A/N: so, "guest" suggested that I make Spencer fall asleep in the car, so yeah, you will see that in this chapter...and also some other cute stuff :) And don't worry, there will be a little bantering, too!

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Chapter 11

Jealousy

"Thanks for seeing this movie with me. Caleb doesn't appreciate actual complex cinema…and Aria…she saw it with Fitz…" Spencer sighs.

Ignoring the fact that he was her third choice, Toby asks, "with Fitz? How is that possible?"

"You're going to get a huge kick out of this. So, Aria was with her mom, and they were going to see this movie. Then Fitz is there, too! Aria's mom invited him to sit with them," she gets out through her laughter.

Toby is laughing now, too.

"That's awful," he shakes his head.

Spencer shrugs, "Aria was pretty torn up about it. She got annoyed at me for laughing, but I mean, how can't you laugh at that?" Spencer goes on.

"You can be a good friend, and be empathetic…" his voice trails.

"Shut up! You are laughing too!" she reprimands him, the smile on her face still beaming.

" Yeah, but at least it isn't in her face," he tries to make an argument, but he knows it is faulty. Laughing behind someone's back doesn't exactly reward you of the best friend trophy. And Spencer knows that. So, before she can reply, he speaks up again, "okay, maybe that is equally as bad…"

"Yes it is," she nods, her eyes staring at the screen.

"What do you think Aria and Caleb would think if they knew we were here…together…?" he suddenly asks. They have been sneaking around for months now, and to their knowings, Caleb and Aria had no idea.

"They'd probably think that we are into each other, or something," she answers, her caramel eyes flickering over to his blue ones. "I mean we aren't," she goes on, "but you know. I mean, it sort of could look like that. I mean the sneaking around—that's what Fitz and Aria do."

He nods slowly, his eyes losing the gaze they share. "Yeah, they probably would," he agrees, adding another nod to emphasize his agreement.

"They're annoying like that…" Spencer says, and he can practically hear her eyes rolling.

"Why don't we just tell them?" he offers.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "It isn't like we are keeping it a secret, or anything. If they ask, we can tell them. I just—I don't know. Do you want to tell them? It isn't like we are doing anything bad…"

"I don't care," he offers.

"Me neither," she replies.

"If they ask, we'll tell them, or they can figure it out on their own. We aren't hiding anything…" Spencer elaborates.

xxx

"How was the concert?"

Spencer glances up to Aria, feeling cornered by the question. She just feels odd answering it. She went with Toby. And then there was that point where she felt like they were going to kiss—where she wanted to kiss him, and how they had the heartfelt conversation about Caleb. And then there was that whole thing when they got back into Philadelphia…

"Spencer," the words wake her up.

She glances around, confused. Then she sees Toby, and remembers how he offered to drive.

"What?" she demands, a grogginess in her voice. She sits up in her seat, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"We're at my loft," he tells her.

She groans, knowing that means she'll have to switch seats with him, and drive herself home. Her eye lids are so heavy, she isn't sure how she is going to do it. "Okay, just, um, give me a minute…" she exhales, cranking her neck out, trying to crack it. She realizes that there is no reason Toby needs to wait. He can go. It doesn't make any sense for him to wait a minute. "Or, I mean, go," she scrunches up her face, feeling foolish. "Why would you wait?" she asks, mostly to herself than Toby.

He chuckles, a smile stuck on his face.

"How aren't you tired? What time is it?" she questions.

"2:34. There was a lot of traffic."

"That doesn't explain why you are so awake."

"I usually go to bed at, like, 3," he explains. Then he elaborates, "that's when I get the most ideas for songs…" he admits.

"Oh," she nods. She usually goes to bed at, like, 11, and wakes up at 7.

A pause.

"I'm not trying to be a creep, or anything, but you can just stay at my loft. If you really don't feel like driving…"

She probably lives about twenty minutes away from here. Maybe fifteen, but the offer sounds so appealing.

"Wouldn't that be, like, weird?"

"We aren't going to sleeping in the same bed, Spencer," his voice is low, and somewhat amused. "Take the offer or leave it," he demands.

She thinks it over, and leading with a yawn she says, "fine."

They go up to his loft, and then Toby surprises her, "do you want to sleep in my bed? I can sleep on the couch…"

She stares at him, in utter shock. Her stare turns cynical. Why would he give up his bed for her? That is so…sweet… Since when is he sweet? At all? He insults her all the damn time, and antagonizes her, constantly. He isn't sweet. No.

"Why would you do that?"

"To be nice? I don't know…"

"Since when are you nice?" she demands.

He narrows his eyes at her.

"Sorry," she dismisses it, "sorry." She says again in a smaller voice. "I just—that's really sweet of you," she acknowledges, her words coming out with lower confidence than normal.

"Well, I can be sweet sometimes…"

She stares at him, a small, gentle smile growing on her lips.

"So…do you want to?"

"Huh? Oh yeah," she shakes her head, falling out of the bewitchment. "No," she shakes her head. "No, it's all right," she offers a smile.

He gives her a toothless smile back. "Okay, Spencer," he nods.

"Do you want to borrow some of my clothes? You can't be comfortable," he glances down at her outfit. She is wearing black skinny jeans, a sparkly black top, and a leather jacket to cover it.

"I'm fine…" she dismisses, staring down at her boots.

"Okay, Spencer…" he says again, sounding amused.

Then he disappears, and she is confused. She wanted a blanket at least…

She walks to the couch, and sits down, pulling off her boots, then her leather jacket. Then she lies down, putting a throw pillow beneath her head. Just as she is about to close her eyes, she feels something fall on her.

She looks up, finding Toby behind the couch, looking down at her in amusement. She shifts her eyes to the pile that resides upon her. It is a long sleeved blue shirt, and flannel pajamas—his, no doubt. A blanket also features in the pile.

"You know where the bathroom is right?" he asks after a second.

She nods, leaning over, and pulling the fabric of the blue shirt in between her fingers.

"Okay. Goodnight, Spencer…" he says.

"Thanks Toby," she replies, looking up at him before he exits the room. "Goodnight," she adds.

"Goodnight," he parts.

"It was…fine…" she replies, shrugging, going back to the sketch under her pen. It is just a doodle, but it is better to look at than Aria's curious face.

They are currently helping Hanna pick out a wedding dress. Emily is back in the changing room with her—helping her squeeze into the white gowns. It takes like thirty minutes to get into them, and Spencer began to grow bored, so she started to doodle on the notepad that Hanna gave them (she wanted them to document their favorites.)

"Just fine? Aren't they, like, your favorite band?"

"One of them," she supplies.

Trying to steer the conversation from herself, she asks, "so, how are you and Holden? Or you and Ezra? That's a crazy love triangle."

"It's really complicated," Aria heaves a melodramatic sigh.

Spencer knew that would work. Aria is one of those people who loves to talk about herself. It is the easiest way to distract her.

"Holden wants to get serious, but I don't know, I was, sort of, just using him to get over Ezra, you know? And I went out with Ezra last Wednesday, and it was so…just, great. But I like Holden, I do. I just—when we got together, he was sort of my rebound, and I don't know how I feel about him, now. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with him. God, it is all just so complicated."

"Yeah…." Spencer supplies, absentmindedly.

"I shouldn't go back to Ezra, should I? I mean, it didn't work out the first time, why would it work out the second time?"

"Well, you've both learned from your mistakes…" Spencer offers.

"I know, I just," she groans. "I don't want to talk about it," Aria shakes her head, trashing the conversation.

"How's your love life doing?"

"What love life?" she immediately flares back. "I haven't dated anyone, in like a year."

Aria glances at the notepad beneath her fingertips, "is that why there are hearts all over that paper?" she teases.

Spencer flips the notepad over in a whisk, avoiding Aria's eyes.

"They're…just hearts…" Spencer supplies.

"But you got pretty defensive, there. Do you like someone?" she inquires, amusement in her voice.

"No," she responds quickly.

Aria rolls her eyes, "whatever Spence. I bet the next time we visit a bridal pallor, it will be because of you."

Spencer bellows a laugh. "Are you forgetting who is the hopeless romantic in the group?" she stares at her friend.

She shrugs, "just saying…" she hums, a smirk folding out on her face.

Xxx

"Hey thief," he greets her, interrupting her stretching.

She gives him a quizzical look, but then realizes what he is talking about. She wore shirt, and took his pajamas home. "I am going to wash them, and give them back to you," she explains. It is, sort of, true. Truthfully, she really wants to keep the shirt. It is so comfortable, and it sort of smells like him…and she hates herself for wanting to keep that smell with her.

He doesn't say anything back, he just gives her a smile. A dumb, stupid, smile, that's effect is worse than any insult he can conjuncture. Stupid Toby.

But someone is worse than Toby.

Felicia.

She is coming up to them, a smile on her face, and Spencer wants nothing more than to smack it off of her. She is coming over here to talk to Toby, obviously. She probably likes him, or something. How unprofessional of her.

As Spencer predicted, she begins talking to Toby, asking him how things are going—if he has been practicing, if he needs any help, yadda yadda yadda. If Toby needed help, he has her. He doesn't need Felicia. Sure, she is the dance instructor, but Spencer is Toby's partner. She should stop butting in.

When Felicia finally addresses Spencer, the hatred for the woman molds into existence. She speaks with a tight, snarky, voice, her copper eyes, hard and fierce.

When Felicia leaves, Toby bellows out a long fit of laughter, "what was that? What's up with the cold shoulder?" he questions.

She side glances him, slightly upset that he is asking. He knows. He knows, but he doesn't know she knows. But he would if he told her. She supposes that is stupid to think. It is Toby. Why would he tell her?

"I just don't like her," Spencer replies in a nonchalant matter, her voice still chilling.

Xxx

Hanna had volunteered the idea. "Let's all go out to breakfast!" the blonde exclaimed, in her cheery, always bubbly tone. "I'm starving," she went on; acting like the last meal she had was days ago.

"It's 1:24," Aria had responded.

"Fine, then brunch!" she declared. "I want breakfast food. What the bride says, goes."

Ezra, Aria, and Holden all had some form of excuse. Toby is pretty sure it was just them, not wanting to go out to lunch, or brunch, together. They have that whole love triangle thing going on. That would be pretty awkward for them.

So, it just ended up being him, Spencer, Caleb, Emily, and Hanna.

It is weird to hang out in a big group like this. Well, weird, as in hanging out with Spencer in a big group like this. He doesn't know if he should say something to her, or not. He's been in this situation before, sort of. But it was just Hanna and Caleb. Now, Emily's added to the mix, and there is no reason he needs to look to Spencer for conversation. There is another wheel added to the ensemble.

"I think I'm going to get the blueberry crêpes," Hanna announces, folding her menu, and slapping it on the table. Her blue eyes roam around the table, examining each of the faces.

"I'm getting the meat lovers breakfast," Caleb decides, following his fiancé's actions, and setting the menu down.

"That's disgusting," Spencer remarks, glaring at the shaggy haired man across the table.

Caleb smirks, "that's why it is so good."

Spencer rolls her eyes, and stares back at her menu. "If only Aria were here…" her monotonous voice trails. Aria is a vegetarian. She has been since Junior year.

"Luckily she's not!" Caleb retorts.

"Whatever," Spencer dismisses him, folding her menu. "I'm getting a burger."

"Spencer, this is a breakfast place?" Hanna gives her a look.

"So?" She retorts. "I want a burger," she states in a firm voice, her eyes fluttering to the menu.

"I actually think I'm going to get the chicken sandwich," Toby sets his menu down.

"Me too," Emily voices, following the man's actions.

"You guys! We're at a breakfast place. You can't get non-breakfast food. That is, like, un-humane."

"Inhuman," Spencer corrects.

"That's what I said!" Hanna argues.

"No, you said, un-humane. Its inhumane."

Hanna just gives her a look of incredulity.

Emily laughs, "If the waiter comes by, tell them I want the crispy chicken sandwich, Toby," she excuses herself, before voyaging to the bathroom.

"Spencer's annoying," Hanna mumbles into Caleb, decking her head into his neck.

Caleb runs his hands through her hair, murmuring an "I know."

Toby chuckles, glancing at the irritated Spencer in front of him.

"What? I'm right."

"I know. It's just funny," he observes.

"I'm glad to know I humor you," she speaks in a monotonous voice.

"Don't be such a downer, Spence," Hanna intrudes.

"I'm not being a downer. You're all annoying," she groans.

Emily comes back a couple minutes later, and they put their orders in. Then, Hanna pops the question, "Toby! Hey! You're single, right?" and for some ridiculous reason he thinks of Spencer. He wants to look at her—see her reaction, but that be strange, wouldn't it?

"Uh, yeah…why?"

"I know someone who you would love," she replies, her smile growing wide. She recoils from Caleb's touch, and leans over the table, her elbows hitching her up. "She's smart, beautiful, funny, kind, and just…great."

Hanna had some weird tendency to try and hook him up with all of her friends.

"I showed her a picture of you, and she thinks you're hot," she raises a eyebrow, a smirk arranging on her face.

He hears Spencer scoff, "Is she also blind?"

Toby glowers at the brunette.

"No…she is not," Hanna's voice is tight, her blue eyes cold and piercing. The look goes away after a second, "she's cute. She's sweet. You two would get along."

"Okay," he nods, cheerfully, glaring over at Spencer for a slit second. "Yeah, I'll go out with her. Just give me her number," he says calmly, smiling at the giddy blonde. He isn't sure why he said yes. Usually the girls Hanna lines up for him are god awful, but he wants to annoy Spencer. He isn't sure why this would annoy her. Maybe he hopes it will annoy her. And maybe that hope doesn't just sprout from wanting to avenge himself. Maybe it is more…

"Fantastic!" Hanna beams. "I'll send you her number. She will be so happy! God, this will be great. I'm so excited," her words tumble out in a fury of excitement.

Toby glances at Spencer again. She looks more annoyed than before. He chooses to smile at her. For some reason, whenever he does that, her aggravation sky rockets.

a/n: shhh, don't worry. There won't be any love triangles. ;) mmmm, Toby and Spencer are both very...picky about the people they get involved with? Just, wait... you will see.

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