3. Date: Aaaaaah!

The very next day was warm and sunny. Sadly, I was holed up in my room working on an essay. Aria and Emily had gone back to Rosewood to visit their families, and Hanna had been gone since last night with Caleb. And it was now almost eleven. I typed up the last paragraph of my essay, and shut my computer, sighing. I had finished all of my homework for the next three months, because I'd been feeling so lonely.

Suddenly, my phone beeped. An unknown number. Frowning, I clicked it open.

Hey, it's Toby. D'you wanna bump into each other at the park? With a picnic?

I smiled stupidly, and texted back my assent, telling him I'd meet him at the park. There was a huge one on campus, with ponds and trees. It was gorgeous.

I ran into my room, and rifled through both my and Hanna's closets, looking desperately for a good shirt. I finally chose a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. I shoved on a pair of black flip-flops and ran out the door. I slowed as I reached Founder's Park, not knowing where to meet Toby. I sat on the ledge by the pond, dangling my feet out over the water. I looked at the lily pads, and ducks swimming on the water. I crossed my legs, and propped my chin on my hand, and stared dreamily into the distance.

"Do I have any on my face?" I said a few hours later. Toby and I had feasted on the incredible fanciness of peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches. He'd laughed at me for putting the potato chips in my sandwich, but loved it when I'd made him try it. We were now eating pieces of watermelon, the juice dripping down our faces.

He grinned at me. "Nope. You're perfect."

I blushed. "Thanks," I said, looking away.

He reached out and touched his thumb to my mouth. "You had a little something there," he explained.

My ears buzzed. My lips were tingling, and I felt the heat rise to my face. He leaned forward, looking deeper into my eyes. It felt like an eternity before he cleared his throat and looked away. I looked away too. It felt like an eternity, and yet I didn't want it to ever end.

I sat on the couch watching TV. I heard the door slam, and the unmistakable click of high heels.

"Hey, where were you?" I asked Hanna not looking away from the TV.

She didn't answer me. I turned around. She was in the kitchen pouring herself a cup of coffee. I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"You have sex hair." This was actually not true. Her hair looked great.

She glared at me. "I do not. I brushed it."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Maybe you can hide the hair, but you can't hide the hickeys."

She jumped, and twitched her hair trying to cover her neck. I pulled my lazy self off the couch, and handed her some cover up. She took it, blushing.

I leaned against the counter, watching as she smeared the cream on her neck.

"What?" she asked defensively. "It's not like you've never come home with a hickey."

I rolled my eyes, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"So," I said adjusting myself, "How was it?"

She busied herself with her coffee. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I snorted. "I'm your roommate, and you were gone for close to twenty-four hours. The least you could do would be to give me some details."

She walked into the living room, and stared at the TV. "So, what're you watching?"

I skipped into the living room-ish (there wasn't really much to the dorm). "Pleeeeeeaaaaaase Hanna?" I gave her my puppy-dog eyes.

She rolled her eyes. "We had dinner. We watched a movie. We talked. And here I am."

I scooted closer to her. "Come on Hanna," I said. "From the looks of it, you did more than just talk."

She glared at me, and I smirked right back. She groaned, and tilted her head back onto the couch. "Fine. It was just…an intimate night, we'll just leave it at that."

"Intimate huh?" I smirked.

"Shut up!" She said. "I am not saying one more word.

I rolled my eyes and walked into my bedroom.

So, shortest chapter ever! I don't really like this one. I did try to put in some Haleb, but I doubt anyone will be reading this anytime soon. It is, after all, Christmas Eve. However, in a house full of three boys, and me being the only girl, I am stuck watching… football.

Anyway, I only have a VERY vague idea where this is going to go. Again, please give me some ideas. Just a few sentences can give me an idea.

Do you want Spoby to have sex? Doubt I'll be good at writing it. I'm not even good at writing kissing scenes.

How do you feel about swearing?

How do you feel about sex in general?

And NO, I HIGHLY doubt if Spencer will get pregnant.