Thank's for the reviews! You guys inspire me to write more and more! Please keep reviewing! Sorry for the another time jump. Maybe ill make a flashback of her graduation one of these days of that! And by the way Emily and Spencer are just mutual friends of Toby. The other girls will feature in this story too, thanks so much for the reviews! I still have to write the next chapter, i know where im going with it and all but with your reviews it will be up faster (: ? Hint hint.

Chapter Four

A couple months later in the early days of March, with the melted scattered snow piles all over town, and the slush in the parking lot, everything seemed to be going well. Well, actually that depended on the eye of the beholder. Wren and Toby's agreement was solid, but sometimes things can break. It's like when you were a little kid, and you kept a candy bar in your pocket way too long. The chocolate bar would melt resulting in mess, which meant you weren't exactly going to be enjoying the delicious little sweet snack anytime soon. Instead you would be trying to hide the evidence from your mother, and leaving no trace of the melted chocolate bar, by washing it away. Almost as if the chocolate bar didn't exist, you throw away the chocolate bar, and wash your pocket out. But, sometimes it leaves a stain, and that stain would stay, whether you liked it or not.

Spencer strolled her way up to her shared apartment, mail in hand as she flipped through them nonchalantly noticing absolutely nothing for her. Only some spam, and a envelope dressed to a certain Toby Cavanaugh, curiously, Spencer looked directly at the return address. Who ever was sending this piece of mail was from Gettysburg, PA.

Pushing the door open the first thing out of the raspy voiced girl's mouth was "Toby!"

"What?" His voice was faint, as if it was behind a closed door. And with a creaking of a door opening, and foot steps from the nearby hallway, Toby was now foot steps away from her, in plaid pajama paints, and a worn out T-shirt that stated ' Philadelphia swimming'. He had even messier hair then usually, as if he just woke up. "Hey," He smiled sheepishly.

"Hi," She replied with a grin back, and then shifted her eyes at the mail. "You have mail." She said approaching him, as she plopped the other pieces of mail on a small black table, that was already crowded with things. She led out her arm towards him, as he took it from her with furrowed eyes. It wasn't everyday he got envelopes with such a fancy 'decor'.

Spencer, feeling as if she was staring him down and didn't want to seem too nosy, decided to slump on the couch, as if she didn't really care. She could hear the ripping of the paper in the silent room behind her as she peered over her shoulder. He look bewildered as if someone had just told him that Aberham Lincoln was still alive.

"what is it?" She asked meekly.

"My step-sister's getting married." He said monotonically still staring at the invitation.

"Oh," Spencer said simply. "Why do you look so-"

"I saw my dad two months ago," He said briskly. "They didn't mention anything about her getting married." he said as he set the invitation on the same table Spencer placed the rest of the mail. Spencer gulped, all she knew is that his step-sister, and step mother, was one of the main reasons he didn't visit his family much.

"Are you gonna go?" She asked turning on the couch, gripping the fabric gently. Toby groaned, as he walked over to the couch and plumped down onto the couch cushion.

"If I don't, I'll never hear the end of it." He muttered finally.

"When is it?"

"May." he said simply.

"Well," Spencer said with a gulp as she plucked a thread on the couch mindlessly, her eyes focused on Toby. "I could go with you," She offered. "Moral support." She added with a soft smile. He turned his head at her stunned, with knitted eyebrows. "I'll be done with School by then, and I don't start actually working at the hospital till July anyways. I'll have nothing better to do." She said with a scoff. "You can just say i'm your date." She added her voice trailing unsteadily.

After a pregnant pause of anticipation, Toby unclasped his fists and his eyes softened. "You would seriously want to go with me?"

"I mean I'll be honest," She said clearing her throat "It's not the first thing on my bucket's list, but I'm sure I can squeeze it in," She said slowly. "If it's for you." She added solemnly. He returned with a toothless grin, and bore into her eyes. He quickly shacked out the seemed-to-be moment, and cleared his throat nervously.

"Thanks," he said sheepishly darting his eyes away from her, which she mimicked instantly after.

"What are friends for?" She smacked her lips as she clapped her hands together.

So let's fast forward to that fine May day, where the two best of friends would be on their way to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania for a wedding neither of the two really cared to be at.

"So you'll be gone for a weekend?" Wren asked for about the seventh time that evening as he watched the tall slender girl whip her head aimlessly around the room, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything for, the over packed, weekend trip.

"Yeah," She said taking the large, over packed, bag off her bed. She slung it around her shoulder, and walked out of her bedroom followed by Wren.

"Well have fun." he mused following her down the tight hallway, at the end of the hallway, in the living room Toby was waiting, pressing down the keys on his phone quickly.

"Are you ready?" He asked Spencer as he slipped the phone in his back pocket.

"Yup." She smacked her lips turning around to Wren, plastering a smile on her face, "I'll see you Sunday." She said her voice solid.

"Have a good trip." He replied his thumbs tucked into his jean pockets. With a final good bye, and joke about Wren setting the apartment on fire, due to his lack of cooking skills, they were out the door. Well, Spencer was, before Toby stepped out of the door Wren grabbed his arm, a serious expression on his face, and his dark eyes steady.

"Remember just friends." he warned.

"I know." Toby said with a huff as he shrugged Wren away, "See you Monday." He parted and was out the door, along with Spencer. With a slam of the door Wren let out a sigh, and went to make himself a cup of coffee.

About three hours later of driving, and one more hour of stopping at an Applebee's, the couple of friends, found the small hotel they reserved a room at. It wasn't too fancy, but it wasn't a dump either. The room they got had a two twin beds with a bathroom, and a small TV. It had floral designed walls, and the bed's comforter was dark burgundy with pearl white sheets. The room smelled of sweet vanilla, and a slight distant scent of cleaning supplies. Spencer dropped her bag on the ground next to the bed closest to the window, and then plummeted down on her back to the comfy bed.

"What time is the wedding tomorrow again?" She asked her voice meek, and almost in a whine as if she was her seven year old self again, fighting with her sister; Melissa to give back her stuffed animal duck.

"Five." he answered simply as he too laid on the bed.

"Good." She said with a scoff. "I need to sleep in." She could here Toby chuckle at her, and she ended up smiling her self.

"I thought, coffee crazed addicts, like you didn't sleep?" He smirked as he propped an elbow up, laying on his side looking at the brown haired beauty spread over the bed inches away from his. "I thought you just stayed up all night hydrated on caffeine."

"First of all," She grinned. "I don't even drink that much coffee." She said matter-of-factly, which led Toby to belt out a laugh, because she drank more coffee then any one he's ever met. "Second, coffee isn't some magical thing, I still need my beauty sleep." Toby had to bite his lip, in his eyes she could go forever without sleep, and still be the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on. That wasn't something a friend would say.

"If your so exhausted, how is that you stayed awake the whole time in the car?" He asked.

"I don't know," She said after a pregnant pause, her voice muffed, as if she was speaking through a pillow. She sat up, and got off the bed. "Well, I think I'm gonna get ready for some shut eye." She said fixing her shirt, as she picked up her bag and headed towards the bathroom. After hearing the door shut, Toby hit his head back on the pillow. Why must things be so complicated?

As the night came and went, the next day arose quickly. That morning, the pair of friends, went to go get some complimentary breakfast from the hotel. They had pancakes, and fruit. It wasn't the best pancakes, but it was complimentary and there was no need for an argument. After breakfast, Spencer wandered off into the small town to find a salon to get her nails done, showing Toby how necessary it was because her manicure was chipping away. Toby never understand, why nails were so important to the female species, and he probably never would.

But, now it was nearly four thirty, and the two were rushing to get ready, which was kind of hard considering there was one bathroom. Toby showered first with a comment that pissed Spencer off entirely of 'It will take you forever, and I know that I'll end up freezing.' But, Spencer agreed with a rolling of the eyes, and let Toby shower first as she waited on her bed flipping aimlessly through the ten channels the hotel actually had. After both showered, Toby offered Spencer the bathroom, since she had to do her hair, and make up and so on.

Now, it being four thirty, and the ride to the chapel where Jenna; Toby's step sister was getting married, was twenty minutes away. Toby was waiting impatiently on the edge of the neatly made bed, in his grey suit with a black button up shirt underneath, and a baby blue tie that brought out his glorious, memorizing eyes and his messy hair gelled, and neat.

"Spencer," He said for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

"Calm down," She yelled back.

"We have to be there-"

"And we will." She yelled back her voice full of confidence, and certainty. She found it hilarious, how Toby actually thought they were going to be late, as if she was ever late to anything in her life.

"Well," He mumbled. "You're dead if we aren't." He threatened playfully, but keeping his voice serious. With a crack of the door, Spencer stepped out. She wore a light purple pastel summer dress, that hugged her petite figure perfectly and dropped down to right above her knees. The dress had s sweet heart neck line, and at the hems was white lace. There was a white lacy material bow that tied around her waist, and she looked divine. Her hair was in in loose curls, with her bangs in a french twist. And her make up lit her face perfectly.

"Is that a threat?" She said with a smirk, showing off her dimples that Toby adored. Completely in a daze over her beauty, he completely chimed out of what she just said, and stood up still fixated on her. It wasn't the first time he's seen her all dolled up, at her graduation she was too. She even wore some summer dresses before, but none of them complimented her like this one. It was almost as if this dress was made for her. As if, none of the other dresses would do her justice. But, even if it was made for her, she would grow out of it. Eventually, that is.

"You look..." He fumbled on his words like a baboon. "Great." He cleared his throat, as it slightly cracked. He felt like someone had turned the heat up to one hundred degrees, or if he just entered a heat wave.

"Thanks," The corners of her mouth flew up instantly, as she took a step closer to the boy in front of her. "You clean up well too," She said poking a finger into his hard muscular chest. "In your suit, and tie." Her voice trailed with a higher pitch as she playfully flapped his tie around. Her eyes moved from his chest, to his eyes which were starring back at her, unable to take them away.

"Right," He cleared his throat yet again, as he walked past her towards the door. "We better get going." He said sternly, not even looking at her.

"Yeah," She smacked her glossed lips with a mumble after a pregnant pause.

So they headed for the chapel, and as Spencer predicted they were right on time with minutes to spare. To Toby's surprise, it was packed. Maybe it was just because of how small the chapel was, but it looked to be at least two hundred guests. When did Jenna get so popular? Anyways, the wedding went well. Apparently, the guy she was marrying was named Franklin, he had brown almost orange hair, and a pointed chin and not that much taller then Jenna. His eyes were a bluish grey, and he wore a traditional black suit, with a bow tie.

After the wedding, was the reception. Toby dreaded going to that even more, but he wasn't planning to stay for long. Little did he know a blast from his past would come rushing in.

Who do you think the blast from his past will be? (: Any guesses? I'll give a shout out to whoever get's it right, if any one get's it right that is. Well until next time folks!