Sometime later...

He didn't really know how it happened. He had been lying on his bed thinking of her and how much he misses her. The next thing he knew, he was doing sixty-five on the highway en route to Georgetown. She had told him that she was studying tonight with a few of her friends. He hoped by the time he got there, which would be around eleven, she would be in her room.

He pulled in eagerly when he had arrived, hurrying up the steps to her dorm. He knocked on the door, praying that she would answer. If not, he'd just call her, but it would ruin the surprise.

She was shocked for a moment as she opened the door, but lit up once she realized that her eyes weren't deceiving her. "Toby!" She reached her arms out for a hug, which he returned, relishing in the feeling of her body against his.

"What are you doing here? Oh my God," she retracted, a horrified look on her face. "We didn't have plans, did we?"

"No, no," he assured her quickly, making his way past her into her room. "I just had to see you," he smiled, noticing her slight panic as she looked behind him to the right. He followed her gaze over to her bed. His smile retracted and his heart practically stopped in his chest.

Spencer cleared her throat awkwardly. "Oh, um, Ryan and I were just studying. Like I told you, earlier."

"Hi," the dark-haired boy waved. He was sitting on Spencer's bed with his back against the wall, books and notebooks scattered all around him.

Toby ignored him, turning back to Spencer. "Yeah, you said you were going to be studying with a few friends," he replied firmly.

Spencer could detect the irritation in his voice and turned to her friend.

But before she could say anything, he spoke up. "I should turn in for the night. Thanks for the help, Spence," he said, obviously getting the hint and hopping off the bed, gathering his things.

"You're welcome. You too." Spencer voiced quietly, looking down at her hands to avoid her boyfriend's eyes.

She watched the door shut behind him and slowly turned around to face her boyfriend, avoiding his eyes like a plague. She knew how bad this situation looked, even though Ryan was harmless. He has a girlfriend.

The last thing she wanted him to do was blow things out of proportion. "Toby, we're in like, all of the same classes. He helps me study and I help him. It's not a big deal," she explained.

"If it's no big deal then why did you lie? Where are your other friends?"

She looked at him confused, but quickly realized what he meant. "Libby and Megan were here too. They left to get food a little bit ago."

Toby turned away from her, a photo of him and Spencer on her bedside table catching his eye. "Does he always sit on your bed?"

"Well there aren't really a lot of options in this two by four dorm room."

He nodded. "So yes."

She stayed silent.

"Maybe I should just go," he said, walking towards the door.

"What? No," Spencer replied instantly, standing in front of the door. "I don't know why you're acting like this. I told you there's nothing going on and you're still jumping to conclusions."

He shook his head. "Do you blame me? This happens every time. Every time we're in a bad place you cozy up to other guys."

"I do not every time," she replied, obviously offended. "How can you even say that? And since when are we in a bad place?"

"Since we haven't seen each other in about two months."

Spencer was about to retort, but abruptly stopped. He was right. She hadn't realized that much time had passed since they last saw each other.

Toby continued, "You know what goes through my head sometimes, when you're here and I'm all the way in Rosewood? I think of the worst possible things. And this," he pauses to make a gesture to her bed, "just proves to me that I'm right to feel that way."

He moves past her to open up the door. "No, Toby. Just let me explain." He continues opening up the door and Spencer adds, "I guess it's convenient for you that we live so far away now, because now when you get sick of me you can just drive three hours back to Rosewood."

He stops, but it's only because Spencer's roommate, Libby, is on the other side of the door.

"I am so sorry," she says, definitely having overheard their conversation.

Great that's embarrassing, Spencer thought. "No, Lib, you're fine."

"Let me just get my things," Libby replied, walking over to her bed to get her laptop.

"No stay," Spencer said quickly. She glanced at Toby. "We'll leave."

"Are you sure?" Libby asked, silently asking Spencer with her eyes if she was okay.

Spencer nodded. "Yeah, I could use some air anyway."

Spencer walked out of her room and down the hall while Toby followed. They were silent as they walked out the doors of her building.

There were a lot of people out tonight. Girls giggled as they walked by and boys walked by with backpacks hanging off their shoulders. No doubt filled with beer. It was a Friday night on a college campus after all.

Spencer turned to him. "Do you want to go your truck?"

They climbed into either sides of the truck and the silence loomed over them for a minute before Spencer spoke up. "Look," she breathed. "I don't know the answer to all of this, but I do know that if you don't trust me…then this is never going to work."

Toby nodded, having sufficiently calmed down a little. "Just…do you see where I'm coming from?" He was feeling more sad than mad now.

"Yes, I know that I don't have the best track record, but that was last year and I was stupid and feeling unattached to you. You pushed me away because of Tanner. That all had to do with A," she reassured.

"This doesn't have to do with A," he retorted quietly.

Spencer opened her mouth to say something and closed it twice, not quite sure what to say. She had to let him know what was on her mind. She twisted in her seat so she was facing him.

"I want this to work more than anything." She reached for his hand and was pleasantly surprised when he let her hold it.

He looked down at their hands. He didn't want to fight with her. They didn't get much time together as it is and he didn't want to waste it fighting. "Spence, I want to trust you…I do trust you. It's just all those guys I'm skeptical about. Once people get to know you, they can't seem to stay away from you," he admitted.

She moved to sit on his lap, straddling him. "But I don't care about any other guys…just you." She subtly attacks him with her mouth, trying to communicate to him that he has nothing to worry about. They were always a couple that communicated what they wanted to say best through their actions.

He's surprised at first, but quickly reciprocates before reluctantly pulling back from her. He still doesn't feel right.

"Spencer, wait."

She pulled back, her face full of concern. "What's wrong?"

He swallowed, narrowing his eyes downward to avoid her worried gaze. "I hate to ask this," he started, actually despising the words about to come out of his mouth. He hated having to ask this of her. "But can you…not study with him anymore?"

"Toby," Spencer started cautiously. "I told you we're in like, all of the same classes. We make study guides. He helps me…a lot. He has a girlfriend…It's not-"

Toby shook his head. "I mean, alone…in you room? On your bed?" He finally looked up at her confused expression.

She slowly nodded when she noticed Toby's eyes on her. "Okay," she said quietly. "That's fair."

"I love you," he said, placing a piece of her hair behind her ear.

He pulled her back in connecting their lips once more. As they kissed, Spencer thought about if the roles were reversed and she walked in on someone sitting on Toby's bed. She knew what she would be thinking and how upset she would be. But she just couldn't get past the fact that her and Toby were now a couple that made ultimatums with each other. When had that happened?