a/n: nothing really happens in this chapter. I'm sorry. LOL. It's also really short. I'll try to update again, soon.

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Chapter 15

"Relationships are stupid," Spencer repeats, throwing a shot of vodka in her mouth.

"Want me to beat him up for you?" Caleb offers.

Spencer gives him a pointed look, "no offense…but…"

"Okay, shut up, I get it."

"Thanks though," she offers a petite smile.

"Andrew isn't that great, Spence. I didn't even think you liked him that much."

"I didn't," she clarifies in a sharp tone. "It just sucks. Because my family liked him, and we got along, and both valued the same things," she shrugs. "Sometimes it's just nice having someone."

"You have people. You have me. You have Aria," he lists.

"Yeah, but you know," she stares at the empty shot of stolen vodka. She pours more vodka into the shot glass. Taking it down with a grimace. "You know…someone," she emphasizes.

She rolls her eyes, sighing, "I sound so dumb." She picks up the vodka bottle, staring at it, "I should stop downing this. I'm going to sound worse than Aria with this romance bull shit."

Caleb laughs. "I don't think anyone can sound worse than Aria…" he offers.

Spencer snorts, shaking her head. "Thanks Caleb," she grins over at him. "For not judging me."

"Anytime, Spence."

...

"Shut up," he growls.

"I'm not saying anything…" she murmurs quietly. If she speaks any louder an abundance of laughter will trample past her mouth, and she is pretty sure it won't ever stop. She'll probably have to be escorted to the hospital, and sedated.

"I can hear you. I can hear your thoughts."

"Didn't know you had a sixth sense…" she mumbles, unable to hold back her sass.

"It's you. You should be laughing—doing something. How have you not made a joke yet?"

"I—," and then the laughing ensues. She shakes her head, her stomach wrenching, and her eyes watering at the prospect of it all. She clenches the blanket, and feels Toby shoulder shoving into her. She peers at his glare, and just laughs harder. Then she looks away, snickering. "It's just—," the words tumble from her lips. "You—," she continues to bellow.

She shakes her head, "I'm sorry," her voice leans out in a high pitch. "I can't," she ducks her head down.

She hears Toby groan, which heightens her laughter. She looks over to him, and his face is buried into a pillow. "I don't think that's gonna help much," she teases through her laughter, her teary filled eyes staring down at him in amusement.

He turns back around in a swift movement, and frowns, looking southward. "This never happens," he grumbles.

"It happens to a lot of guys," she offers, her thick laughter finally coming to a soft chuckle, of sorts. "You're so melodramatic," she muses. "Wanna watch a movie? Try again, later? But I'm not watching any pornos..."

She bursts into a fit of laughter over her own joke, and falls back on her side, staring at his seething face.

"It's not that big of a deal, seriously…erectile dys—"

"Stop," he groans, grabbing his pillow from behind his head, and covering his face with it.

She giggles, a graceful smile planted on her lips.

"It's like listening to your parents talking about intercourse."

"Well, with thoughts like that—," she begins, but stops when he removes the pillow, and glares at her some more.

Her smile breaks into laughter, and she begins to draw shapes on his open chest. She doesn't know why she is doing it…but it feels nice. She just…likes feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers.

A sigh vibrates in her ear after a moment, and she looks over at him—an amused look still decorating her features. "You're never going to let this go, are you?" he frowns.

She smiles, shaking her head, "probably not."

He sighs a little, and she laughs, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. And stays close to him when saying, "stop being such a baby. I'm going to order a pizza, you can stay if you want."

…

He ends up staying, and they watch a movie—Five Year Engagement—and laugh at all the things Jason Segel, and Emily Blunt has to say. They are about half way through the movie, when there is a banging at the door.

Spencer shoots a hesitant glance at Toby. They aren't doing anything wrong. They are both clothed, and void of anything to suggest sex (it's not like they had any sex, anyway.) But she feels weird about it. Like whoever is behind the door will know.

Toby stares expectantly at her, waiting for her to do something.

"Were you expecting someone?"

She rolls her eyes and steps up off the coach, and opens the door. It is probably just her neighbor. He's always asking to borrow stuff (borrow as in taking it forever, and never giving it back, that is.)

But it is not her lousy neighbor. It is Caleb. And he doesn't even give her a chance to deny him. He is pushing past her and into her apartment. Great!

"Spencer, why haven't you been answering your phone! Why has no one been answering their phone!" her exclaims in frustration.

Spencer just waits for him to see Toby.

"I'm meeting—" and then he sees Toby, presumably, because his whole entire speech comes to a halt, and his face wraps into this look of bewilderment and utter shock. He cannot even form words, his mouth is just meshing up shapes, and twitching into different variations of lines.

He looks from Spencer to Toby, and again, and again and again.

"Oh my God," Spencer exasperates, tumbling down on a recliner chair.

"I don't understand," Caleb mumbles. "Why—what are you doing here? And why haven't you been answering your phone—either of you?" he growls, shifting his maple eyes between the two.

"It must be on silent," Toby mumbles, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Yeah, it is," he declares, smacking his lips together in a sheepish manner. He shyly looks up at Caleb, "sorry."

"What about you?" he motions over to Spencer.

"It's charging," she explains with tense words, annoyed. "What's so urgent that you came knocking down my door?" she questions. Maybe it will distract him from the whole Toby situation.

He sighs, "Hanna's father." He plops down on the couch next to Toby and begins to explain how he is meeting her father tomorrow. They have been dating almost five years and he still has not met him. Apparently her father is hard to please, and an asshole, as Hanna said it. But Caleb still wants him to like him. He wants all fathers to like him. (All parents, really.) Once, in High School, Caleb had stayed over for dinner, and told her parents all about his technology skills—then he fixed their computer. It made Spencer roll her eyes, but she gets it. Caleb wants parents to like him because he never had parents of his own to like him. That really screws a person up.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Toby offers. "I mean, if he is a dick, who cares if he likes you?"

"I care. Hanna probably cares. I can see it in her face," he groans, running his hands through his toffee locks.

"Caleb, just be yourself," Spencer advices. "It's the best thing you can do."

He shakes his head, "I don't know," he grumbles.

Spencer flicks her eyes to Toby for a second, not knowing what to say. He is seemingly having the same problem.

"What time are you meeting him tomorrow?" Spencer ponders.

"12. We're having brunch," he groans.

"Brunch is good," Toby offers after a moment.

He receives two glares.

"You're gonna be fine, man," Toby smiles at his friend. "Hanna likes you, I mean she did agree to marry you, isn't that enough?"

"I just—" he sighs, "it's dumb. But I just. It's important to me."

"You'll do fine," Spencer says once again, smiling softly, and leaning over to pat his knee.

He smiles weakly at her.

Toby's phone goes off, and Caleb then scoffs, "glad you took your phone off silent."

Toby ignores him, and proceeds to answer the call, stepping up off the couch.

"Hey….Seriously!?...yeah, I can be there in ten. Bye."

He pulls the phone from his ear, a huge smile coming across his face.

"Woah, who put you in such a good mood?"

"Kenzi, my manager. She just called me. She got me a gig at Francis' Bar. She wants to meet me there. Talk to the manager of the place, and sort out details and stuff," he explains, his smile unfaltering.

"Francis' Bar? That's awesome, dude."

"Oh," he grimaces. "You're all right, right? I'm not being an awful friend…?"

"No. No way. Plus I have Spencer," he nods to the woman who stare is intently on Toby. "She's a lot better help than you, anyways."

Toby rolls his eyes, but a smile is soon rising up on his placid face. "Good luck with the brunch tomorrow," he nods. His eyes skim over to Spencer, "Spencer," he nods, his smile rearranging into something Spencer can't fully understand.

She smiles at him, "congrats on the gig."

"Thank you."

And then he is leaving, and Spencer is alone with Caleb. And she is suddenly angry with Toby. Now, she'll have to deal with this situation all on her own.

"So…" Caleb begins, a look of amusement washing over his features, "are you ever going to explain this whole scenario?"

"We're friends," she shrugs. Who have sex when no one is watching…and had sex in your new house.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. It's not like we're BFFs," she rolls her eyes. "Plus, Hanna was freaking out about it. And since you tell her everything…"

"Just don't do whatever happened last time. And if you do, wait till after the wedding for your petty shenanigans."

"It's not like that," she feels a strange need to stand up for whatever their relationship is.

"Okay, well, I'm just saying," he sighs, holding up his hands in defense. "My wedding needs to be perfect."

"Okay, now you sound like Hanna," Spencer points out, amusement masked over her.

"Because I need it to be perfect, for Hanna."

"You sicken me, you know that?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "I admit that Hanna has sort of turned me into a romantic."

"Sort of."

He laughs again. "You'll get it one day," he offers.

"Get what?"

"The sickening mush of romance. You're like a 12 year old—afraid of cooties."

She just glares at him.

"I'm just saying. The longest relationship you've been in was for five months. And that was in High School."

"Now you really sound like Hanna," Spencer snickers.

He groans, "I know. I hate it," his head shakes.

Spencer laughs some more at her best friend. Almost wishing she could tell him about her stupid, idiotic, misplaced, possible, feelings for Toby Cavanaugh. But she doesn't say anything. It's better off this way.

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