Author's Note: Hey! I know I haven't been back in a while, but I'm working on some personal project (which I hope to make public in the near/distant future) and I have to go back to school next week (boo hoo). I'm glad it seems like some of you guys have found me, and I'm glad you liked the last chapter (not that I'm very surprised).

So this chapter is where stuff actually starts. Let the drama unfold.

Chapter Two

"Spencer, how many boxes of shoes do you have? We might just have to go through your Louboutins, and I might just have to steal some," Hanna said as she dropped a box into Toby's apartment, which was definitely big enough for the two of them.

Spencer rolled her eyes. "They're not shoes, Hanna. They're books," she answered.

Hanna groaned. "Right. If it were Aria, they'd probably be shoes. You're the boring one," she commented.

Spencer glared at her, while Caleb walked past, bringing one of Spencer's boxes into Toby's—and soon, Spencer's, as well—bedroom. That was the last of the boxes from Spencer's apartment. All that was left to do was unpack and return the keys from her old apartment to the landlord.

"Hanna, can you help me unpack? I'm guessing that Caleb doesn't want to sift through my clothes," Spencer said, and Caleb immediately flashed a grateful smile.

Hanna groaned. "Spence, what makes you think that I'd want to look through your clothes, either? Some of it is so boring. Your clothing is so anal and refined," she commented.

"Well, on one of my mother's guilt-trips to New York, she went on a shopping spree down Fashion Avenue, and if you help me organize our closet, you can keep a pair of Manolos," Spencer announced, knowing this would work.

Hanna looked her up and down. "Last season or this season?" she asked with her best poker face on.

"This season," Spencer answered with a smirk. "Only the best for Veronica Hastings."

Hanna glared at her. "Fine. But I get any pair of Manolos I want. And if you throw in a Rebecca Minkoff, I will color coordinate yours and Toby's closet," she said, sweetening the deal.

Spencer extended her hand. "Hanna, we have a deal."

Hanna shook it, smirking. "I think that my closet will be looking spruced up tonight."

"Spencer! How could you put crimson next to maroon when it obviously goes next to carmine?" Hanna questioned as she grabbed a dress from my hand. She sighed as she put it in her proper spot. "Sweetie, I don't know what you'd do without me," she commented. Hanna brushed an unruly strand of blond hair away from her eye, stepping back to examine her work. She smiled at the result. "Consider this my early engagement present for the soon-to-be fiancés. You lovebirds make me sick."

Spencer rolled her eyes. "What is with your obsessive need to put Toby and I together? Why do you want us to get married so much?" she inquired.

"Because there are some couples who once the two people are together, you can tell that you're already in it for the long haul. You and Toby are one of those couples. I personally think that Toby should've done it the second he met you," Hanna said.

Spencer was about to protest when there was a knock on the door. She simply stood there.

"Aren't you going to get it?" Hanna asked.

Spencer snapped out of her little daydream. "Right. This is my apartment now, too," she said. Suddenly, she was a little calmer, simply thinking of him. "This is our apartment," she repeated.

Hanna pushed her out of another mini-daydream by shoving her towards the door. Spencer stumbled as she made her way to the door. She looked through the peephole. She saw a girl with dirty blond-brown hair and blue eyes in front of the door. Hanna looked at her expectantly.

"Who is it?" she asked.

Spencer shrugged, confused herself. "It's a girl."

"Uh-oh," Hanna murmured, already not liking where this is going.

Spencer decided to open up. The girl looked a little surprised to see her.

"Can I help you?" Spencer mustered. She was secretly hoping that if she was in any way connected to Toby, she was a long lost sister or something. Please don't let it be an ex…or worse…

"Oh, I must have the wrong apartment. I'm looking for Toby Cavanaugh," she commented.

Spencer nodded slightly. "He lives here. He's not here right now." She tried to figure out what to say next. "Who are you?" she inquired as politely as she could possibly be.

"I've just been looking for him. When he gets back, can you give him this number and tell him that Chanel is back in Rosewood? I've been meaning to talk to him for a long time. I've put it off for too long," the girl said.

Spencer took the number. She nodded slightly, not offering any emotion to this girl. She quickly closed the door.

"Who was she?" Hanna asked.

Spencer shrugged, looking down at the number again. "She said her name is Chanel and she asked me to give Toby her number. She told me to tell him she was back in Rosewood and that she needed to speak to him," she explained.

"Are you going to do it?" Hanna inquired.

"Why shouldn't I?"

Hanna sighed. Spencer was so naïve. "It's probably an ex who wants to get back with Toby! I mean, can you really blame her? He's hot and sweet. And you didn't even mention that you're his current girlfriend!" Hanna scolded.

Spencer suddenly began feeling more self-conscious. "I'm not going to keep this from Toby. That'll just cause more trouble. Whatever happens happens," she supposed.

Hanna became softer. "I didn't mean it like that, Spence. If she is an ex, they're exes for a reason. Toby probably dumped her ass. Besides, she kind of gave off that bitchy vibe," she assured Spencer.

Still, she was a little unsure of herself.

Spencer was examining the piece of paper, as if she hoped it would tell her something about this mysterious girl. All that was on the ripped out piece of notebook paper was a phone number, and the name "Chanel".

She began thinking about what she could possibly want from Toby and if she should be concerned. She didn't even hear the door open and someone walk in.

"Spence?"

Spencer broke out of her reverie, looking up at Toby. She smiled when she saw him, getting up off the couch. She hugged him before giving him a kiss.

"I could get used to coming home to you every day," Toby jested.

Spencer smiled. There was still doubt in her mind, going back to that stupid piece of paper. "I could get used to being here all the time," she said, sitting back down on the couch, trying to entice him. She finally just pulled him closer to her. She kissed him again. "I think you should take a shower," she began, before kissing him, and continuing, "and then we can have dinner…and then…well, I should probably stop before I get ahead of myself." She had a smirk on her face, and he knew exactly what she was insinuating.

Toby kissed her once more. "We'll see. I'm going to take a shower now," he informed her. He noticed Spencer was now in the mood for sex all the time, ever since their first time together. But he didn't really mind very much.

Spencer watched him go. She still had no idea what to do about the dilemma. She sighed, trying to figure out what to do.

She heard the water come on in the bathroom, and assumed Toby was taking a shower. She walked over near the door. "Toby? I think I'm going to get takeout. What do you want?" she asked.

"Whatever you want, Spencer," he replied.

"Is Thai okay?" she asked.

"That's fine, Spence."

Spencer walked in to the apartment to see Toby standing in the apartment, faced away from the door, clad in only a towel. It was clear he had just gotten out of the shower. Spencer knew how he liked to take long showers.

She had this urge to rip his towel off right then and there. She put the bag down, certain he hadn't even heard her come in.

Toby jumped when he heard the bag rustle. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand. The piece of paper Chanel—whoever she was—handed her that afternoon.

"Toby?" she asked with concern. She really hoped he wasn't angry.

He held the piece of paper up so she could see it. "How did you get this?" he asked. He didn't sound angry or upset. He just sounded…nervous.

"I was here with Hanna sorting through our clothes, putting my things away, and someone knocked on the door. I answered, and it was some girl named Chanel? She said she wanted to see you, and she needed to say something. She wanted me to give you her phone number," Spencer announced.

Toby looked the number over, before he ripped the paper twice.

"Toby?"

Toby sighed, sitting down on the couch. "Chanel is my ex-girlfriend."

Spencer was confused. Supposedly, when she met Toby, he hadn't been in a serious relationship for quite some time. "Ex-girlfriend?" She tried her hardest not to come off as the jealous girlfriend, but was finding it increasingly hard, as she remembered how pretty this girl was…prettier than her.

"She was my girlfriend in college, and we ended it two years ago. I ended it, actually. She was just…pushing me into things I wasn't comfortable with. I didn't want that," he explained.

Spencer nodded, understanding. "I was going to tell you; I swear. I didn't really know how to, but I was going to during dinner, I guess," she said, her voice uncertain.

He nodded. After a moment of thinking, he brought her closer to him. "I don't want to talk about her anymore. I don't need her, and I don't want you to get nervous about this. I already have everything I could've ever wanted," he insisted before he kissed her.

Spencer smiled as she kissed him back. "Now that that's out of the way, you can see how Hanna and I arranged the closet. She insisted on color coordinating it," Spencer told him.

Toby groaned. "I'm scared, Spencer."

Spencer frowned. "Why? I promise, it's not that bad. Hanna isn't nearly as anal about her clothes as I am," she promised. "Besides, now when you step into your closet, you'll remember that I live here now, too," she reminded him.

"How could I forget when I'm already warming up to the idea of waking up to you in my arms every morning and you haven't even spent your first night here?" he questioned, taking her hand as she pulled him towards their room.

She smiled. "Have you forgotten that we've spent several nights here together since Tiffany's wedding?" she teased.

"I could never forget that, but this will be your first night living here. This is the first night that this is your bedroom, that's your bed, this is your apartment," he reminded her.

"That this is also my closet?" she questioned.

Toby nodded and sighed. "That this is your closet."

"Okay, I think I've done enough teasing. Can I just show you already? It's not that bad; I promise," she repeated for about the zillionth time.

"Just show me, Spencer."

Spencer opened the closet door and turned on the light. Lo and behold, their clothes were separated neatly; Toby's side was on the right, and Spencer's was on the left. Furthermore, Hanna had color coordinated each side. Their shoes were lined up neatly on the closet floor. She even took the liberty of organizing the drawers according to color and article of clothing. Needless to say, Hanna certainly earned those Manolos and that Rebecca Minkoff.

"It's not that bad, Toby," Spencer insisted.

"No, it's just…weird looking at it."

Spencer raised her eyebrow. "Really? I thought it would've been more aesthetically pleasing. I mean, now the color kind of shifts easily from one shade to another—"

Toby cut her off with him shaking his head. "That's not why it's weird. It's…different seeing someone else's clothing in my closet."

Spencer held her breath, biting her lip before he went on. "I like things being different. It's good," he added.

Spencer exhaled a little sigh of relief. "Really? Good, because I was worried that maybe you were having second thoughts and—"

"Spencer?"

She stopped herself. "What?"

"I could never have second thoughts about this. Also, one more thing."

She waited expectantly.

"You talk a lot," he commented teasingly.

She rolled her eyes. "So I've heard. And I babble when I get nervous."

Toby came closer to her. She felt her heartbeat quicken and those ninth grade butterflies come back. "And I happen to get nervous a lot when I'm around you," she commented quickly.

Toby simply kissed her on the lips. "You don't have to," he reminded her quietly.

She nodded, looking down. "I know. But I still do."

He sighed slightly. Before he thought it through, he picked her up and brought her out to the bedroom, placing her on the bed. She looked at him expectantly.

"Was there a reason you had to do that?" she asked.

He shrugged. "No reason. But this room has a bed," he answered. "And beds make…certain tasks a little bit easier."

She smiled. "You sound kind of like me," she teased.

"We've been rubbing off a lot on each other, haven't we?" he asked.

She nodded before kissing him.

So um, yup, Toby's ex is trying to get back in his life, and her name is Chanel, 'cause she's a Primadonna. And Spoby's getting a little bit more domestic, which is really cute, but now I'm freaking out because it might ACTUALLY be happening when PLL gets back! I mean, Marlene knew she was going to drive Spobettes crazy when she decided that she would drop that someone (i.e, one of the liars) is moving in with someone! And then someone (I think Keegan) posted a picture of Troian (Spencer) standing in the doorway of Toby's apartment (and that's undeniable) WITH A FREAKING SUITCASE. Let the freaking out commence.

Calm down, Kayson.

Spobyforever259: Oh my god, I was reading your review on my phone and it bleeped out what you said because you said "hard on". This site is a little pervy...I'm pretty sure that's not what you meant! Anyway, thanks for your faith in me, and I'm sure it won't be that bad, but I hate hype. Like, if I say stuff like "Oh mah gosh, the next chapter is AMAYYYYZINGGGG", and people get these high expectations, I don't want to let them down. So from now on...nobody expect anything from me so you can be totally surprised. Kay.

muviri: Thank you! I've tried to make it as continuous as possible, but I almost feel like this is a little foreign.

Sylviecake231: Thank you so much. I swear, you are one of my favorite writers on this site, just from that one Spoby story. I just like it so much.

Guest (Annabelle): I'm glad you like the fluff, because I've written fluff about a grand total of ~3 times. I'm always writing angst, so writing fluff is weird for me. I'm happy it didn't suck :)

glitterrain99: Writing is definitely natural for me. I think you're the writer (I'm sorry, I can't check now as I have no Wi-Fi, and I'll probably forget to check when I post this) who wrote (or is writing) the three-shot about Ezra's, Caleb's, and Toby's daughters. I loved that story! By the way, I think it's total BS that you got a review from someone who says you have to take the story down or your account will be terminated; I've seen multiple stories (like more than half of the Spoby stories I've read) that have lyrics of a song in them and I have NEVER seen any response like that one. Anyway, I think you're a great writer, too (the Caleb part especially made me really happy). If you're not the person who posted that...I'm really sorry for making us both feel pretty awkward. :/

spobettes: Thanks! I know that several people have been waiting for this moment to happen. I'm so happy you liked this chapter (but I really liked it, too).

dreamcatch3r: Yes, it probably is the calm before the storm :)

Spoby101: I LOVE YOU, TOO!

Sunset13: Thank you so much. And I can't get over how much I like your icon. I love the Unholy Trinity (Santana and Quinn are my favs. Santana, Quinn, and Rachel are my favorite characters on Glee...and Kurt).

Note: This is to everyone who responded to me about the school production. I really hate that I asked you, because right after I kind of put it out there, I realized my decision. I don't think I really want to do this. Don't get me wrong, I love musical theater probably about as much (if not more than) as writing, but right now, I don't feel it's the right choice for me. It's something I would like doing if I didn't feel it was time wasted. I have too much going on right now (mentally, emotionally, educationally) to really give my all into it. I'd rather spend my time practicing my music, writing, studying, working on that project (which one day, you will hear about), as opposed to swaying in the background humming show tunes very softly. I realize that really makes me seem like a primadonna (I identify as having a bit of Rachel Berry in me, myself), but know that I would gladly do it if I felt like this was something I really wanted, but it isn't. I honestly don't even know if I'd want to do it if I got a big role. Sorry I made you guys give your two cents, but I guess it's what I've decided. Also, doing that would probably give me little to no time here, and I don't really want to do that to you or to myself.

Well, wish me good luck, because I need it to deal with school. Is it to much to hope that some people grew up going from middle school to high school? Probably, but I'll cross my fingers anyway.

Bye! If I get like seven more reviews (because I know at least seven of you are reading), I'll put up Chapter Three. I'm just so excited to reach a thousand views! I think I'm up to about five hundred, so like half-way there. I think Begin Again has gotten almost twenty-thousand! -Kayson