Okay, is it lame for her to have bought a bunch of Christmas tree decorations with Toby before this? Probably. But it made it even more special; it made it something only for them both. They had bought just random decorations, different shapes and sizes. Spencer had bought mainly the multi colored bulbs that hung on the tree, along with some crystal stars. Toby bought mainly different lights to go on the tree. He was plugging the lights in, and when he plugged them in, the lights glowed of blue, green, and red, yellow, and orange. He began to wrap the tree with these lights, each bulb bringing out each branch. Spencer had a huge box of decorations next to her, and Toby finished wrapping the lights around the tree. It was really starting to feel like Christmas.

"Okay, now let's get these ornaments onto this tree." Toby called over to her, and then he came out from behind the tree, and Spencer handed him a blue ornament. He placed the ornament gently on to the first branch, gently sliding the hook onto the branch. Spencer smiled, and she grabbed a crystal star out of the box of ornaments, and she walked next to Toby, placing the star slightly above his, to the right.

After that, they easily decorated the whole tree; it began to look heavier and heavier with the tradition. Soon, the tree was covered with lights and ornaments, and it looked complete. "Wait."
Toby said, and he ran back over behind the tree, in his tool bag. "What?" Spencer asked. "Here," Toby replied, handing her something wooden.

She saw it was a hand crafted angel, and the angel seemed to have her characteristics. The same shaped face, same wavy hair, and he even added an indent where her freckle on her cheek was.

"Toby, why am I the angel?" Spencer asked, smiling.

"Cause, you're my angel." Toby blushed. "Ha, I know it's weird, we don't have to use it"—

But Spencer walked over to the tree, and reached up. "Help me get this on the tree." Spencer pouted, and turned around to see him. "Come on." She called over. Toby smiled, and he walked behind her, his hands sliding onto her hips, and he easily lifted her up with one swift movement. Once she was hoisted up, she gently pushed the hollow angel onto the tree, and pushed it to be straight. "Okay, done." Spencer said. Toby lowered her back down, and once Spencer was down, she kissed his cheek. "It's beautiful Toby. Thank you."

Toby smiled at her. "Anytime."
They both stared at the tree, it showed their hard work. "It looks amazing." Toby breathed out, pressing Spencer against his side. When Spencer heard her phone ring in her coat pocket from the couch, she was kind of annoyed that her phone interrupted this moment. "Hold that thought." Spencer joked, rushing over to her phone, squeezing his hand. She slipped her hand in the coat pocket, her phone ringing. She looked at the caller ID, and it was Aria.

She picked up the call: "Hey Aria."

"Hey, Spencer, where are you? We've all been trying to contact you!" Aria's small voice called on the other side, she could hear Emily in the background. Spencer leaned against the couch.

"What's going on?" She asked. Aria sighed. "It's sort of important, Spencer. Can you, like, come over here?" Spencer sighed. "Right now?"

She looked over to Toby, who had a worried face. He mouthed, "What's wrong?"

Spencer shook her head gently. Toby walked over to her. He hugged her side, already trying to comfort her. "Aria, please, just tell me what's going on." Spencer complained.

She didn't want to learn any new news later. Aria seemed to be whispering something to Emily. "Yes, tell her!" She heard Emily call. Aria seemed to be shushing her. "Aria!" Spencer commanded. She heard Aria sigh. "It's sort of about… This Ice Ball thing… and I sort of don't know how to ask Ezra…" Aria literally then sounded so relieved. Spencer laughed gently.

Toby had already asked Spencer to the Ice Ball. She remembered his arrangement of flowers for her when she stopped by his loft. She could even still smell his cologne her worse that one day. The whole loft lit with faint candle lights… It all felt so real. She could even picture it right now if she really thought about it…

"Toby? What is all of this?"

Spencer set her coffee down on a table nearby and she stood there at the doorway. Toby was dressed in a black button up shirt, and he had a guitar around his neck. Spencer felt butterflies in her stomach. Candles were on all surfaces, a few on the coffee table, a few on the tables and countertops. He had a big arrangement of flowers on the dining table for her, and he had a red rose in his hand. "Just wanted to ask you something." He replied, and he walked closer to Spencer, and he gently gave her the flower, and Spencer took it calmly into her hand.

"Ask me what?" Spencer stood there.

"Hold on, here, sit down." Toby lightly touched her back, and she went to sit down on the couch.

Toby sat next to her, and he began playing a few chords on his guitar. It was a sweet sound. Spencer felt tears well up in her eyes, as he began to lightly sing some of the notes.

"I've waited a hundred years,

I'd wait a million more for you.

Nothing prepared me for,

What the privilege of being yours would do."

Spencer was crying already, a smile growing on her face. She felt her heart skip a few beats, he was just staring at her, singing each word with such tenderness, such passion, and she was left speechless.

He continued to sing…

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch

If I had only seen how you smile when you blush

Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough

I want to know what I've been living for…

What I've been living for."

Spencer pressed her hand against her chest, showing appreciation. He let out a few more phrases.

"You're love is my turning page,

Where only the sweetest words remain.

Every kiss is a cursive line,

Every touch is a redefining phrase

I've surrendered who I've been

For who you are.

For nothing makes me stronger than

You're fragile heart.

If I had only felt how it feels to be yours

Well I would have know what I've been living for

What I've been living for.

Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well
With a whisper we will tame the vicious seas
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees."

Spencer had tears flying, she brushed them away with her thumb. "Toby, oh my God, that was so beautiful." Spencer saw him smile. "My question is… will you go to the Ice Ball with me?"

He took his guitar off, and put it by the couch, looking at her with deep eyes.

Spencer was surprised. All of this for an Ice Ball? Spencer felt like he had done way too much, she would've said yes easily.

"Yes! Yes, Toby." She threw her arms around him, hugging him. "God, I love you so much." Spencer whispered. "I love you." Toby said, and kissed her forehead. His melody still ran through her head.

So now, Spencer had to talk to Aria about how she was going to do.

"Is that seriously what you're freaking out about?" Spencer asked.

Aria gulped on the other line. "Well, Spencer you and Toby are like already married, and if there's one person I know how to ask someone else out properly, it's you. You're sort of like a love therapist." Aria replied. Toby smirked. "Is that so Aria?" He called over Spencer's shoulder, into the phone. Spencer shushed him, pressing her palm against his lips.

Aria was laughing. "Of course you're with Toby!"

Spencer sighed, and gave Toby a warning look. "Yeah…" Spencer replied. She could imagine Aria smiling on the other line. "I think this is more of 'my' territory Spence." Toby told her, looking down on her. "What?" Spencer asked, smirking. Toby? Giving relationship tips? Haha, that made her laugh. Toby reached for the phone. She was fine with seeing how this went. She handed him the phone. Toby cleared his throat. "Hello?" He said into the phone.

It got silent, and she could tell Aria was talking. "An ice ball? Hmmm, I'm surprised Spencer didn't tell me about this." Toby looked over to her, winking. Spencer turned away, being stubborn. "Well, if you want to really impress him, wear some pretty necklace… and nothing else."

Spencer gasped. "Toby! Watch it!" She hissed, picking up a red pillow from the couch, and throwing it at him. It hit him in the shoulder. "Hey! I'm being honest!"

Spencer took the phone from him, pressing the phone back to her ear. "Sorry about that, he's totally kidding." Spencer said. Toby interrupted. "No I'm not; it's worked on me before with you." He laughed. Spencer groaned. Nice one, Toby.

Aria was laughing. "Haha, Spencer Hastings, I think I'd like more details."

Spencer frowned, and replied back with, "Good pep talk." And she hung up abruptly. She placed her phone on the coffee table, Toby sitting next to her on the couch. Spencer gave him a look.

"What?" He asked.

"You… I can't even handle you sometimes." Spencer said, turning away from him, crossing her arms. Toby seemed to relax, but he got serious. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just really happy."

Spencer believed him with that. She turned back to face him, feeling bad. "I'm sorry. I know you're happy." Spencer kissed his cheek, and she saw Toby's eyes brighten. She saw her phone still on, and it read that it was 9:08 PM. Spencer realized tomorrow was Saturday, and Christmas Eve. She already had Toby's real gift, but she was nervous as well. She shook away the thought, knowing that thinking about it would just make her more nervous. Toby moved closer to her, and Spencer cuddled into his chest. She breathed in his leather scent, and closed her eyes. Toby wrapped his strong arms around her, and the room smelled of pine and cinnamon. She felt safe in his arms, and she snuggled her hands together, on his chest. He was like her own teddy bear/protector. It was pretty great to have both. And a loving boyfriend.

Spencer stayed that way for a few minutes. It felt nice. She was sure she could just fall asleep there in his arms. But, she also didn't want to sleep due to her losing the feeling of his arms around her. And that she didn't want. She wanted nothing more than this. She would just stay here forever if she truly could. His fingers traced her shoulder, slowly stroking her muscles in her arm, leaving goose bumps on her skin. She felt butterflies dance in her stomach. No matter how much time she spent with him, she always had those butterflies follow her everywhere when she was with Toby. She couldn't help it, she loved him so much, and those feelings never got old. She never knew something like this was possible. A love like this.

Maybe it was when she saw his face when he opened the door for her at his house that one bright day she tutored him.

Or maybe it was when she played scrabble with him and he made her feel so much better when she felt lost.

Or maybe it was when he kissed her, slowly, passionately, and she'd never felt more alive.

Maybe even, it was when he confessed that he loved her after he had worked hard all day on Jason's yard.

Maybe it was when she and he first made love, and that moment would last forever.

It was maybe even the terrible heart break that she felt when she found out the truth about Toby.

Maybe it was when he told her he was only trying to protect her from this mystic bitch –A.

It was possibly when she spent hours at a time just spending time with him, when he fle tout of place with his mother's death.

It was possibly even when he helped her with her drug abuse, and how he did everything in his power to make her feel better, and to get better.

Maybe it was when he went on a date with her, and helped Hanna and Caleb when they were both lost.

Possibly… it was from right now as they cuddled near the Christmas tree. Or maybe it was everything.

"I love you." Spencer spoke truly, her voice sure. Toby breathed in. "I love you Spencer. More than life." She felt his lips lightly press to her forehead, and Spencer smiled. She leaned up, kissing him. He kissed back lightly, both closing their eyes. Spencer opened her eyes when she pulled away, but kissed him again, more deeper, more passionately. She could feel their breath's growing heavy. His hands went up her back, over her clothes, pulling her body closer into his. She felt her legs slip around his waist, as she straddled his hips. Toby then used one of his hands to stroke her face, and pull her neck gently into his kiss, and Spencer had her hands behind Toby's neck, kissing him each time less friendly, and now more powerful, even with the hint of dark lust. She felt her body relax with his touch, and she could feel his hand's roam up her back, this time on her bare skin on her back, over her bra straps. Spencer played with his shirt, but she felt hesitant. She was so tired, but… was she too tired for something like "this"?

She was sure Toby felt her hesitation, because he stopped. "We can stop." He added, and she felt herself sink more into him, more calmly now. Toby rested his hands on her hips, and she felt him relax too. "Sorry, I'm just really tired." Toby seemed to be confused. "Don't apologize for that Spence. It's fine." Toby confessed, stroking her hips slowly. Spencer smiled, and she flipped on leg over him, just to be leaning into him like before. "Thank you." She settles in next to him. He was staring at her; nothing unusual there.

"Have you talked to Caleb?" Spencer asked, thinking about the last time they had seen Caleb, who was cold and broken…

"I'm sure they're coming."

Spencer had told Toby for a third time and she could tell he was a little bit uncomfortable. Toby was sitting at his seat, Spencer next to him. They were at the April Rose Grille, the most popular restaurant in Rosewood. Toby had his hands folded in his lap, his eyes looking around the room. He had on a gray shirt that was open at the neck line, and his jeans with leather black short-cut boots. Spencer was wearing a slim fit dress that was striped with orange, red, and some blues. She had her hair fluffed out and curly, with nice black heals that strapped across her feet. The sleeves on the dress came to an end at the end of her shoulders, keeping her slightly more professional.

They were there, not on a really formal date, but Hanna wanted them to help her with Caleb. Caleb had been very much off lately, and it had been worrying Hanna. Not only with his drinking problem, but with how he had been acting ever since he had gotten back from Ravenswood. They had the right to be worried about him, he was their friends too. Toby leaned over the table, a glass of water with lemon across from him. He had drunk any of the water yet, and Spencer had asked for strawberry lemonade. She took a sip of that.

"So, what's the plan?" Toby asked, looking over to her. Spencer set her drink down. "What plan?"

Toby pushed his hands out on the table. "With Caleb. I'm sure if we bring up his… situation… he's going to want to take off." Spencer took that into consideration, but she didn't want to give up on him, for Hanna's sake. Plus; she really did like Caleb. He brought out the best in Hanna when no one else could. She had seen it when Hanna had looked at Caleb, and the way he smiled when he talked about her. They were unlike any other couple. Spencer was glad to come and try to help Caleb and she was glad Toby had come too. Toby and Caleb had this brotherly relationship that even Spencer didn't completely understand now. But, if it was going to help him, then it was worth it.

Spencer checked her clock. It was 6:23. They had chosen to meet at six, where the hell was Hanna and Caleb? Spencer crossed her legs impatiently. Toby noticed. "We can still order, if you want." He suggested, giving Spencer a caring look. "I'm fine, just hope this goes well."

She heard the bell on the door ring, and Spencer squinted her eyes over to the sound of heels on wood pavement. She saw the recognizable face of her best friend, Hanna Marin. She was wearing a torn up black dress, heels, and her makeup was dark. Her hair was let loose, black strands at the bottom. Caleb came trailing behind her, and Spencer stood up first, then Toby, as he came over. "Hey." Hanna said in a friendly tone towards Spencer and Hanna opened her arms for Spencer to hug her. Spencer hugged her friend back, Hanna smelt of a strong mixture of perfume and lotion. "Hey Han."

Toby threw his hand over to Caleb, and Caleb shook hands with Toby. Toby gave him a genuine smile, brother like, like Spencer had thought it would be. Caleb was dressed in a plaid shirt with a striped black and white one underneath, dark jeans. His hair was slicked to the side, some of his dark hair hanging in his face. Spencer still felt that he was, in a way, haunted.

"So, whose idea was this?" Caleb asked sarcastically, his voice strained. Toby looked at Spencer. "Ummm, it was my idea." Hanna spoke up. "I just wanted us to hang out, if that's okay Caleb." Hanna seemed to be giving Caleb a look, almost like a warning. Caleb just nodded.

"Okay." Hanna sat across from Spencer and Caleb sat across from Toby.

The dead silence grew among the group of young couples, and Spencer turned to see Toby, who had a strange look in their eyes, almost curious. Caleb seemed to be staring down at the menu, but at the same time, he seemed in deep thought. Toby spoke up. "Caleb, how have you been?"

Caleb raised his head, his dark eyes looking at Toby. "I'm fine." He replied back blankly. He looked back down.

Hanna rolled her eyes, and Spencer's hands folded in her lap. Toby tensed up when he saw Spencer looked down at her hands in her lap, and she felt her heart sink a little. She felt bad for Caleb, he was so different. She remembered when Caleb and she had hung out that one day in her living room; he was so bright, happy… now… now he was someone else. Toby seemed to toughen up in a way, almost mad. "Caleb, we want to help you, but you have to give us something." Hanna looked at Toby almost shocked. Spencer was a little too. Caleb looked irritated.

"So this was the reason for this little get together. I think I would rather have take out than me being questioned." He stood up; throwing his napkin on the table, but Hanna grabbed his wrist. "Caleb! Sit down." She gave him a fierce look, and Caleb closed his eyes. He sat back down, crossing his arms, and staring at each one of them. Toby kept his eyes glued to him. "I am fine. Really."

"Then what's with the drinking, Caleb?" Spencer spoke up, looking at his dark eyes. Caleb looked darkly at her. "That's my problem, my business."

Toby spoke after, getting Caleb's glare off of her. "Yeah, well, believe it or not Caleb, we are your friends. We care about you." Toby placed his hands on the table, folding his hands. Caleb seemed to relax a little, almost like he looked like he was sad, but then his eyes narrowed again. It was a look that was gone as soon as it appeared. "I'll be right back." Caleb confessed, and he stood up, walking outside. Hanna sighed. She looked mad then.

"Thanks for jumping right into the conversation you two." She said, irritated.

"Hanna! We are just trying to help, you know, like you asked." Spencer replied, protecting Toby from Hanna's little threat. "Did he tell you anything about Ravenswood?" Toby asked. Hanna looked away. "Maybe, but, it doesn't matter now."

Spencer narrowed her eyes. "Doesn't matter? Hanna, you want us to help you and Caleb, you have to let us in on this. Now."

Hanna seemed to be thinking. "He told me… He told me that… after Miranda died… her ghost was there. He said Miranda was trying to get to her family, and that he had to help her. HE said that… that he was a part of some pact. I don't know, it sounds"—

"Insane!" Spencer interrupted. She was pissed! What kind of messed up lie was that? Hanna seemed saddened. "And you believe him?" Spencer asked. Hanna shrugged. "I don't know what to believe anymore."

Toby seemed to be thinking, his eyes looking down. "It sounds crazy… But what if it's true?" Toby confessed. Spencer looked at him. "What?" Spencer was losing her mind.

"Why would he make that up?" Toby asked, turning towards Spencer. Spencer shook her head. "I don't know… But, come on, that's"—

"The truth."

Caleb was standing behind Hanna, as he walked up. "It is the truth. Call me crazy, or whatever you want, but that's the truth. I swear it on my damn life."

Spencer shut her mouth, as Caleb sat back down. He seemed more loose, but still tense. "Caleb… It's really true?" Toby asked. Caleb nodded. "Yes. When Hanna came to visit me, I was still seeing Miranda… She was trying to help me. But, Hanna left and… things got worse."

Spencer and the rest of them remained quiet. "Worse how?" Hanna asked. She clearly was new on this too. "A pact, long time ago, was made between me, and four others… Me, Miranda, and three others. We all were, somehow, connected. We were…we were all supposed to die. In a car wreck, all of us. But, only Miranda did die. After that, there were continuous things happening that were trying to…fulfill… our pact. Soon, we had a defense, to set free Miranda, and to defeat a power that was against us. We found out that by breaking the pattern, we could survive."

Spencer reached for Toby's hand, and he took her hand, squeezing it. Both of their eyes were on Caleb, Hanna too. "We broke the connection. After that… we all sort of… drifted. I came back to Rosewood, and now, well, I'm here. There's my story."

He took a drink of water. He seemed disgusted. Spencer couldn't talk. Hanna was the first one to talk. "Why didn't you tell me before tonight?"

Caleb just looked away, "Cause I'd sound crazy. I probably still do now." Toby seemed to think a thought, and then he turned to Spencer and Hanna. "Can you two… give us a minute?"

Spencer nodded, and Toby squeezed her hand again. "You okay?" He asked, his eyes concerned.

"Yeah… yeah." Spencer got up, and she let his hand go.

Hanna got up too, and Spencer and her walked over to the bar stools at the bar, the TV above them. They were both stricken by Caleb's story.

She was still that day.

Toby then, looked at Spencer. "I haven't talked to him since the dinner. I asked him a lot of questions. I don't think he made that up, Spence. I don't understand why he would. Maybe it was all true."

Spencer snuggled closer to Toby. "Then demons are real." She thought. She never thought she could accept that as a fact. But with –A in her life, it wasn't so hard to believe in such things. Toby held her closer. "Hey… It's going to be okay. I swear to you. Nothing is ever going to happen to you. I wouldn't let anything happen."

Spencer nodded, and she felt a chill go through her. She felt herself squirm inside from fear. Cause if demons and ghosts are real… What if –A was truly just another ghost, another demon? Then it would never end. Hell, -A could just be the devil in disguise.

But the way Toby was holding her, she felt something. Something small, yet powerful. It was this small bit of hope. Maybe, if they all just stuck together, they could uncover this demon. And, maybe, just maybe, this would all end.

And maybe it would start with the Ice Ball.