So I had to make this really really cute to make up for the torture that was Falling to Pieces. But yeah. This is cute as hell. Honestly, most of this story is hella adorable, but there is some serious drama coming. I just want you all to remember who is writing this :)

Okay, so I'm being nice and posting this even though it's PLL Day. Review! Don't make me regret it!

ALSO I AM SO SCARED FOR PLL TONIGHT AND I DONT KNOW WHY :X. IT'S GOING TO BE BAD, I KNOW IT.

Chapter 6

TPOV

It felt like he was flying. His chest was on fire, but in a good way. The kind that started out painful, but then fizzled out into the best kind of warmth; like the hot cocoa your mom made you on a snow day or curling up under a blanket that just came out of the dryer. It wasn't as thrilling so much as it was like coming home. He was home. He hadn't meant to tell her that he loved her, but now that it was out he couldn't imagine how he had managed to hold it in for so long.

"Toby," Spencer whispered, pulling her lips from his and sliding her face down, pressing it into his neck.

"No," he murmured, brushing a hand over her hair. He wanted to move her back, to look at her, but her warm cheeks against his neck was all he wanted. "Spence, don't try and talk yourself out of this."

"I'm not," she mumbled, pulling away slightly, keeping her head down like she always did when she was trying to hide. "But you should think about this."

He tilted her face up. Not because she could see him, but because he wanted to see her. If she was trying to spare his feelings, if she really didn't want this, he had to know. But he saw nothing but concern on her face. "I have thought about nothing but this for the past year, Spencer. I promise you that there's nothing that I want more."

"But I'm blind," she whispered.

He was confused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

She laughed bitterly. "It has everything to do with this. I think that I've loved you ever since that day on the playground, but I never let myself admit it until recently. But God, Toby you deserve so much better. You deserve someone who can drive a car, someone who can get around without help, someone who know what you look like. You deserve someone who can see, and I'm just not that person."

"Hey," he whispered, framing her face with his hands. "You see me better than anyone ever has."

He still felt gross. He put a stop to it before she could do anything too bad, before she could do what she apparently wanted to do. But he still felt gross, and three showers did nothing to take care of it.

He sat down between Spencer and Caleb and just pulled out his Algebra text book, not really wanting to talk to anyone. He didn't know what to do. Did he tell his mom? Or did he just let it go and hope that she didn't really tell his dad what she threatened to tell him.

"Did you not finish that yet?" Caleb laughed from next to him. "Man, you're in deep shit. It took me forever." He paused and pulled the papers out of his folder and passed it to him. "You owe me one."

"Thanks," he muttered, keeping his eyes on the book.

The conversation picked back up, and he didn't so much relax as just lose himself in the dull murmur of voices. He didn't know what was wrong. Nothing happened, but he still felt so wrong.

"Toby, are you okay?" Spencer put a soft hand on his wrist to get his attention.

He froze. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes. How did she always manage to see right through him? She couldn't even see him, but she still saw him better than anyone else. "Not really," he whispered, his voice breaking at the end.

"Come on," she murmured, sliding off the end of the bench and taking his hand. She started leading him, but he took over and brought them to a bench just outside the cafeteria. "What happened?"

He hesitated. Was he overreacting? She said that he was. But this was Spencer, she would listen to him even if he was being crazy. And if he was she'd tell him. "I think dad's new wife's daughter, my step sister I guess... I think she tried to kiss me."

"You think?" She asked him softly, taking his hand. "Are you okay?"

He bit down on his lip and looked at the ground. "She put a hand on my chest and leaned in whispering about how sexy my eyes looked. I don't think I've ever felt so wrong in my life." He largely ignored the second question because the answer was a resounding no.

There was a long pause, but instead of answering she shifted and wrapped her arms around him. She didn't talk, but she didn't need to. Her hug was doing more than any words ever could. He felt himself relaxing in her embrace, and for the first time since it happened he started to feel okay. Because if Spencer felt like he was worth something then maybe he was.

Not only was she always able to comfort him when he felt like nothing in the world was going right, but she also gave him the courage to get out of a scary situation before anything could get worse. If he had left it to his own head he might have trivialized it away, allowing Jenna to come back at him with a vengeance. Instead he moved on, told his mom, and had seen Jenna only a handful of times since then.

And maybe that was why he had such a strong reaction to Ian's kissing her. Because he knew first hand the kind of effect something like that could have on a person.

She just shook her head. "You deserve better."

Why was it that the best people in the world never saw how wonderful they are? "There isn't anyone better."

"Toby-"

He shook his head, cutting her off. "We all have our baggage, Spencer. Sure, I wish you could see more than anything. I would rip out my own eyes and give them to you if I could. But just because your baggage is a bit more visible doesn't make it any more insurmountable."

"I just wish I could see you," she whispered, dropping her head back down to his neck.

He smiled and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "You aren't missing much."

She laughed quietly, the sound warming him. "I really doubt that." She hesitantly ran her fingers under his shirt, along his waist. "You feel pretty attractive."

He shivered at the feel of her cold fingers against his skin, causing her to giggle. He liked that he could do that to her, he liked that he could make her happy. "So, should we give this thing a shot?"

She hesitated again. "If you're sure."

A response wasn't what she needed. He learned long ago that Spencer best responded to acts of love over words of affirmation. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her again, this time more sure of himself. His chest fluttered like it had the first time he saw her, but now he fully understood it. It wasn't the fact that he had rescued this new, mysterious damsel in distress. It was her, and it always had been her.

The door to the hotel opened up, but neither of them were quick to pull apart, his lips ghosting over hers for another minute.

"Is this real life? Am I dreaming right now? Have all our wishes and prayers been answered?"

"Hanna," Emily laughed, but he caught sight of her face over Spencer's shoulder; and her elated grin was just as happy as Hanna sounded.

"No," Hanna interrupted. "No, no one is going to burst my bubble here. I have shipped these two together since I was ten years old. We could practically cut their sexual tension with a knife."

Caleb shrugged, speaking for the first time. "Well, that's true."

"You guys are assholes," Spencer laughed, pressing her forehead to his for a long moment before pulling away and leaning back against the pillows. "Why didn't you just say something instead of watching us dance around each other for years?"

"It was funny," Hanna said simply, plopping down on the other bed. "So we got enough food to feed about six armies. Who wants Doritos?"

He just chuckled as he leaned against the pillows next to Spencer. Somehow everything was suddenly right in the world. Spencer still had family drama to deal with, but they could take care of that tomorrow. Right now she finally knew how he felt, and she returned those sentiments. That was worth everything in the world.