Author's Note: Don't talk to me. Kayson is very mad right now. She is so mad that she is referring to herself in the third person like a psychopath. She is likely not going to stop because her brain is not working right and the simple act of looking at a computer screen is hurting her brain. You should all be damn thankful that she is writing this right now because she does not feel like dealing with the world today. She's very Irgitated.

Chapter Eighteen

"You know what's funny? I feel like you know everything about my relationship with Andrew, yet I know next to nothing about your relationship with Chanel," Spencer said absentmindedly.

Toby contemplated whether or not he should address that comment, probably opening up a can of worms, or simply ignore it. "I didn't think it really mattered."

"Well…it kind of does. I mean, she was your last serious relationship, right?" she asked.

He looked at her, this time with more concern. "Spencer…my relationship with her happened a while ago. We dated when I was twenty-one, five years ago. She's insignificant in my life." He got up, sitting down next to her and taking her hand. "You're important, much more important than she was and she ever will be. You are my life," he insisted as he burrowed his head into her neck.

Absentmindedly, he began rubbing her left ring finger. Spencer noticed and immediately felt guilty.

Tiffany watched Hanna paint her nails a baby blue color. Just as she finished, Hanna began to blow on them, hoping to speed up the process of drying.

"So where is everyone else?"

Hanna shrugged. "Where's your husband? I feel like I've seen him five times since you've gotten married," she joked.

Tiffany picked at her nail. "He's working," she responded.

Hanna nodded. "Caleb should be coming soon. I have no idea when Em is coming, but she'll probably be here soon, too. I think Jason and Aria said they were taking Cassidy to see Aria's parents. Spencer and Toby will hopefully be here soon, too," she explained.

"I'm kind of nervous about Spencer and Toby. It's like fate hates them," Tiffany said.

"I know. But…they love each other. They should be okay. I'm just glad they could work things out after Toby proposed to her and she said no," Hanna replied optimistically.

Tiffany nodded in agreement.

There was some awkward silence before Hanna spoke. "So where are we ordering from?"

Tiffany shrugged. "Where do you want to order from? I'm sure the others will be fine with whatever," she said.

Hanna thought for a minute. "Sushi?"

Tiffany bit her lip. "Actually, can we get something else? I don't really feel like sushi tonight," she explained.

Hanna looked at her strangely before nodding. "Do you want to order Chinese?" she suggested.

Spencer and Toby sat outside Tiffany and Shane's house for a few minutes. There were a few moments of awkward silence.

"I need to tell you something, Spence," he said, breaking the first bout of silence.

She looked at him expectantly.

"I need to go to New York City next weekend to take this architecture test."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why do you have to go all the way to New York City?"

He shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea, but that's what I was told. I need to get my architecture license so I can finally work on my own."

"Have you been working with a partner this whole time and I've just been completely oblivious?" she asked, half-joking.

"No, but I'm working under someone else's name," he explained.

"Is that even legal?"

He nodded. "But now I'll finally be able to work independently. That is, if I can pass this test," he explained.

Spencer smiled. "I'm sure you will, Toby. You're smart and I'm sure you'll pass," she insisted as she touched his hand.

He let out a small laugh. "Well, I'm no Spencer, but I think I stand a good chance."

Caleb and Emily brought in the Chinese food, setting the large bags down on the counter. Tiffany and Hanna piped up when they saw the two of them.

"Do you think we got enough for the six of us?" Tiffany asked.

"Six?" Caleb inquired.

Hanna nodded. "Yeah, six. Spencer and Toby are coming. I thought I told you," she said.

Caleb scoffed. "Yeah, like you ever tell me anything."

Hanna rolled her eyes before continuing to help Emily and Tiffany take out all the food and put it on the counter.

A minute later, there was a knock at the door, and Tiffany immediately ran to get it, finding the lovebirds in question there. She let them in, smiling when she led them back to the group. Hanna had opened a bottle of red wine to go with the food. She pulled out six glasses, before Tiffany piped up.

"Oh, Hanna? I'm not drinking tonight," she announced.

Hanna raised an eyebrow. Someone not drinking? That's odd.

"Yeah, you can put away another glass, too. I'm not drinking, either," Spencer said before she let go of Toby's hand to join the group.

Hanna found this oddly suspicious, but didn't waste time in pouring wine for the rest of them before taking a swig of her own glass.

"You guys just ordered everything, didn't you?" Toby asked as he looked at the whole counter full of food. Emily had already filled a plate and was looking for a pair of chopsticks in the bag.

Five minutes later, everyone was seated around the island, eating. Caleb was attempting to show Hanna how to use the chopsticks, but eventually, Hanna just got sick of it and ended up stabbing her pieces of meat with the sticks, trying to just pick them up and put them in her mouth. Caleb gave up with trying to help her.

Mindless chatter ensued between mostly everyone, but Tiffany remained oddly silent.

Finally, someone picked up on this.

"Tiff? Are you okay?" Emily asked.

Tiffany nodded before straightening up. "I actually have something that I sort of wanted to tell everyone," she said. Everyone looked at her expectantly. "I'm pregnant," she said after a moment of excruciating silence.

There were mixed reactions. Immediately, Hanna and Spencer were really happy and excited for her, while Caleb and Emily were a bit calmer about things. Toby took the longest to wrap his head around it. He supposed that since he was like a brother to her, it was weird to even consider anybody impregnating her (since he knew how babies came about).

He pushed the odd feelings aside and congratulated her.

Tiffany suddenly felt a lot better. She hated having to keep it from her friends, even if only for a short time.

She looked from Toby to Hanna, then over to Spencer. She didn't miss Spencer taking Toby's hand after she made her announcement.

Tiffany furrowed her eyebrows. She also didn't miss the meaningful look Spencer gave him shortly after her announcement.

Wait a minute!

Was there something here that everyone else was missing?

Hanna and Caleb had stuck around to help Tiffany clean up after Spencer, Toby, and Emily had left.

Hanna and Tiffany were washing the dishes as Caleb had gone to take out the garbage.

"How many months are you?" Hanna asked as she washed the last glass and handed it to Tiffany.

Tiffany, still contemplating Spencer and Toby's odd behavior from earlier, wasn't really paying attention. "Oh, um…two months, I think. I've known for like a week," she mumbled as she continued to dry the dishes.

Hanna noticed the odd behavior in her friend. "Are you okay, Tiff? You seem a bit off. Is this just pregnancy hormones?" she asked, half-joking.

Tiffany bit her lip before putting the glass down. "I don't know, maybe it was just me…was Spencer acting weird to you tonight?"

Hanna turned off the water, not really facing Tiffany. "A little bit, I guess. But you know she's going through a lot. With Andrew being an asshole and Chanel being a bitch, I can't really blame her. Maybe she's just dealing with the stress of all that crap and planning Aria's wedding on top of it all."

She thought about it a bit longer. "I guess you're right, Hanna. But I'm kind of worried about her. And Toby, too. I'm always worried about him."

Hanna turned around to look at Tiffany as she put the rag where it originally was. "Why are you so worried about him?" she asked cautiously.

Tiffany shrugged, crossing her arms. "Just because he's like a brother to me. And you know…he's Toby. Sometimes he's too sweet for his own good. You know, he's one of those people who believes everyone is good on the inside. He's a big believer in forgiveness; he doesn't realize that sometimes, there's no hope," she said absentmindedly.

Hanna squinted her blue eyes, trying to figure out what Tiffany was trying to say. "Was there something hidden in that?" she asked.

"No. I'm just worried about him sometimes."

Spencer walked into their apartment first. She turned around to see Toby there. She stopped in the kitchen, hoping to question him more about this trip that he neglected to tell her about.

"So when are you going, exactly?" she asked.

"Next weekend."

She nodded. "And you staying late and working extra hours? That was you studying, wasn't it?"

He nodded. "Among other things. Planning the proposal."

Pang. Another dose of poison to her heart. "Toby, I—"

"If you're going to apologize again, you don't have to. We already talked about this," he said before beginning to make his way to their bedroom.

"No, but we didn't really talk about it. You dismissed it. I don't want to feel like I'm rejecting you. I love you so much. But I'm not ready," she said.

"I know that. You've said it, and I understand. I don't blame you and I shouldn't have rushed into things so quickly." He paused before looking her over once more and speaking again. "Maybe this distance is what we need right now."

"We already had distance!" she exclaimed, not really yelling at anybody in particular, but wanting to get her frustration out. "Please. I don't like it. I miss you. I just wish things could go back to the way they were," she pleaded.

"But they can't go back now. We need to learn to move forward," he said before going into their bedroom.

"But we can't move forward until we deal with this. We can't just push it aside. I hate this. I feel like when we make up, we're not really making up," she said with a pout.

He sighed. "Why is that, Spencer?"

She opened her mouth, a small noise coming out. She just sighed for an answer. "I think you may be right; I'm overreacting," she mumbled.

It seemed she was the only one who realized that wasn't the truth.

Addictedtospoby: Do you know what I'm addicted to? Orange juice. Cheesecake. Chocolate. Cookies. Mocha. Whipped cream. I can't have any of this and it makes me really depressed. I can't eat anything delicious anymore and it makes me really sad. I love you.

eveningshades1107: I'm praying to Vanderjesus that pizza is made a vegetable because I cannot deal with this crap anymore. I'm also praying to Vanderjesus that somebody will find a way to let you eat everything you want without gaining weight, because that would be cool. And I was thinking of Coco Chanel, kind of like Cocoa Puffs, kind of like cuckoo for cocoa puffs, so we could call her cuckoo Chanel. Did you know that processed foods reduce sperm count? Maybe Chanel was making him lay off all of that crap so she could get preggers. I don't know. I've thought about it. If she did get preggers (which we know she didn't now), it must've been awesome because she had an excuse to eat everything. Flipping amazing. Does an Ezbian have anything to do with a Thespian and does a Thespian have anything to do with chocolate cheesecake and where can I get that because I want it NOW. And yes, that is the moral of the chapter, just like the moral of my life is that we can't have nice things because they just get taken away from us. Forget all of this.

Spobyforever259: You know why I'm freaking out? SUGAR WITHDRAWAL AND THE TERMINATION OF MY LIFE. That's my problem. But we somehow managed to get over yours. Be happy, okay! I can't be... *crying*

Girlz-Rule: I'm not okay, either...

AL3110: Here comes AL, being the smart-ass she is...

Guest: They will, but as for me...I'm toast. Actually, I'm not. I wish I could have toast. And gummi bears. And cinnamon buns. And chocolate. And fro yo, but it's not happening. You got your wish. All I want for Christmukkah is pizza and bagels and pizza bagels and every kind of dessert under the sun. Especially French chocolate crème pie. Thank you very much, Love.

Guest: Thank you. I am in love with Marina and the Diamonds, French fries, and probably Swoozie.

Guest (Spoby shipper): Cliffies. Fun. Cliff bars. Not fun. They remind me why I needed to start eating them in the first place.

Guest (Thankful reader): I will cry rivers of happiness if I miraculously loose a ton of weight and am able to eat whatever I want without someone thinking I'm a lard or something. That'll make me happy. But you got your wish. Congrats.

LynnLayne18: No, you have not reviewed, just like I have not eaten anything delicious. Thank you for trusting me, but I do not trust myself with any good, unhealthy food. Chanel reminds me of chocolate, so let's please not discuss her.

bluebird10023: I make no promises since I cannot train my eyes to focus on the screen without a massive headache and I still need to finish Chapter 19. I'll try to upload again before I go to London, but no promises.

cupcakecat2000: Damn, your username reminds me of how addicting and how much I wish I could have a cupcake right now...

I promise, I'm not a part of the foodinati or something like that. I know I made food references to all of my replies, but I have low-blood sugar and I cannot eat any sugar anymore. Well, I can't eat any extra sugar, which means I have to eat healthy stuff. Tonight's dinner was some kind of chicken with spaghetti squash and salad. Damn salad. Do you feel me? I don't like green stuff. It makes me feel stabby.

Before any of you mock me, I am having a hard time even writing this God-forsaken thing you're looking at right now, so you should all be damn thankful...I just didn't want to leave you guys hanging...

I don't care how many reviews I get. I'd like to see at least 200, but damn it, I don't care anymore...nothing matters except for yummy, delicious food I can no longer stuff my face with. WAH. -Low-Blood Sugar Kayson