A/N: Here it is. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Pretty Little Liars nor Spoby.
Glancing at her frame in the mirror Spencer thought she looked alright for a bonfire on a Friday night, she was wearing a denim shorts and a t-shirt written "Keep calm and party on", along with her flip flops. The small party was being held at Holden's backyard and had at most, 50 people, Jason and Toby being two of them.
"Spence are you ready?" Aria walked into her friend's bedroom, with short shorts as well and a black shirt with an owl's face drawn in it. Spencer nodded to herself as if approving of her outfit, turning around to face Aria.
"Yup. Are we walking there?" A nod answering her questions and both were out of the front door, walking all the way to Holden's house a couple of blocks away.
Arriving at the front wooden door from the host of the bonfire, they were greeted by Toby, who had two cups filled with alcohol in hands, handing one for each girl. "C'mon girls, the fire looks awesome. Marshmallows are delicious."
Less than 30 people were there, but the amount of bottles of various beverages were enough to get at least 100 drunk. Aria walked away towards Jason, Toby left alone with Spencer yet again, both settling down around the fire.
Holden and a couple other dudes were playing acoustic music a little far behind and a few girls were singing along with them, totally random songs.
"You might wanna take it slow there." Toby warned Spencer when he saw her gulp down her whole cup in shot.
"I know."
Slowly as the night passed by, more and more people got drunk. Spencer was already on her 5th cup, the highest she had ever had in her entire life. Toby eyeing she was quickly getting wasted put a stop to his drinking and kept a close watch on her.
"You better stop drinking now Spencer." He caught up to her somewhere around the enormous backyard, where he tried to but didn't find Jason or Aria to ask for rescue.
"Noooo…" She sounded like a whining baby for Toby, whishing even more he had found Jason and Aria.
"Let's go Spence, let's get you home." Her index finger made its way dizzily up to his face, poking his jaw.
"So you can t-tak-e advan-ad-advantage of me, I don'tthinkso."
Though he didn't let it show on his features, he was hurt that even drunk she thought that low of him, but he pushed aside the weird feeling and guided her towards the bonfire, she right behind him.
In a slit second when Toby turned around, Spencer tripped clumsily on the floor and was just about to fall with her face flat on the floor too close to the burning fire, her reflexes nowhere to be found. Thankfully Toby was quicker than her and gravity, grabbing her by the waist and bringing her closer, her chest against his.
"Definitely time to leave before you hurt yourself." Toby announced, tying in a message to Jason informing he was taking Spencer home. Tucking at her waist they left the party quickly, walking along the sidewalk toward her apartment.
"I don't w-want to walk…" She hip cued in the middle of her sentence.
"No problem, I'll carry you." In one swift movement Spencer was being held bridal style by Toby, seeming like she weighted the same as a feather, not even his breathing rhythm changed.
"I thought you were supposed to be the player bad boy." She commented wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I guess I've got a double life."
"You're strong."
"That's what football practice does to you and also you're not heavy so it's easy to carry you around like this."
"Ha, you're a liar."
"Am not."
"Is there a reason behind your badass attitude?" Toby let out a sigh, and not because of Spencer's weight, his arms tensing up slightly.
"I'm not going to talk about this right now when you won't even remember it the next morning." As on cue, she yawned, clutching closer to his warm chest.
"What time is it?"
"A little past 4 I guess."
"Are you going home?" Chuckling, Toby looked into her eyes.
"What's up with the 20 questions game?"
"Guess I'm just bored."
"I don't have a home." He mumbled the answer to her previously question looking ahead of the lit sideway, avoiding eye contact with even if it was difficult in the current position they were in.
"A house ain't a home?" He chuckled again, glancing down at her.
"You're pretty smartass for a drunk girl."
"I'm always a smartass Toby!" She slowly started to drift away, the way Toby's body rocked hers while they walked made it very easy to fall asleep.
When her body hit her cold comfortable bed she woke up, but her mind was too tired to think properly, the alcohol in her veins also having some of the fault in that.
"I'm scared to be alone." Forgetting that Toby was there and not Aria as she thought so, Spencer asked for an aspirin to when she wake up, with a massive hangover.
"Where is it?" Before she had the chance to answer him, sleep hit her again, forcing her to close her eyes and fall asleep.
Toby took off his flip flops to avoid waking her up with the clapping of it on the carpeted floor when he walk to her bathroom. Amazed by the way everything was put away in such an organized way, he felt guilty for invading her privacy, his shoulder tensing up a little.
Luckily, the first drawer he opened he found the box filled with aspirins, taking it back to her room and placing on the nightstand beside her, then walking over to the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the fridge to join the medicine.
After he made sure Spencer was taken care of, he sat down on the couch in the living room, the condo ridiculously quiet to the point where all he heard was his own breathing. Eventually he fell asleep, praying Spencer wouldn't throw a tantrum at him once she got up to get something to eat.
The midday sun shone through the window down on Toby's face as he softly snorted on the couch of Spencer and Aria's living room. He woke up when he heard soft and quiet footsteps approaching him. Rubbing the sleep off his face he stretched his back while getting up, coming face to face with Spencer.
"Toby?" Her voice sounded tired and surprised.
"Yeah.. Hi, do you want coffee?" He tried desperately to change the subject while her hand massaged her temple. She was still in last night's clothes, her hair up in a messy pony tail.
"Yes, I actually want it. I'm just gonna change clothes. Is Aria home?" Toby shook his head opening various cabins when he reached the kitchen, looking for the coffee filter and powder.
"On the corner's cabin." Spencer left Toby by himself, preparing their coffee, not caring if she didn't know if he was or not a good cooker.
"This is the exact same taste as mine. Aria thinks my coffee is too strong, she says it gives her chills, and not the good kind." Her voice was lower than normal, hence the pounding on her head was getting softer.
"I like it strong, keeps me awake."
"Hey. Why did you sleepover on the couch?" She avoided eye contact with him, waiting his reply.
"You kind of asked me to, saying you were afraid of staying home alone."
"You took me home?" Toby smiled genuinely, sipping his coffee.
"Yeah, bridal style and everything. Right after you almost fell on top of the fire. Later on our way to your condo you asked me a bunch of questions and then fell asleep." Spencer's mouth was agape, she was extremely surprised and embarrassed, her cheeks turning into a furious shape of red.
"Oh Gosh, you didn't have to take me all the way up here, carrying me."
"It's alright, you're really feather weighted so I didn't even tire myself out." They stood in a comforting silence, just sipping their drinks.
"I was drunk and you actually took care of me." She whispered still surprised, stealing a glance at his tired face.
"Yeah hmmm… I better get going." Everything happened too quick to Spencer's hangover, Toby put his mug in the sink, grabbed his flip flops near the couch and opened the door, ready to leave before her voice stopped him.
"Hmm, hey Toby….?" She was so unsure if she should manifest her feeling of gratefulness with him.
"Yes, Spencer?" He turned around just slightly to look at her.
"Thanks." No more words were needed, and both had an agreement, and Toby then left, closing the door behind him.
Toby took his time walking home, it was a half hour walk from Spencer's condo, but he managed to take an hour. His hands were stuffed in his shorts' front pockets, slowly kicking his legs forward to move him. All the time he was thinking about the time he spent with Spencer, the nice conversation they shared when he wasn't being a jerk. His normal self was the easy going nice guy he usually was around Aria and Spencer, but he also tried so hard to be the world's biggest jerk to the girls. Deep down inside he knew whose fault it was that he was always unsure about his life, but most of the times he blamed no one but himself.
His phone rang on his pocket but he ignored it all the 3 times someone tried to reach him.
Once he reached his front door he sighed, unlocking it and stepping inside, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. Maria, his maid and also the only person whom he shared his frustrations, greeted him in the kitchen.
"Good morning Toby, I was worried about you." She was around her 50's, with gray hair and wrinkles but with a big and a sweet heart. She knew Toby ever since he was a newborn, they were like Bruce Wayne, the Batman and Alfred, his butler, inseparable.
"I'm sorry Maria. I slept over at a girl's house." Maria looked at him with disappointment, she was the one who truly knew the reasons behind the way he acted around his friends.
"Nooo, I didn't mean like that. She was drunk and I took her safely home." The lady in front of him smiled the biggest and truest smile Toby had seen in a while, she was happy he changed even if just for a single night.
"Do you need anything?" Toby shook his head, drinking an orange juice directly from the cap, forgetting the cup right in front of him on top of the counter.
"A cup maybe?" Maria mocked him.
"Hey. How long have you last seen your family?" Her once happy face fell, an apologetic smile finding its way to her pink lips.
"Toby, dear, I don't have a family. My family it's you now, it has been you for a while. I don't have a husband and my mom died years back." Stepping two feet ahead he embraced the lady before him.
"I'm so sorry. Come on, I'm gonna take you for a ride." He handed her the helmet he kept near the front door.
"On your bike?" She looked horrified, scared, never had she driven in a car imagine if in a bike, it was like asking to die.
"Yes. C'mon, the sun is beautiful outside."
"But I'm afraid of bikes Tobias." Rarely was the time someone would call Toby by his birth name, most of those times it was Maria. He let out a sweet-heartedly laugh, grabbing her hand and giving it a soft squeeze.
"I promise I'll keep you safe. Now let's go." And off they went toward Toby's Harley Davidson parked in his garage outside, along with a few other cars his family had.
A/N: I am so sorry it took me forever to update. I have no excuses except that I traveled this weeked so I couldn't update. I'm currently writing a fluffly Spoby one-shot, which hopefully you guys will read and like it. Leave lots of review and I'll make it up to you by updating until Saturday. Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews.
Hope you guys understood a little bit of Toby's life, and there's still so much more to come! DRAMA... ;)
loeloveme229- What I meant in the previous chapter was that they stopped by, bought the ice-cream and were walking and talking while eating it. I'm sorry if I caused any confusion. And don't worry you weren't mean, I actually liked that you spoke up and told me something I might have gotten twisted. Thank you so much. :D
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