Author's note / Thanks so much for all the reviews! They're much, much appreciated!

One of you left me a review as a guest (I got an email notification but I couldn't see it with the other reviews – I have no idea why) asking me if the 'housekeeping' thing was on purpose, well... yes, of course, it was! And keep your eyes open, 'cause I threw in some more parallel-thingies :) Hope you like it!

Also, I was very excited about this chapter so that's why I uploaded it so soon! Stay tuned, because I'll be writing the next chapter the minute after I upload this one so that one will be up soon as well! Chapter 4 is going to be my fave one yet, but I really like this one, too!

One last thing. I promise: Spoby will get together soon. I repeat: SOON! (Not this chapter yet, tho)

Enjoy! xoxo

Chapter 3. Coffee and a game of Scrabble

"Spencer?" Toby screamed. Where was she? 'How can I lose her, again? I am such an asshole, I can't even keep her safe!' He thought. He almost dropped the tray, so he placed it on her nightstand as soon as he could. "Spencer!? Where are you?" He screamed even harder, quickly looking around her room. He started running through the hall, his vision blurry. Then he heard her voice, clear as day.

"Toby, I'm in the bathroom!" She laughed as she opened the door.

"Oh thank God, you're safe!" He ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her.

The sudden hug was unexpected, but certainly not unwanted. She put her arms around his back the moment he grabbed her, as if it was second nature. When she smelled him, she felt at peace immediately. His scent was so... him. And she loved it. Neither of them wanted to let go when another heavenly scent went flying up her nostrils. "Oh my God, you made coffee!" She broke loose and quickly entered the bedroom, where the aroma of strong coffee was already filling the room. Toby smiled, he should have known that she would notice the freshly brewed drink within seconds. God, how he loved her love for caffeine. "Yes, I did. Still the same, right?"

"Yes, oh God," she moaned. "Mm, this is perfect! Thanks, Toby." She said, swallowing the hot beverage.

"Don't drink the cup, Spence." Toby laughed.

"Ha ha, very funny, Cavanaugh. You know I haven't had a single drop of coffee in the last 36 hours, so shut up!" She playfully fired back.

Toby chuckled, looking down at Spencer, who was now sitting on her bed. She sighed when her mug was empty. "Wow, that's like, 1 minute?" Toby joked.

"I guess that's a new record." She looked up at him. "Is there any more coffee?"

"Ahh, it goes against my better judgement.." He smiled at her. There wasn't a thing in the world that he would rather do than bring Spencer her beloved coffee.

When he went downstairs, Spencer was sitting on her bed, curling her legs up. She was very nervous to be in a room with Toby, all by herself. She wanted to believe that he was still in love with her, but she really didn't want to get her hopes up.

When he returned, she smiled at him. She took the mug from his hands, stroking them as he let go of the cup. She could feel her cheeks burn, so she looked down to let her hair fall down, covering them up. "So, what do you have in that bag of yours?" She asked him.

"Well, I was about to tell you." He said when he took his bag from the ground. "In for a little game?" Toby asked, holding up a Scrabble box. "I can't believe you brought it! Oh, I'm in! Game. On." She grinned.

They were laying on her bed, the board game between the both of them. Spencer loved it, but was still very nervous to be around him. She really wanted to crawl up to him and spend the rest of the night in his strong arms, but she didn't let herself. What if he didn't want her to?

What she didn't know was that Toby shared the same feelings. He wanted to have her in his arms so badly, he couldn't really focus on the game.

"You're not letting me win, huh?" She teased. "Because I really don't need your help."

"What? No, no, of course not. The.. The.. The tiles just suck, that's all." Toby said, hoping she wouldn't notice he felt caught.

"Good, but just to remind you, you're like, 50 points behind, Cavanaugh." She smiled.

"Oh, don't get your hopes up just yet." He teased back.

Spencer really hoped she wouldn't.

Thirty minutes later they had finished the game. "Toby, thank you. Really, it was a lot of fun to finally kick your ass at Scrabble again." Spencer said.

"Ha ha, very funny, Hastings. But remember, tomorrow I will take you down."

"Ooh, is that a thread?" She joked. "No, but seriously. Thank you, so much. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be sitting here right now... I'd be –"

"No, don't go that way, Spence. Don't think about it. And, I have to admit, it was very nice to have my ass beaten by you again. It's been a while."

"Yeah, it really has." Spencer looked down, all of a sudden feeling very nervous. 'It's now or never, Hastings' she told herself. "So, uhm... You still want to go horse riding sometime? We could do that tomorrow if you'd like?" She really hoped he'd say yes, because then tomorrow they could have a good talk, about... everything. The things Alex did, the thing they were going to be...

"Yes." Was his immediate response. "Yes, of course. I'd love that." He smiled.

It was as if the whole world took its weight off her shoulders. "Okay then, great." She smiled back at him.

They were silent for a little while when Spencer yawned. Toby –of course– noticed immediately. "I, uh... I took my pyjama's with me, because... Uh, I don't want you to be alone right now, so, uh..." He said nervously, dying of fear she didn't want him here and immensely hoping Spencer wanted him to stay.

A weight fell off his shoulders when he saw her smiling. "Oh, that's very nice. Thanks. Uhm.." She paused. "You can stay in the guest room, if you want?" Quietly, she murmured "Or.." She wanted him to sleep in the same bed as she so badly, but she really didn't want to rush things, especially not since she wasn't certain if he'd want the same.

"Sure, the guest room is fine." Toby stood up and picked up his bag. Did Spencer just detect a little disappointment? She shrugged it off, also standing up to show Toby the room. "Down the hall on your right." She pointed out.

"I'm going to take a quick shower. Please make yourself comfortable." She said when he was taking his pyjama's out of his bag.

Fifteen minutes later Spencer walked out of the bathroom. She knocked on the door of the guestroom. "Your turn, Toby." She entered her own bedroom, smiling at the Scrabble box and the two mugs standing on her nightstand. Yawning, she slid under the comforter and fell asleep almost immediately. She didn't even hear Toby walking to the bathroom.

When Toby came walking out of the bathroom, he couldn't help to check up on Spencer. Peeking in her bedroom he saw her lying in the bed, fast asleep. He leant against the doorpost, admiring the beautiful brunette. After a few minutes, he walked up to the bed, kissing Spencer on the forehead. "Goodnight, Spence." He walked into the guest room, hoping tomorrow was going to be a good day for the both of them.

In the other bedroom, Spencer was left wondering if that goodnight kiss was a dream or reality. She really hoped it was the last one.