Chapter fourteen

"How was the date with Toby?" Ezra said coming in with a sandwich in his hand as he sat on the recliner chair, and looked at the two girls expectantly. It was a few days after the Toby and Spencer's 'Date that really wasn't a date.' Spencer, was done with the tears over Toby Cavanaugh. He made it clear, that he moved on. So she should too, but it wasn't as easy as she thought.

"It wasn't a date." Spencer snapped bitterly as she kept painting her nails a pastel purple.

"Well, come on Spence." Aria urged looking at her with puppy-dog eyes. "Something obviously happened." She said softly. It's not that she didn't want to tell Aria or Ezra, Spencer seemingly just didn't want to talk about it. Period. Talking about, made it harder to stay strong.

"Toby moved on." She blurted. "End of story." She rolled her head down back at her purple pastel nails.

"How do you know that?" Aria scoffed in disbelief dropping the 'Time' magazine in hand.

"He told me." Spencer said casually, as if it was no big deal sweeping her last finger, with the nail polish brush.

"Wait," Aria blinked. Ezra sat casually eating his sandwich in the corner of her eye. She shifted her eyes at Ezra and then back at Spencer who was now filing her nails. "Ezra," She shot her eyes at him. "Did you not just hear her?"

"Oh I did." Ezra nodded with a swallowing down of his food. "Spence, did he just come out and say that?" Ezra knitted his forehead at the brunette sitting on his couch, blowing onto her freshly painted nails.

"Yeah," She said widening her eyes in annoyance trying to get the point across as fast as she could.

"But, if he said that. Then he would have to tell you how he feels right?" Aria asked eagerly looking at her with eyes full of angst and suspense.

"Right." Spencer clucked her tongue.

"So he admitted his feelings?" Ezra said taking a sip from his can of soda. "Why aren't you two together right now then?" Ezra furrowed his eyebrows dumbly. Right after he asked the dumb question, he realized the answer and widened his eyes in realization, then went back to eating his sandwich.

"I wanted to hangout with you guys." Spencer said sarcastically still keeping her eyes on her purple pastel nails.

"Right," Ezra scoffed before biting into his ham and cheese sandwich. Aria's eyes were glued on Spencer. Spencer looked up and blinked innocently.

"Did you tell him how you feel?" Aria asked eagerly.

"No." Spencer said firmly.

"Why!" Aria nearly shouted, if this was a cartoon there would have been steam coming out of her ears. "Why!" She said again. "Why! Why! Why!" She repeated putting her hand over her face as she slumped back on the couch. "Why." She said softly into her hands lastly.

"I told you!" Spencer yelled glumly. "He moved on. Whatever we had is over, he's dating some girl, and it's just over." She sighed.

"Come on you're Spencer Hastings. You don't give up." Ezra supported his mocha eyed friend.

"This is different." She huffed. "I'm done." She shook her head slowly.

"You can't just be done with feelings." Ezra laughed. "They aren't on and off switches."

"Well watch me." She challenged.

"Whatever you say," He threw his hands up and turned his head away from her and back to his half eaten sandwich.

"There's something else though." Spencer gulped hugging her knees.

"What?" Aria questioned.

"Wren kind of, basically told me, that he wants to be more than friends." Spencer mumbled awkwardly keeping her eyes low, on on the tacky tangerine rug.

Ezra's eyes widened, and then after a choking on his coke and a cough attack he managed to say "What!" Along with Aria.

"Yeah," Spencer nodded, still keeping her eyes locked on the rug.

"Spencer you can't." Aria tilted her head. "Not with Toby." She said softly.

"I'm not." She mumbled. "I just," She shrugged. "When did my life become a Romance novel."

"I should write a book." Aria's eyes widen with excitement.

"I was kidding." Spencer sighed with a laugh.

"Right," Aria nodded. "Me too." her voice trailed with nervous giggles.

"Well, I better get going." Spencer said glancing at her wrist watch. "I'm hanging out with Wren, Toby, and his mysterious girl later." Spencer said stepping up. "it's gonna be a blast." She arched her eyebrows, her voice threaded with sarcasm, and fake enthusiasm.

"You are?" Ezra lowered his eyes. "Toby better keep that girl away from you, I don't want to bailing you out of some jail." He joked.

"Don't worry." She laughed. "I'll put the claws away." She said as she strolled out of the small apartment, as she parted ways with the couple. After heading back home, Spencer got ready. She showered, she put on some new clothes, straightened her hair, and did her make up, after spraying her self with a vanilla lace body spray. She wasn't trying to look better than Hanna or anything, never. Although, vanilla lace was Toby's favorite scent of hers. Spencer, would never admit to try and alluring him to her though.

"I feel so short in this wheel chair." Wren murmured to Spencer as she sat next to him lounging on the chair next to him. Her legs were draped over the chair's arms.

"You're in a wheel chair." She scoffed.

"I know." He grumbled. "I can't wait to get out of this thing,"

"Soon right?" Spencer smiled at her friend.

"Not soon enough." He laughed as he itched the back of his head.

"You sound like me." She widened her eyes, and let out a laugh.

"You're contagious." Wren smiled sheepishly. Spencer, just smiled back slightly, and moved her eyes to her thumbs that were playing with the hem of her her floral shirt.

"Are you sure you want to come out tonight?" Spencer asked cautiously.

"Yes," He laughed. "Spencer, i'm fine."

"Just making sure." Spencer said with a tight smile. They were going to Hanna's loft. Apparently, she was making them dinner. Spencer, convinced her self that it was probably going to taste like shit. She almost wanted it too. Maybe Toby liked girl's who could cook, Spencer couldn't. Why was she still so hung up on Toby? They were never an item or anything exclusive. They had one kiss, which lasted not even two seconds.

Wren and Spencer finally arrived at the door of Hanna's loft. With Wren, in a wheel chair, it took them longer than expected to get there. "Hello!" She greeted them with a huge smile, her blue eye's twinkling. "You must be Wren and Spencer?" She said shifting her big blue eyes in between the two. She was wearing a yellow summer dress, and her blind hair was spiraled in curls. "if not, then I'm not buying anything." She laughed nervously.

"No," Spencer smiled. "You were right the first time." She plastered a smile on her face.

"Oh goodie," She said cheerfully. "Well come in, come in. Toby's told me so much about you two." She said as they followed her inside. Spencer wondered what Toby had actually told Hanna. That they kissed? That at one point they were almost more than friends? Or just that she lived with him, and she was one of his close friends.

Her loft screamed cutesy, and boutique. It was furnished quite well, and she designed it well. There leaning against the counter, was Toby Cavanaugh. Dressed in a light blue V-neck, and dark denim jeans. He was eating a carrot, and swallowed it down and then greeted Wren and Spencer.

"Dinner should be ready soon." Hanna clapped her hands after the greetings ended. " I hope you guy's like chicken,"

"Oh, I like any kind of food." Wren offered with a laugh. Spencer agreed, and watched as Hanna pulled the crispy golden chicken out her oven. Was this girl like Martha Stewart or something? Her loft was so well decorated, well Spencer could do better. But, she could also cook. It smelt good, unlike Spencer's hopes that she wouldn't cook the chicken all the way through. But, from the smells of it. It was going to be one heck of a dinner.

"You guys can sit down." She shouted, as she began to cut the chicken. They followed Hanna's instructions and made their way to her small white circular table, out of the corner of her eye, Spencer could see Hanna chopping up the chicken.

"So what do you guys think of Hanna?" Toby whispered eagerly to them.

"She's a doll." Wren began to say.

"We've been here for like ten minutes," Spencer cut him off.

"Well in those ten minutes what did you think?" He pried looking directly at Spencer.

"She's seems nice." Spencer murmured with a gulp.

"Well, by the smells of this dinner, I welcome her completely." Wren offered with his big sheepish smile. "She's a good one, mate." Wren said glancing at Spencer who's eyes were focused on something else.

"Yeah," Spencer agreed mindlessly.

"I'm glad you guys like her." Toby said with a smile. Soon, dinner was on the table, and conversation began to spur.

"This is really good," Wren commented as he chowed away on the chicken, along with the rolls, green beans, and red oven potatoes.

"Thank you." She chimed with a smile.

"Hanna's trying to start her own restaurant." Toby added. Hanna looked up with embarrassment flashing across her face.

"Yeah," She rolled her eyes playfully. "But for right now, I work as a chef at 'Jenny's Jib.'" She offered sheepishly. "I'm working on it, but maybe one day I'll be the new Martha Stewart." She joked. "Kidding, but I am saving up to start my own place."

Spencer nodded, with a smile. She felt like she was Toby's parent or something. It all just felt too calm, and as if Hanna was trying to impress them. Why? Why does it matter so much to people what their friends, and family think of one's significant other. Eventually, the dinner ended. Hanna turned out to be a little too cheerful, but nice. Spencer might actually like her, if she wouldn't be dating Toby, which was now official.

So Spencer would have to move on. Although, it's not as easy as it seems.

So this chapter was a tad slow, but expect a time jump in the next chapter (: Also so drama will go down. Thank you for the reviews. You guys are amazing. Since, this chapter is kind of slow. I decided to upload it today.

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