She stares at the blackened sky. But tonight, out of all nights, it didn't seem so dark. The way the stars of light danced and shinned was remarkable, beautifully haunting. To know there was so much more out there than anyone even knew was so mysterious. What could possibly be out there? Was there something stronger than love, stronger than every human's feeling? She may never know what was out in the world, but she knew she had something special here, lying in the field.

Something was different, something was born on that simple night. She couldn't put it into words, but she felt it in her soul. She was possibly in love, but she knew better than to use that word. She had to wait. And she would for Toby.

He lightly brought something over to her. The crunch of broken grass crumbled under his shoes, and the breeze drifted through his hair, bringing the fresh scent of leather and a strange woodsy scent over to her. It was nice. Even with closed eyes, she knew it was him. Her arms touched the grass, it was smooth and swift, and soft against her back. She sits up when he sits next to her, and Toby smiles. "Here." He says, handing her a plastic squared case. A CD. "What is this?" Spencer asks, as he lies down onto the grass. He folds his hands behind his head.

"I said I'd bring you the best CD if you let me see you, so, there it is." He explains easily. Spencer looks at the CD she held in-between her hands, and she reads the writing cautiously. She read them softly. "Sleeping at Last?" She asks. He nods from the ground, a half-smile on his lips. She had never heard of them, maybe they were some kind of rock band…?

"They sound… intriguing." She says, trying to seem blown-away, but she just had no idea who they were. Toby sits up, and he looks her in the eyes jokingly. "You've never heard of them, have you?" He asks, his voice forgiving. She shrugs, and she looks down.

"You'll love it. I guarantee it." He says, pushing his shoulder lightly into hers. It sends a shockwave of calm into her, swirling through her core. He sees her suck in her breath just at his touch, and he looks down at his shoes. He has his legs bent, his feet planted to the ground in front of them. Spencer has her legs laid straight out, and she balances herself slowly back onto her elbows. She sets the CD next to her, and she touches his shoulder back with hers.

"Thank you, Toby. Really, I'm sorry I can't help you at your loft, I'm sure you could use all the help you could get." She apologizes, but he shakes his head forgivingly. "Stop it, Spencer. You've already helped me more than you know." He says confidently, looking at her. His eyes are still bright, the brightest she's ever seen them even in the pitch darkness of the night.

She blushes as he looks at her, her heart beating loudly. She felt so precious for once, she was precious to him. She could tell by the way he looks at her. She breathes in, and she closes her eyes. She can tell he is watching her, by the way he stays silent.

"What is it?" He asks, when she stays like that. She just smiles, opening her eyes gently. She stares forward at the shadow trees, some lightened up by the sky. "It's just so beautiful out here. It's the best." She says. He doesn't say anything, she continues to stare, until she feels his hand touch hers. "It's just a small touch at first, but then his hand coils under hers, interlocking their fingers.

She feels heat rise to her cheeks, and she looks at him. He smiles at her just with the corner of his mouth, and she slowly leans into his side, resting her head onto his shoulder. His arm uncoils from her hand, and moves to behind her back, holding her against him. She wants to stay like that forever. She doesn't want to go home and face reality again, she doesn't want any of that. She just wanted this, this simple moment that was so complex and untouchable.

She still has his jacket on, but it doesn't keep a barrier between how close she feels to him. She wanted to be a part of his world, whether it was painting a wall, or just sitting here like they were now. She also wanted to know him, she felt so strongly about him, but she still didn't know a lot about his life.

"Toby, do you mind me asking you something?" Spencer asks, her voice smaller. He nods against her forehead. She sighs. "I… heard about someone named Jenna, and, I"-

"Don't." He says, interrupting her thoughts. She freezes, but he doesn't let her go. He doesn't freak out, he just stays still. "I don't want to be pitied. Especially from you." He says calmly, but his voice suggests his a bit caught off guard and is uneasy by the way his arms tighten. Spencer swallows, and she asks in a whisper,

"But, is it true…? About…?" She begins, but doesn't know how to finish her question without mentioning the word "Molested" or "Assaulted". But Toby sighs, and he lets her go. She feels him slip away, and he pulls his legs to his chest, and she sits away from him, facing him. He rocks slowly. She feels so much hurt for him, his eyes that were bright now curtained but something sorrowful, something pained.

"Who told you?" He asks, his eyes focused on the beaten down grass from his weight. A flattened tone was is his voice. Spencer hesitates, feeling cold even in his jacket at the moment, but he waits. "It was just a rumor, I heard from a friend. I didn't believe it, and I just had to ask… I'm sorry."

She looks away from him, and she does the same as Toby, pulling her legs to her chest, the once nice breeze turning chilling to the bone cold. She hears Toby move next to her, and she feels his hand on her back. She feels heat in her eyes, and she doesn't know what it is until she feels wet tears fall down her face.

Toby looks at her, and she turns her head farther away from his view, her hair falling in front of her face. How could she be such an idiot? Of course she shouldn't have asked, it was uncomfortable for him, she knew it was, she was so self-centered…

But Toby scoots closer to her, and he pries her hands away from her face. She lets him easily, his fingers around her wrists. "Hey, no… Why are you crying?" He asks, his voice hurt. His eyes are gloomy and pleading for her answer, the blue in his eyes now shaded to a gray.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked in, in the first place…" She mopes, her voice coming out in ragged breaths. He rubs her back, and she is caught off guard, when he pulls her in against his chest. She feels tears come easier. She laughs weakly against his chest, and he sighs. "I'm sorry, I usually don't cry in front of anyone." She cries, her voice muffled by her tears.

She sniffles gently now, and he keeps her held against his side until her small sniffles ease into breaths. "I'm sorry, Spencer. I just haven't talked to anyone… about it. Jenna, she and I are complicated. What she did to me is something I'll never forget, never forgive. I just, I hate thinking about it. It disgusts me." He says out loud, as if for the first time, like he was finally letting go some of his pain. As if he trusted her.

"Toby, you don't have to tell me this…" She begins, not that she didn't want to hear what he had to say, it's just that she didn't want to make him uncomfortable, especially if what he was saying was true. He nods at first, and he looks down. He continues to look down in a melancholy way, until he says,

"I want to though. I… I haven't had anyone in my life really," He begins, looking at her now from under his shadowed face, "until you came along. I have never felt this comfortable talking to someone in a long time."

Spencer nods, understandingly, snuggling into his shoulder. "I'm here for you, Toby." She says in a whisper, and he leans his head against hers, and he nods. "I know."

They stay quiet for a few minutes, until Toby stretches. Spencer moves her body away from his. He groans, as he stands up. "What?" She asks him, still sitting on the ground. He shrugs. "I have to get you home. It's almost twelve." He says, peeling a phone from his front pocket. It's a car-green phone, a smartphone. Spencer reaches into her back pocket, but remembers her parents took away her phone.

She rolls her eyes when she remembers how much drama was going on at home, and she stands up. She wipes her hands on her pants, some pebbles of stone impaled into her palm, creating small pale dents.

Toby begins to walk towards his bike, and Spencer picks up her new CD. She rushes to get over to him, and he slides onto the motorcycle easily, Spencer slipping on after slides her helmet on. He revs up his motorcycle, and Spencer clamps her hands around his waist, her CD she slid into a leather pocket on the motorcycle.

The motorcycle hums through the night, its fumes filling the earthy scent. Toby turns his head to make sure she is seated, and she nods her helmeted head against his back. With a twist of his hand, and a swift kick of the kickstand, he swiftly turns the bike around, and heads down the narrow pale path through the woods. She could never get used to the adrenaline that ran through her veins just at the feeling of how close she was to death, just one fall or one accident could send her life to another place, but that was the excitement of it all.

It seems like time goes by too fast, and she feels desperation growing on her, knowing she will soon be home, and back in her complicated life. Her hands tighten around Toby, and he seems to acknowledge her uncomfortable grip; so he slows down the speed into an easy pace, since no one was around her street at the time.

House after house slide past them, each their own story, own world. Some people had money, some don't. Some houses were painted a fresh white, while others were crumbling into cracks along the edges. The bike moved slower, and the wind was now calm enough for her to breathe steadily. She keeps her hands closely wrapped over his stomach, his fast heartbeat in a way settling to her. Just being with him had a settling affect for her.

But, to her disappointment, time only goes forward, and so does life. So, sooner or later she would reach her house, but she wasn't expecting the immediate feeling of loss in her stomach knowing she had to leave.

Toby breaks the bike easily, the engine cutting dead. She sighs, and she slides off the bike swiftly, removing the helmet, holding it in her hand. She hands it over to him, and Toby takes it gently. His hair is messy, but it was a nice add to him. "I had a great time with you, Spencer." He exclaims, his voice full of ease and gentleness. Spencer nods, smiling. "Yeah, me too."

They stay quiet for a moment, until Spencer grabs the CD from the leather pocket on the motorcycle. He watches her, but doesn't say anything. "And, thank you. For the CD." She says. Toby nods, and he says, "Anytime. Are you sure you'll be okay here?" His voice raises in concern, his focused eyes on hers.

Spencer hesitates, and he clocks it. She then walks off the sidewalk, and she kisses him on the cheek gently, and then she pulls away. He is slightly flustered, his cheeks growing a light red. It was cute, he was blushing. "I'll be okay. I should, probably get inside…" She says, turning her head to the old white house.

Toby turns his motorcycle on, and he revs it slightly. "Yeah, I understand." He says, looking down. Spencer shivers slightly, and she realizes she still had on his jacket. "Oh, Toby, your jacket," but he shakes his head, "Keep it. You might get cold again." Spencer sighs, and she smiles, "Toby, I already have one of your sweaters, remember?" He nods, his eyes gazing into hers. "Yeah, but the jacket looks better on you anyways. Really, keep it, Spencer." They both stay quiet for a moment, and Spencer turns and looks quickly at the gate.

"Thanks for everything, Toby," and she turns, and begins to walk shyly towards the black gate. But her pace is stopped short when she hears his voice frantically call, "Wait!"

Spencer stops, and turns around. He is still on his motorcycle, but he seems close to her in a way. "You know I'm here for you, right?" He is uneasy, like he was worried something may happen to her. She sighs, and she nods. "I know, thank you Toby." He has a look of slight relief in his eyes, she could see that even in the dark. "I really appreciate your company."

He smiles, and he shakes his head, but she it makes her ask, "What?"

He looks up, and he calls back to her, "You're different, Spencer Hastings. I like it. I like you." His voice becomes more sure as he speaks, and she blushes. "I like you too, Toby. I'll see you around?" She asks, a little concerned about when she would see him again. She… was sort of his girlfriend, right? But it was just one kiss, one hell of a kiss. One beautiful kiss…

"I guarantee it. I'll email you later, okay?" Toby runs the motorcycle again, and it pops with gasoline. Spencer calls back, "Okay." Toby looks at her for a moment, as if he was thinking of something else to say, but he just happily says, "Goodbye, Spencer."

Spencer feels a pit in her stomach, when would she see him again? But she is consent, with what had happened that night, and how it would end. "Goodbye, Toby."

As he began to drive away, she watched with saddened eyes as he figure became farther and farther away, deep into the depths of the blackened night. Even after the lights were long from gone, she still stood still, as if her mind was rejecting the fact that he was really gone.

The chilly air makes her nose sting, so she hesitantly turns around, forcing her feet to go towards the gate lock. She dialed in the same boring numbers, and the gate clicked open. She pushed it gently open, a slight creak of metal rubbing together sounding from the action. The gate into her own personal hell. The gate that would force her to enter the house where she would have to lie down for unsteady sleep, and face the struggles of the next day to come.

The door was luckily quiet as she opened it to her house. A breeze of the leather scent was inhaled by her, the smell of the couches and a hint of expensive wine. Her mother must've had a drink before Spencer had left to see Toby.

She easily slipped upstairs, praying Melissa was asleep. Her door was the first one once she got upstairs, and she saw the lights were on from under Melissa's door. Spencer drew in her breath, as if just taking a breath would make Melissa know exactly where she had been. She quickly paced into her own room, closing her door behind her. She switched her lights on, and she gasped when a dark gloomy figure stood from the corner of her room, their dark brown hair pulled back into a messy bun. It was her sister, with a accusing look on her face, her arms crossed.

"Melissa?" Spencer gasps. "What are you doing in my room?" Her sister lifts an eyebrow, and her voice comes out straight-forward and firm. Spencer sets the CD from Toby on her dresser as she leans against it. "Where have you been?" Melissa commands. Spencer looks down, looking back and forth from the closet to her dresser. "It's not really any of your business." She says quickly, then peers at her sister.

Melissa stifles a rude laugh, and she takes three steps towards Spencer, making her cringe in guilt. "You were off seeing some guy, weren't you?" She asks, her eyes watching her every move like a hawk. Spencer crosses her arms, furrowing her eyes at her sister. She was not going to let her win this one. "How would you even know?" Spencer asks, leaning towards Melissa angrily.

Melissa just sighs, and shakes her head. "I can even smell his aftershave on you, Spencer. And is that a hint of cologne? And I'm pretty sure you're not wearing a guy's leather jacket to make a fashion statement." Spencer's eyes widen, and she almost had completely forgotten about his jacket. Spencer feels her arms fall to her sides, and she knows there's no way she's not getting out of this one.

"Fine, you win." Spencer says under her breath. Melissa smiles deviously in satisfaction, and she rolls her eyes. "So who is it?" She asks, leaning now against Spencer's bed.

Spencer stands away from her dresser, now standing completely still. "Why would you care, Melissa? Why are you really in here? To go tell Mom and Dad that I'm sneaking out?" Spencer feels her voice raising in intensity.

Melissa looks down, folding her hands into each other. Her blue sweater is loose on her and one side of it falls off her shoulder. "I wasn't going to tell Mom and Dad." She says under her breath. Spencer almost laughs, she can't believe what she's hearing. "What?" She asks in clear disbelief.

"I think it's cool. It's scandalous." Melissa says, and she stands up as she gives Spencer a teasing smile. She walks past Spencer, and Spencer turns and watches her as she slips out her door, holding it open and looking at her as she says, "Just don't get caught by Mom and Dad. They'd be pissed." She says the last bit overdramatic, putting emphasis on the s's in "pissed". With that, Spencer opens her mouth to say something, but Melissa is already out her door, closing it quickly but swiftly.

Spencer couldn't believe it. Melissa was actually going to keep this a secret; she was actually acting like a cool sister, but she was more concerned about how long that would exactly last. She felt like Melissa was just planning something even more demented then just telling her parents. Hell, it could be worse, what if Melissa was hoping that her parents would catch her? She just didn't want to believe that to be the case, she wanted to believe that Melissa actually wanted Spencer to be happy.

After Spencer found how to move her legs, she moved to her closet. She let Toby's jacket slide off her arms, and she holds it in front of her for a moment. She stares at it, and sees him in it. She sees the way it wraps around his torso, the way his strong arms looked in the leather fabric. It was a sort of calming feeling she had owning it now. She grabbed a hanger from the closet, and places the jacket on it, placing it in front of all her other rows of clothes. It looked out of place in her preppy closet, but it was a good kind of outcast.

Like him.