie.

"It just reminded me of you." She whispered, after a few moments of silence. The two just awkwardly stared at each other, "What did you really want to talk about?"

"Do you think you will ever forgive me?" He asked slowly, "You know that it was all a mistake."

"I know." She sniffled, "I want to forgive you-"

"Then forgive me, Spencer." He interrupted, "I miss you."

"Its only been a day." She reminded him.

"I know but its killing me to know that we could be over and I don't want that to happen."

"I don't want that to happen either but I have been thinking about it." She stated slowly.

"Thinking about what?" She scooted closer to him.

"I was thinking that maybe it would be a good idea that we-"

He shook his head violently, "No its not, Spencer. It was a mistake."

"I know, but I just can't help but think it could be real and-"

"But it wasn't real. None of it was real. It meant nothing, it was nothing."

"I know it meant nothing but I still-"

"Still what?" He cut her off, his voice turning weak.

"Can you just give me more time? I'm not ready to forgive you. Even if it was nothing, It felt like something. I felt like it was something more than that." She tried reasoning with him.

"But it wasn't anything. I was just really drunk." He told her.

"Could you please just give me more time to think about everything?"

He scooted over, closing the space between them. He reached his hands up to her face to caress her tear stained cheeks. Spencer's breath hitched when he leaned his face closer. It wasn't long until their lips touched, she kissed back after a few moments of hesitation.

"I love you. I know what I did was wrong and I'm really sorry but I don't want us to be over." He carefully wiped away the small tears falling down her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

"I just need some time, okay?" She spoke after a few more beats of silence.

"I'll give you time. And I will respect your decision if you think we shouldn't- if you think we shouldn't be together anymore." He choked out. He too, on the verge of tears.

"Thank you. I just don't want to get hurt again." She said the last part softly so if he wasn't inches away from her face, he wouldn't have been able to hear her.

"What makes you think I will?" He felt a stinging sensation hit his chest after hearing her say that, "I would never do anything to hurt you, Spencer." He added when she just looked at him.

"I just think that doing this will save me trouble from getting my heart broken over something like this." She answered, looking down at her feet.

"It won't happen again. I swear I'll be more careful." He pleaded.

"I just think that if we were 'meant to be', it shouldn't be this complicated. Like Hanna and Caleb never really had trouble like this and they've been together for years."

"That may be true but I just thought being able to be with someone you love is worth the trouble."

"I know I'm going to get hurt by someone I care about but I just don't want to feel the aching pain of being hurt by you."

"What do you mean?" He mumbled, confused.

"I mean when I'm offended by something that my brother or sister says, or my parents, or my best friends, I don't feel as hurt as I would with you and you didn't do things half as bad as they did."

"I can relate, I mean, when I thought you wrote Alison's note, I was crushed. I didn't think I've experienced that sort of emotional pain with anybody else but I want to take that risk with you. Take a risk that I will be hurt because I know it will be worth it in the end."

Spencer gulped, "I just need time." She had a faint smile on her face.

He nodded, "I guess I should get going." He stood up, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to her forehead. He smiled at her, even with the small tears in his eyes. And with that, he was off.

"So how'd it go?" Hardy asked, sitting on the couch, next to Toby.

"She almost dumped me." He whimpered, clutching a pillow tightly to his chest as he watched reruns of Family Guy on TV.

"Well at least your not watching a Nicholas Sparks movie right now." Toby threw his pillow at Hardy, "I'm joking but Family Guy? Really?"

"I need to laugh, and I'm sure a Nicholas Sparks movie will only make me sad."

"What happened?" He asked, curiously.

"I gave her time to think about it."

"How much time?"

"As much time as she needs. At least until she knows what she wants to do."

Hardy thought about this, "Well what do you want her to do?"

"To forgive me and try to forget everything that had happened."

"Umm, okay and if she doesn't, what are you going to do?"

Toby closed his eyes, "I don't know. I guess I'll just have to move on." He opened his eyes.

"But you don't want to do that, do you?"

"No, I don't but its the only thing I can do."

"No, its not. There are plenty of other things to do."

"What am I supposed to do? Sit here and cry because I can't move on."

"Thats not what I meant." Hardy argued, "I meant like try to win her back because I know that she is the best thing that's ever happened to you."

Toby gulped, "I'm just going to move on." He stood up, "I'm going out, if you want to come?"

"Sure, but where to?"

"Just a friends house. I don't think you want to be stuck in this house all alone."

"Yeah, lets go." Hardy pushed him out the door, getting tired of doing nothing all day.

"Hey Spencer! What are you doing today?" Emily asked, walking through the side door of her house.

"I have no idea. I just had a rough morning." Spencer admitted, as she was sprawled across her couch, wearing a different shirt she stole from Toby at the hotel.

"Whose shirt is that? That definitely isn't yours, its way too big for you." She raised her eyebrows, pointing at Spencer's top.

"Its- Its Toby's." She blushed, confessing sheepishly.

"Where'd you get it?"

"I had it saved from the time we shared a hotel room in Atlantic City."

"You guys really are adorable together. You two would always laugh, and you would always have a good time with him."

"Yeah, but I guess its over now."

"Wait! What!" Emily gasped, her eyes widened and her mouth was parted.

"I didn't tell Toby yet but I think we shouldn't be together." She said just as Aria, Hanna, and Alison walked through the door.

"What? Who shouldn't be together?" Hanna asked, settling down on her couch, "Whose shirt are you wearing?"

"I think Toby and I shouldn't be together." Spencer answered quietly, "And this is Toby's shirt."

"You two split up?" Aria was shocked, her mouth hanging open.

Alison stayed silent, walking over and giving Spencer a hug, "What happened?"

"Toby and I just aren't working anymore." Spencer lied.

"You guys were having such a fun time at the Lake house? What happened?" Aria questioned.

"Nothing, were just not working." Spencer kept up her lie.

"What really happened, Spencer?" Alison pressed on, rubbing her back.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Does Em know?" Hanna asked, looking Emily up and down suspiciously.

"Yeah, she can tell you what Toby told her." Spencer shrugged, cuddling into her pillows.

"Toby drunkenly kissed some girl the night Spencer went to New York." Emily said, as Spencer let out a whimper.

Alison was furious as the other two girls were, "That is so like him." Alison stated, her nostrils flaring up.

"What is?" Hanna asked, crossing her arms.

"Toby. Its not the first time he's done that. Thats what he did almost every weekend." She informed the girls, "I thought he was done with that though."

"Toby didn't seem like that kind of guy." Aria narrowed her eyes.

"He's different now but that's how he was."

"Can we not talk about him?" Spencer pleaded, "I made my decision. I'm ending it next time I see him." She sniffled.

"I'm sorry Spence." Alison apologized in full sincere.

"Hey, how about we just relax for the day?" Hanna asked, "Aria and I can go out to buy you some ice cream and we could have a girls day. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect." Spencer mumbled, her voice shaky.

"I thought Spencer has ice cream?" Emily asked, "You had some yesterday." She remembered.

"I had some, but its all gone now." Spencer admitted, sheepishly.

"Okay then, were going to have a girls lazy day today. Aria? Come with me to get the stuff?"

"Sure, what movies should we get?" The tiny one asked.

"Anything thats funny. I don't want to watch anything sad."

"How about Mean Girls or Pitch Perfect?" Emily asked.

"Okay, got it." Hanna concluded, linking arms with Aria so they could head out to their car.

They both hopped in the car when Hanna forgot something, "Shoot. I have to make a quick stop at Caleb's. I think I forgot my purse at his house."

"Okay, then lets go." Hanna started the engine to her car and quickly drove to Caleb's house.

They were there in about ten minutes. Hanna and Aria quickly walked up the steps to his house and entered. The two walked into his room to see Caleb, Ezra, Noel, Toby, and Hardy, who the girls haven't met yet.

"Hey Han, Aria." Caleb greeted as Hanna stomped over to Toby.

"Hi Caleb. I came to get my purse." She dismissed him as she swung her hand at Toby's face. Slap!

"Ouch! What the-!" Aria did the same, stalking over and whipping her hand at his red cheek. Slap!

The slap hit Toby hard as the guys froze, not knowing what to do. The slap stung a lot as he held his bright red cheek. The sound of the girls hands coming into contact of his face could have been heard a mile away.

"What was that for?" He whimpered, holding his throbbing cheek.

"That's for hurting our best friend." Hanna yelled, obviously angry as Aria was at Toby.

Toby stayed quiet, staring at the floor as Hanna grabbed her purse and exited the house, Aria on her trail.

That night the girls had a girls day and eventually slept over at Spencer's. For the guys, they hounded Toby with questions as to why Hanna and Aria would slap him, Spencer being their best friend as well. All except Hardy and Noel considering the fact that they already know.

Its been five days since Spencer got back and they have decided to reschedule going back to Atlantic to next week. Spencer has been avoiding Toby during the time, afraid to tell him. She would skip out when ever the gang decides to hang out, claiming she didn't feel well at the time.

Today they were going to Alison's place just to hang out. Spencer tried declining but Alison forced her, saying she hasn't had a fun time in a while and the gang misses her. The girls were currently in her living room, Mr and Mrs DiLaurentis were out of town while the girls waited for the guys to come.

The topic of Spencer and Toby's relationship on all of their minds, the past few days.

"You know, you're going to have to break the news to him some time." Emily reminded, "You can't keep leading him on."

"I know but a part of me doesn't want to and the other part does want to." Spencer sighed, taking a few deep breaths.

"Or you could forgive him and be happy again?" Alison suggested. Spencer looked at her, "He was my best friend before and he's my best friend now. He misses you, a lot."

"Yeah, you could do what Ali said and listen to that part of you that doesn't want to break the news." Hanna hummed.

"Nope I'm going tell him tonight, hopefully."

"But he was sorry and what he did meant nothing to him and he was drunk and he had no idea what he was doing!" Aria defended Toby, startling the other four girls.

"How do you go from slapping Toby to defending him?" Spencer asked, calmly.

"Because we've been seeing him a lot and he really does miss you and you know you're happier with him and you know it was a mistake." Emily spoke up.

Before Spencer had a chance to argue, the boys walked in. She swore she saw Toby's face light up when he seen her. It made her feel a lot more nervous and guilty knowing she had to do what she had to do.

He walked over to her as the others conversed amongst themselves, "Hey." He greeted politely, sitting down next to her.

"Hi." She had a faint smile on her face. The rest of the gang didn't notice the two in the corner as they talked to one another.

"You're here." He had a smile on his face as he stated the obvious.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"How are you?"

"I'm doing fine, what about you?" He didn't answer as everyone suddenly became quiet.

Emily gave Spencer a look, "So how was your guys weekend?" Emily asked everyone, so Spencer can talk to Toby.

Spencer grabbed Toby's hand and lead him outside as the conversations started up again. She closed the door behind her and turned to Toby, who slammed his lips upon hers.

Her hands immediately went to cup his cheeks. His hands gradually moving down, to hold her lower back in place, pushing her closer to him so there was no space in between. Spencer tried pulling away before things got intense but Toby only pushed her gently so her back hit the door.

"Toby-" She tried to call him in between kisses. "Toby! Stop!" She demanded, sternly.

He separated their lips, "I'm sorry." He mumbled, letting go of her.

"Its fine." Toby stared at her lovingly as Spencer looked down at her feet for the next minute or so.

She shut her eyes closed, frowning tightly as she reopened them, "Toby," She whispered softly.

"You know I haven't told you how hot you look today."

"You know I didn't pull you out here to make small talk, right?"

"Right, but that doesn't mean I can't make small talk."

"Toby-"

"Are we over?" Spencer froze, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. She forced herself to meet his gaze, the sad look on his face hurt her but she continued.

She nodded slowly, "I'm sorry." She apologized.

"Don't be, it was my fault." He looked over her shoulder, "Do you think we could still be friends?"

She nodded again, "I'd like that but I actually wanna try to be friends."

He smiled at her, "Yeah, I'd like that too." She smiled back, but both were dying inside, "I have to go, could you tell the guys I don't think I can stay today."

"Why? What's wrong?" She immediately became concerned.

"I don't feel so good right now. I'll see you later." He sounded like he wanted to cry, but Spencer tried not to notice.

"Okay, I'll see you later." She mumbled but he already ran off. She walked inside to see everyone was quiet again. They all stared at her walk in.

"Toby went home, he doesn't feel good." She informed them, retrieving her purse, "And I don't feel well either so I'm just going to head off."

"Spence-" Alison tried protesting but she was out the door.

The eight of them looked at each other, "So movies anyone?" Alison suggested.

There were a few mumbles of 'sure' and 'okay' coming from the group of friends.

Toby walked in his home and saw his dad, Jenna, and Hardy in tears, "What's going on?" He asked, catching all of their attention.

"Toby, sit down." His father commanded, weakly. He walked over to the living room with Toby while Hardy comforted Jenna in the kitchen.

"What happened? What's wrong with Jenna?" Toby started to panic.

"Nothing, nothings wrong with Jenna but something did happen." Tom tried to stay calm, hearing the sounds of Jenna's sniffles and cries.

"What happened?"

"The hospital called while you were gone-" He began.

Toby was immediately worried, "Whose hurt?"

"The call was from your mothers doctor."

Ommmgggg! Whose at the hospital!? What happened? Pretty Little Liars is on tonight! Yaayy! I was going to update Friday but I got sidetracked, and then I was going to update Saturday, sidetracked again. And then I tried Sunday, and then today! I just started my summer classes so I will definitely be sidetracked more... Anywayyysss! What do you guys think happened? Spoobbbyyyyy! :(Anywayyysss I hope you sort of enjoyed this chapter and until next update! Does this chapter deserve reviews? Byyyyeee! -ThatStupidKidFromSchool