Distastefully In Love Chapter 7, a pretty little liars fanfic

a/n: hi guys! I know it has been a long time since I updated, but I've been busy. I've had driver's ed and that pretty much took over my life, but that is over now, so hopefully I'll have more time to write for all you loyal readers. This chapter is mostly taleb and spanna friendship. So if you like those, I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it. If not, I'm sorry :(

Unfortunately, there is no flashback this chapter. Sorry! :(

If I decide to go with what I'm planning for next chapter then it is going to be longer and include a flashback, but I'm still debating if I want to do anything else before this chapter. I don't know, we will see.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, thank you so so so so so much for your lovely, beyond lovely reviews. I can't believe this has over 80 reviews already. :') I love you guys so so so much, and I hope you haven't given up on me. OK so here it is.

Chapter 7: F is for Friends who don't admit to being friends

Hanna Marin stared at the duo across the small dancing room. They were stretching…together. It seemed odd. Sure, they were partners, but that didn't demolish the hate that hung between them. Usually, they would stretch alone—completely ignoring each other's presence. They wouldn't even be on the same side of the room, but now; now they are closer than Caleb and she are. Their looks of disgust have been replaced with looks of bliss and joy. It was too odd to not comment on.

Hanna leaned over to her soon-to-be-husband as she stretched down to her left toes. "Do Spencer and Toby seem…friendly to you?" she asked him. He was on the floor, leaning over his legs to reach his toes.

"What?" he looked up at her with absurdity glowing in his auburn eyes. "That's insane. They hate each other." He commented before going in for another stretch.

Hanna stood up straight, looking at the two across the room with her arms crossed. "Doesn't look like that right now."

Caleb was up in second to look at the sight, and surely enough, his future wife was right. They did not look as they normally did around one another. They were smiling and laughing, and acting as if they were friends.

Caleb had a hard time looking away; it was like looking at a fat man on the side of the road only wearing a leotard. Weird and unnatural.

He looked away and to his fiancé. "Well, let's hope this doesn't end in disaster like the last time."

He was about to continue with his stretching, when his wife-to-be stopped him. "What do you mean a disaster like last time?" Hanna asked, her eyes gone mad.

Caleb instantly regretted the statement, "it's nothing." He murmured, hoping Hanna would just let it go.

"Caleb…" she growled under her breath, the ocean in her eyes freezing over.

Caleb sighed, "they've been like this once before…in high school."

"I thought you said they always hated each other?" Hanna questioned.

"They did, but ah, it's complicated. It was weird. I don't know, they still fought all the damn time and made fun of each other like it was their purpose for living, but I don't know…it was different. They acted different. You could just tell, alright?"

Hanna's expression didn't stray from confusion, but she nodded nonetheless. "Okay…well what happened?"

"I'm not sure. Neither of them ever told me what that fight was about. They never even admitted to me that they were friends."

"Then how do you know they were?"

"I just know, alright?" He snapped. "Anyone could tell. One time Aria and I caught them at this movie theater. Both of them said they didn't even want to see the movie, but there they were, watching and enjoying it without us."

"Then we thought that they were dating, I mean why else would they sneak around? But I don't know, when we were watching them at that movie theater, they didn't do anything couple-y...and thank god, I think I would be scarred for life." Caleb exasperated, glancing at the stretching duo across the room once again.

"A little dramatic are we?" Hanna gave him a look. "Tell me more about the aftermath. What happened? What made it so bad?"

Caleb shrugged his shoulders lazily, still looking at them, "I don't know." He stared at his wife, "they wouldn't even talk to each other. For a little while, Spencer would sit in the library to avoid Toby. Then things got really out of control, and they just—it was bad. It ended in disaster. It was just out of control. Alright?"

Hanna stayed quiet for a moment, "if I didn't have enough shit to deal with."

"What?" Caleb squinted his maple eyes at the blonde.

"What if all this shit explodes again? What if they get all—insane! I will not deal with that shit."

"Hanna, come on, I doubt they are even friends."

"Is that a lie?" she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"I'm not sure to be honest…" Caleb murmured, staring at the duo again.

Hanna let out a groan, twirling around a little in her space. "I am talking to them. I cannot deal with anymore drama. I already told them that! My wedding is supposed to be perfect. Okay? And if it's not I just— " she took a deep breath in to calm down, "I'm not sure I'll be able to deal with it."

"Come on, they aren't going to cause any drama, Hanna. You stress out too much about this stuff. If you keep acting like this, you're going to turn into a bride— "

"Don't you dare say zilla!" Hanna scolded. "Caleb," she stared at him with hard eyes. "I have been dreaming of my wedding since I came out of the womb. You don't get it. You're a guy! I just want something to be perfect for once in my life. I already have to deal with my family drama—my mom hates my stepmom, and my parents can't stand being a room longer than fifteen minutes without fighting. My mom's mom hates my father, and is telling me that she is going to give him a piece of her mind. Kate is going to be there, and god only knows what shit she is planning to bring to the party! I deal with anymore drama, I just can't."

"Okay, okay…" he soothes her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I'll talk to Toby, okay? I'll see if they are even friends. "

"What makes you think he'll tell you the truth?"

"I can tell when he is lying. Trust me."

"Fine, then I'm talking to Spencer."

Caleb made a face, letting out a artificial chuckle, "yeah, good luck with that."

"What?"

"Spencer doesn't…she's really good at lying. And if they are friends, I doubt she'll tell you."

"I'm her best friend, Caleb." Hanna told him assertively, glaring at him immensely.

"Yeah, but Spencer—she doesn't…"

"I know Spencer, and I'll get it out of her. With vodka." A smile came across the girl's face.

"Oooh, that's a good idea."

"I know."

"I'm going to use that on Toby…"

"Yes you will," she nodded her head, her smile widening.

He smirked at her, leaning close to her, "and then when I get home, I'm going to give it to you hard."

"Indeed you will." She answered, her blue eyes becoming fierce as she goes in for a kiss to seal the deal.

After the dance class was over, Caleb had invited Toby to a guy's night out. Apparently, Hanna was going crazy, and he needed some space, or else he would be bald by the wedding. Toby accepted the invitation eagerly. He hadn't spent much time with the man, alone anyways, ever since he got engaged. Well, there were times, but it all had to do with the wedding. Toby was looking forward to a night, free of any wedding planning talk.

Although, he would much prefer that talk, than the talk that was coming for him.

They met at their favorite bar. It was a bar for sports. TVs aligned the walls like wall paper. There was more TV than wall. It was ridiculous, if you asked Toby.

Ironically, Toby nor Caleb were really into sports, but they came to that bar anyways. It had lower prices than the rest of the bars in town, and not to mention great food.

Toby was on his third beer when Caleb popped the question.

"So," the man murmured, twirling the bottle in his hand. "You and Spencer…"

"Me and Spencer…what?" Toby looked at him.

"What's going on there?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just seem…friendly."

"Didn't know that was a crime," Toby said, chuckling slightly as he let his eyes return to the beer bottle rather than his friend.

"It's not—I just," his friend sputtered. "I think it's weird, okay? You guys don't act friendly. You hate each other."

"We're just trying to make the best of it, alright?" he told his friend, setting the bottle of beer down on the counter. "I mean we are going to have to deal with each other for a few more months, may else well make the most of it, right?"

Caleb gave him a look, "I knew I should have gotten more alcohol in you before I asked."

Toby chuckled, shaking his head, "it would have been the same answer."

"Uh huh."

"You're being ridiculous. If I was friends with Spencer, why wouldn't I tell you?"

"Why didn't you tell me in high school?" Caleb asked, raising his eyebrows.

Toby got flustered by the statement. He had no idea that Caleb knew about that. How did Caleb know about that? He doubted Spencer told him.

"That's right," Caleb nodded, a smirk taking place on his face. "I know about your guys' little secret affair. How did that come to be, anyways?"

Toby departed his inquisitive look off his friend, and returned his gaze to his beer. "It doesn't really matter anymore," he went on after a moment. "It's not like how it was in high school. We haven't hung out alone," Toby murmured, his voice lacing with uncertainly. "Well…actually…"

"Well actually, what?"

"We ran into each other the other day and we played a few rounds of pool. It was no big deal though," Toby waved his hand at his friend's arousal of curiosity.

Caleb groaned, "you know, I don't even know why I care so much. Do what you want. Plan a BFF fun day for all I care, just don't let this all blow up like last time. Hanna will flip a shit if you guys do anything to mess this wedding up, and I will personally make sure you regret it."

Toby chuckled despite the annoying memories that accompanied him with the statement. "With all that arm muscle I'm guessing," Toby mused, teasing his friend.

"Shut up, just because I'm not Mr. America over here, doesn't mean anything."

"And I'm pretty sure you are afraid of Spencer."

"I am not!" Caleb snapped. "Look, just don't screw up anything, alright?"

Toby chuckled, "I won't. Seriously, I wouldn't do anything to compromise this wedding. You're my best friend!"

"And you're afraid of Hanna," Caleb added after a minute, smirking.

"Well, yeah, but hey at least I admit it!"

Caleb rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his friend, wondering why he was so worried about this all in the first place.

"Hanna, this is the fifth time you suggested we get drunk since I got here. What's going on?" Spencer questioned her friend.

"Nothing," Hanna twisted her eyebrows slightly inwards, setting the vodka bottle back in the liquor cabinet. "I just thought it would be fun. We haven't hung out alone in awhile."

"We went to the mall yesterday…"

"Yeah, but that was for the wedding. I mean like, just hanging out." Hanna said, her back to her friend and her eyes scanning her liquor cabinet. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and turned around swiftly, only to come face to face with her best friend. Startled, the bottle slipped through her grip and hit the floor, pieces of glass frosting over the tile, and whiskey making a puddle around their feet. "SHIT!" Hanna yelped, stepping away from the mess. Spencer followed her friend's actions. "SHIT!" Hanna repeated, running her hands through her golden locks out of frustration.

"Hanna, it's fine, let's just clean it up…" Spencer tried to calm her friend.

Hanna groaned, "let me get a broom…"

The two cleaned up the mess, collecting the last pieces of glass and soaking up the whiskey with a towel. "This was not how I wanted the night to go," Hanna mumbled, rubbing the floor with a wet towel to mop up the rest of the whiskey.

"And how'd you want it to go?" Spencer asked her friend with arched eyebrows and a curios voice.

Hanna looked at her, and stopped scrubbing. She stood up and threw the wet towel in the sink, Spencer stood up too, crossing her arms and waiting for an answer.

"Be honest," Hanna told her, her voice tense.

"Um, okay…" Spencer answered uncomfortably.

"Are you and Toby friends now?"

Spencer was startled by the question. Whatever she was preparing herself for was definitely not that. The question seemed so frivolous. Why did Hanna even care? Before Spencer could even really think of an answer, a "No," slipped through her lips. It was almost automatic. Like when people said, "god bless you," and you would say an immediate, "thank you." Or when people asked how you were doing, and you would say fine. It just rolled off her tongue.

Hanna asked her again, and this time Spencer took it to thought. Were they? It seemed weird and strange and obscure, and saying yes would only make it more weird and strange and obscure. It reminded Spencer, for some reason, of back in middle school when kids would ask kids who they liked. Of course you would lie, but then you would later find out that the kid you told, told the kid you liked you didn't like him. Then it all became a complicated mess.

Was she seriously relating her life now to the life she had in fifth grade? Wow, there was clearly something off about her today.

"We…" she began, uncertain of where this would take her. "We are—n't."

"Good." Hanna sighed.

Now Spencer was confused, "what? Why is that good? Don't you think it would be better if we were friends?"

"At first I did, but then I talked to Caleb. He said something about how you guys were once friends, and then something happened he guessed, and you two were like," Hanna threw her hands up in the air. "Radioactive when near each other."

Spencer licked her lips, and leaned more in the conversation, becoming flustered, "Caleb knew about that?"

"I don't know, apparently. Look, Spencer…if you want to be Toby's friend, do it, I guess. But if there is any chance of this blowing up, then don't."

Spencer just stared at her, half confused, and half annoyed that Hanna was trying to control who she was friends with.

"I know I seem harsh, and I know I'm going crazy over this wedding, but it's just—I have been dreaming about this since I was five years old. I was a flower girl at my cousin's wedding, and since then this has been all I wanted out of life. I've been planning my wedding since I was 8! I have a scrapbook that I have been making since I was 10 with different kinds of wedding dresses in it. I've never been willing to work so hard on something in my entire life! This is my dream." She declared, boring into the brunette's eyes. Spencer has only seen Hanna this serious on a few occasions. She didn't normally step out of her bubbly, sarcastic, jolly persona. When she did, she meant business. "And I know it may seem stupid to you, but it isn't to me. So please let me count on you that you'll be civil with Toby on my wedding day—that you won't trip him down the aisle, or refuse to walk, or dance with him. I need that, Spencer. I need you to promise me that."

Spencer offered a slight smile, wrapping her best friend into a cozy embrace, "I promise that no matter what happens, I will be civil with Toby on your wedding day."

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Am I foreshadowing? Or am I saying "Am I foreshadowing?" to make you think I'm foreshadowing? WHO KNOWS. You'll see, one day. When the wedding finally comes... ;) Well, I hope that you liked it even if there was no spoby :(