Author's Note: I'm just going to upload this before I go away. I want to thank everyone for this amazing experience here. Thank you so, so much.

LynnLayne18: I loved doing parallels to the song. I thought it was cool, and I've had some of the ideas ever since I sat down to write the story. What I do is basically write the prologue of a story, when I get an idea, and usually the first chapter. Like, I just started working on a Haleb/Spoby fanfiction (dominantly Haleb, and it's the first one I've ever really done for them) and the first song that popped into my head: How To Be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds (I love her, btw), so before my outline, I write the lyrics, italicized, and when I get to an allusion, I boldface the lyric. At the end of Begin Again, I think I had all of the lyrics except for "You said you never met one girl who/Had as many James Taylor records as you/But I do". I think the rest were all alluded to, and if you read closely and keep track, I think I got them all. And I do think I'm a good writer, but if you think too highly of your work, it's almost like you're not driven to do better. I also just can't believe how many people read this story, since there are a lot of great fanfictions that aren't as popular, so it's like I'm the Lucky One.

megankillmk: Sorry I had to leave the dot out of your name, but the stupid spam filter keeps omitting your username whenever I try to use it. Thanks for the feedback!

Sunset13: Toby is such a hopeless romantic in pretty much every fanfiction I've read because it's just so...Toby. And Spencer is cute without trying. I love Spencer. She's my favorite liar. I love her, caffeine addiction and all.

dreamcatch3r: This might be kind of weird in a really twisted, sick way, but I feel like Toby's mother would be the kind of mom to watch Alfred Hitchcock thrillers. I don't know...maybe it's because of all the Hitchcock allusions on the show. Psycho sounded like an awesome creepy movie that I kind of want to watch now. And I did read your story, and I like how it ended not so much as her parents having a problem with Toby (as they almost always seem to do), but Spencer's problem with Melissa. I thought it was clever in a weird way, and I would've reviewed, but I used up all my data on my phone and didn't have the time :)

spoby equals awesomeness: I tried to keep it as realistic as possible, but it was hard not trying to write really cheesy and really unrealistic lines for the two of them. They're just too cute and...gah, my feels. I want cute Spoby on the show now! I just want them to be cutesy and happy FOR ONCE. Like, it never freaking happens. Ugh.

Guest: I tried not to kill myself with the fluff in the epilogue :)

Spobyforever259: Most people can't seem to believe I'm fourteen, and I think my other story might've been more angsty and twisty and thought out and I was just barely fourteen (my birthday is March 25th and I started that story on April 12th, I think). And I like responding to reviewers. I like you all to feel like I'm really listening, because I read reviews over like a thousand times. It's something I've done since my first story, and I like it.

Addictedtospoby: I kind of like Spoby on the show right now in a weird, demented way. I like that Spencer's helping him out, but unfortunately, it's putting a bad strain on their relationship (I hate that), and Spencer's friends just need to MIND THEIR OWN EFFING BUSINESS. Like really, I think someone said that they're talking about how she's being all secretive with Toby, keeping stuff from them, and that's just freaking hypocritical. I mean, Hanna's done it with Caleb, Aria's done it A TON with Ezra (and I think she was the one who said it...add it to the list of reasons I think Aria's a bum and I hate her sometimes), and I think Em did it a bit with Maya in the beginning. Besides, why do they need to know everything that goes on with Spencer? They need to butt out now or I'm just going to have to post a stupid rant on Tumblr, my blog, I don't care, but I'm going to go mad (even though I already am, :D ). And I think you should totally post that story, and if you decide you want to, just tell me when it's up, and I will check it out.

Spoby101: Unfortunately, Toby Cavanaughs do not grow on trees, and unless your name is Spencer Hastings, you cannot have him. Sigh...that lucky girl.

mickeymack16: I guess I'm mature. More so than the kids in my class. Sometimes I just see them and I'm just like "Wtf?" Smh... But anyway, I hope you like this epilogue. It's long. It's almost like another chapter.

Onedirection2013: You're killing me here. I really hope that you like the epilogue. I hope I did their cuteness justice.

Guest (EmilyAnne): I haven't read her stuff in a while, but I like her one-shots. Some writers are good at writing chapter stories, others are good at writing one-shots. I think she's better at writing one-shots (though she's not bad at writing chapter stories, but they're really long). I'm probably the first one. I tried writing a one-shot and the people who reviewed it suggested I make it multi-chapter, so I did.

Guest: Thank you so much!

Guest: Aw, thank you! You have a nice day, too!

Guest: Thank you. I'm so glad you enjoyed it and that means a lot to me.

beautifuldreamerr: I feel like I kind of did a parallel to Jason asking Aria if he could kiss her on their first date. And even Spencer can't resist fate :) And I think I'll defy time if you guys really want a sequel :)

Troian-Bells: Well, after this chapter, then it's over (but I will write a Author's Note afterwards to make my decision final on whether or not I want to write a sequel. I'd like to, but if that doesn't seem like something you guys would want, I won't pursue it).

elenabee: I think in a way, this Spoby is different from the one on the show simply because of how they came to be and how they were close before even becoming an official couple. And I'm still thinking about that sequel, so you should stay tuned :)


Epilogue

Seven months later…

"You look really beautiful, Emily," Spencer commented as she watched Emily fix her hair for the thousandth time in the mirror.

Emily sighed. "I know how you feel about Tiffany, but you would be so wrong if you had seen her this past week before her wedding. She just went completely bridezilla," Emily insisted as she fixed the part once more. Spencer slapped her hand. "Ow! What was that for?" she demanded.

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will cut your hand off. You're ruining it," Spencer scolded, fixing the locks she had spent so much time perfecting already. "And I seriously doubt that Tiffany could ever be that bad. She's the best and she's so sweet."

"To you. I've had the pleasure of being around her a lot this entire week, and it's been hell and back," Emily responded.

Spencer laughed. She stepped back to look at Emily. "You look beautiful," she repeated. "You really do."

Emily smiled at her. "Toby is one lucky guy. You look hot, Spencer," she insisted.

Spencer blushed just thinking about it. She looked down at her dress. It had a short, flared skirt which reached about an inch above her knee. It was a sleeveless halter dress which was a deep, rich carmine color.

Emily glanced at the clock on the wall. "Come on, Spence. We're going to be late and Tiffany is going to have my head on a guillotine."

Spencer looked at the clock and saw that they still had about an hour to get to the church which was thirty minutes away in Philadelphia. "We still have time."

Emily looked at Spencer in amusement. "You, Spencer Hastings, claiming we don't have to leave yet? From what Hanna told me, thirty minutes early is late in your book. Is this the work of my best friend?" she asked, referring to Toby.

"Maybe," Spencer said. Her cheeks were about to match the same red as her dress. "Look, I'd appreciate it very much if you would stop scrutinizing my relationship."

Emily smirked. "I think it's cute, Spencer. You're still, oddly, in that honeymoon phase. Even though it's been seven months since you guys made it official," she commented. "I guess Toby will just have to wait to see you when we get to the church because I'm stealing you for now," she said.

Spencer nodded. "Are you and Toby walking down the aisle together? Should I be jealous?" she teased.

"Like the first time you saw us together?"

Now that Spencer knew Emily was a lesbian, she felt silly every time she looked back on that memory; the memory she had of first meeting Emily and Toby. "I'm sorry. I didn't know!"

"I just want to let you know that dating Toby would be like dating my brother. He practically is my brother. I'd never date him. But I don't think that Toby is looking to date anyone else now," Emily teased.

"Hey, stop it. I don't want to hear more about any of your crazy theories. The entire group has been driving the both of us crazy about everything," Spencer said, being certain to use a very general term as not to give Emily any ideas.

Emily smiled. "You mean about you and Toby getting engaged?"

Spencer frowned. "Yeah. That," she grumbled. "Why are you so dead set on me and Toby getting married? Wasn't this discouragement enough? If someone as cool as Tiffany can get all bent out of shape over her wedding, imagine what I would be like," she added.

"I'm thinking about the long-term. You know: cute Spencer and Toby babies and a quaint little house for the two of you and your kids. And you'll probably have a lot of kids," Emily said.

"You sound just like Hanna and I never pegged you for being dirty minded, Emily," Spencer answered.

Emily paused. "I wasn't insinuating anything." She turned to Spencer. "Are you?"

Spencer froze and was certain her cheeks matched the color of her dress.

"You dirty girl. But now that you mention it, I'm sure he's great in the sack. Is he?" she inquired absentmindedly.

Spencer closed her lips tightly. "I wouldn't know. We haven't…done it," she disclosed reluctantly.

Emily's mouth hung open slightly. "Are you planning on getting lucky tonight?" she asked with piqued curiosity.

Spencer smiled. "We'll see. Maybe," she answered with a seemingly innocent smile.


Tiffany paced back and forth nervously in her bridal suite. She had sent everyone out of her room. Everyone except for a certain blue-eyed boy.

She walked back and forth across the room, using every ounce of self-restraint to keep from biting her nails down to the quick. "I don't know anymore. Toby, what if this is wrong?" she said, feeling herself on the verge of tears. At least if she cried, her mascara was waterproof.

Toby was sitting on her bed, watching her go around the room tirelessly. "Tiffany, Shane asked you to marry him, yes or no?" Toby asked finally.

"What are you getting at? Now is not the time for a game of 20 Questions," Tiffany answered with a scowl.

"This has a point. I promise. Just answer the question."

"Yes."

"And you said yes, right?"

Tiffany sighed. "Yes," she answered.

"And you love him?"

"With everything I have and more," she replied without a moment's hesitation.

"You're making the right decision," Toby answered definitely.

Tiffany sighed and sat down next to Toby. She placed her head on his shoulder. Toby held her hand. "You know that you're my best friend, right? And that I'm glad you're the one walking me down the aisle," Tiffany informed him.

Toby nodded. "And Shane should be glad that I like him or there's no way I'd be letting you get married today," he jested.

Tiffany rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Thanks, Dad. I'm glad he has your approval."

Toby didn't want to tiptoe around the subject. "Does your father know you're getting married?"

She looked down at her hand and shook her head. "I haven't spoken to him in months. And our last conversation wasn't a pretty one," she confessed. "I don't want to think about my father on my wedding day, though. He didn't like Shane when he met him, and I don't want him around for our life together," she added.

Toby nodded.

Tiffany sighed as she got up. She took the bouquet which was sitting on the vanity. It consisted of fifteen champagne-colored roses. "I think I'm ready."


Spencer sat at the front of the church. Tiffany had asked for her to be right there weeks prior. Spencer thought it was a kind gesture.

She stood as people began to walk down the aisle. First came down Shane, the groom. Spencer had only met him once or twice, but he was a great person and she liked him a lot. Next came down two sets of bridesmaids and groomsmen. Then, Emily came down by herself. Lastly, Toby walked down with Tiffany. Tiffany was beaming as she walked to her soon-to-be-husband. What Spencer realized was that Toby was staring at her the entire time. Spencer realized with some kind of embarrassment that she had only briefly glanced at Tiffany since she and Toby walked in the room. She was locking eyes with him for most of the ceremony and only looked up when the rings were being exchanged and when Tiffany and Shane kissed for the first time as a married couple.

Toby and Spencer lingered in the church as most of the guests went outside to follow them. There were still a couple standing there, as if they were waiting for something else to happen, though it didn't.

"We should probably go," Toby whispered quietly as he came very close to Spencer. She took his hand and nodded.

"It was a beautiful ceremony," Spencer commented absentmindedly as they got outside just in time to see the two off.

Toby nodded in agreement. They both smiled at Tiffany and Shane, both with smiles spread wide across their faces.


Spencer leaned her head against her arm, which was resting on the back of her seat as she watched the couple dance along with a few others. She sighed. She felt like a young, naïve girl, watching beautiful, older, wiser women dance in their high heels and fancy dresses. She remembered wanting to be like them when she was younger.

"Do you want to dance, Spencer?"

Spencer turned her head in surprise to look at Toby. "I thought you said that you didn't dance. You never liked it. You didn't even dance at your high school prom," Spencer recalled, as if she were there with him.

Toby shrugged. "I know you like it. And for you, I'll do it."

The corners of her mouth formed into a smile, and she took his outstretched hand.

"I'm warning you that I haven't danced like this in a while and I'm probably terrible," Spencer warned him as he led her to the floor.

He pushed back a loose strand of hair. "I don't think there's anything that you're bad at. And trust me, I'm the bad one," he said before kissing her slightly on the lips.

Before Toby, she hated when people used PDA. But now that she had him…well, could you really blame her? They were one of those couples who were fond of PDA, and people often found it disgusting in a cute way.

Before Toby, she wasn't a lot of things. He changed her for the better.

Spencer leaned her head against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, which reminded her of how much shorter she was. When she was with Andrew, she was about the same height as him in heels (one thing which completely angered him). She was pretty tall at 5'7". But Toby was much taller at 6'1", a height she still wasn't in her highest heels.

"I hate that you're taller than me," she said with a slight pout. Though most people would've been angered at her temperament, Toby found it cute.

"Can I tell you a secret, Spencer? It's actually better that you're so much shorter than me," Toby told her.

Spencer looked up at him, not amused. "Really? I'd like to know how."

"When you and I hug, you can hear the heart which only beats for you," Toby told her before kissing her on the forehead.

Spencer smiled. "You're so cheesy and I love you for it," she said before she kissed him sweetly on the lips.


Emily stirred her cocktail as the reception began to die down. She saw in her peripheral vision Spencer sit down beside her. Spencer looked extremely pink when she sat back down next to Emily.

"Hey, Emily. Are you going? Toby and I are staying here tonight," Spencer informed her.

Emily nodded. "Great. I'll just go home," she said, downing the last of her alcohol.

"We can bring you back if you really don't want to go alone," Spencer insisted.

Emily shook her head. "You guys need this. You deserve it. And don't even act like I don't know what this night is about," she said harshly. Spencer blushed. "Anyway, I'm really happy for you and Toby and Tiffany and Shane."

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Spencer inquired, reading into Emily's innermost thoughts.

Emily sighed. "I'm just a little…lonely. But I'll get through it. I know what love feels like, and hopefully I'll find it again, someday."

Spencer nodded. "You just need to find somewhere to begin again. I know I did. When you find the one person who could make you change your views on everything you thought you knew, it's true love."

Emily thought of that, the words lingering in her mind.

Spencer smiled. "I know that I found my one true love. It's always been him," she said, looking over at Toby, who was speaking to Shane. "Sometimes, you find love where you least expect it. Love doesn't happen expectedly. It's spontaneous, erratic, and the best kind happens without you even realizing it. You only know when you can't fall asleep. Dr. Seuss was right. You can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams," she added. She looked down at her feet, blushing. "I've learned not to dislike the insomnia every night."

Emily nodded with a smile. She would wait to find love like that. But in the meantime, she would watch. She enjoyed every minute of it.


Alright, I know that you guys have been hinting about a sequel, but I want a final tally. Since I'm so fond of hashtags, if you're all for a sequel to this story, please write #SequelKayson in your review. If you just want it to be this one story write #OneStory. Even if you've never reviewed before, please do it, so I can know what my readers think! I'll probably make my decision final after I come back from my cruise on Thursday. Thank you all so much for this experience, and I really do appreciate every single review I have gotten on this story. You guys really made my summer better. -Kayson