CHAPTER 8: Friendly Interventions

EMILY'S POV:

I sat on my bed, listening to music. I had a ton of homework to get done, and I couldn't focus at all. Spencer hadn't shown up the rest of the day, and my worries were getting the best of me.

"Need anything?" My mom peeked her head in.

"No, but thanks mom." I smiled, and she closed the door as she left. I sat, staring at my homework a while longer, before sighing dramatically and falling back onto my bed. I looked up at the ceiling, and muttered to myself; "I can't do this anymore."

I got up and tossed my textbooks to the floor. Grabbing my coat, I pulled on some boots and headed downstairs. I told my mom where I was going, and hopped in my car. I couldn't stand it anymore, I needed to go check on Spencer and make sure she was okay.

I drove as fast as I could, and got there in record time. As I got out, I noticed two cars pulling up next to me. Aria and Hanna.

"Same idea huh?" Aria chided as she hopped out of the car.

I nodded, and laughed as Hanna struggled to get out of her vehicle.

"My purse is stuck on the stupid seatbelt…" She muttered angrily. Aria laughed and helped her become untangled.

Together, the three of us walked up to Spencer's door.

"Who wants to knock?" Aria asked.

I looked at the ground. It seemed like such a simple task, but all of us were so scared of what would be on the other side, we were afraid to knock.

"Oh for Pete's sake I'll do it." Hanna sighed.

She raised her hand and rapped on the wooden frame, as we crossed our fingers, hoping for the best.

SPENCER'S POV:

I woke up to the sound of knocking at our front door. I glanced down at my watch. 4:45?! I shook my head unbelievingly. I'd slept through almost half the day!

Groaning, I slid out of bed. Since when was I in pajamas? I wondered, looking down at the clothes I had on.

I shrugged and walked downstairs. Melissa was in the bathroom, so I walked to the front door and pulled it open. When I looked away from the doorknob, I looked into the worried eyes of my best friends. Oh shit…

HANNA'S POV:

Well apparently crossing our fingers did no good. When the door opened, and Spencer was standing there, I almost had to do a double take. Spencer was wearing PJ's, and her hair was ratted and frizzy. Her eyes were glazed over, and looked dull. Her skin was pale, and she looked exhausted.

"Oh my god Spencer.." Emily gasped and immediately ran up to her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Spencer mumbled, but we could all see past her lie easily.

"No you're not, you need to go sit down." Aria demanded.

"No kidding, you look worse than you did this morning!" I felt Aria's hand slap me on the arm. I looked over and she was glaring at me. Sorry I mouthed to her.

The three of us walked into her house and made her sit on the couch. Melissa appeared out of the bathroom, and once she saw us she looked relieved. It didn't make me feel any better. What had happened today?
"Spencer, what's wrong?" Aria asked.

"Is it Toby? We know he broke up with you, is that why you're so down?" I dared say.

"I'm just tired, that's all." Spencer muttered. Her eyes were so glazed over, I wondered how she could even understand us.

"Spencer, that can't be just it. You've been tired before, but you were never this down about it." Emily replied worriedly.

"Is it Toby? Did he do something?" Aria mentioned. Spencer jolted a little at Toby's name, but said nothing.

"You can talk to us Spencer! We're here for you!" I pleaded. However, she ignored me.

"Yeah, we're here for you. We've all been through tough breakups before, we know what you're going through. Please, just tell us what's wrong so we can help you!" Emily cried.

"I'm fine, really." Spencer's voice cracked a little, and we all knew she was having a hard time trying to stay composed.

"Okay, that's fine." Aria replied.

I looked at her strangely. That's all? I thought. We were so close to getting some answers, why stop? However, Aria glared at me, and I glanced over at Spencer. Her hands were shaking, and she looked like she was about to pass out. Clearly she didn't feel well, and hoarding her with questions wasn't going to help. I sighed, and looked up at Spencer.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked.