"So, yeah...this is my dorm, it really isn't that big, when you said you wanted a tour, I didn't really know what you expected." She concluded, after showing Toby the tour of her new college dorm at U-penn. It was late August, and she moved in a couple days ago, (Toby was going to go with her, the first day, but unfortunately he had to work). To his surprise, the dorm was much smaller, than he imagined. It had two beds, one mini fridge, a small bathroom, a small counter, topped with a microwave, and two desks. It wasn't like the normal Hastings scenery, it was small, and compacted.
"Well," He stifled a breath, putting down a cup of pens, he had picked up from her desk. "You still haven't showed me the bed?" He tilted his head to the side, with a mischievous smirk.
"Hmm," She played along, walking closer to him, and then gripping his shirt with her hands. "I guess I haven't." She murmured before smashing her lips against his, and walking backwards, leading them back to her bed. They plummeted down on the bed, their mouth on mouth contact, still in tact.
"This is a nice bed," he said against her lips, as they caught their breath.
"Indeed it is," she agreed pressing her lips against his again, intending on keeping them their until their lips became numb, although they were interrupted.
"Um, Spencer."
The two instantly broke apart, Toby nearly falling to the ground. They have been in this situation so many times by now, it was unclear, how they still were embarrassed when it happened. Except it was someone new, interrupting them.
"Hi Cynthia," Spencer greeted uneasily, stepping up from the bed, and tugging on Toby's wrist so he would follow her actions. "Um, this, is my boyfriend."
"I sure hope so," She said in disgust scrunching up her face, and eyeing Toby up and down with a death stare.
"Hi," Toby greeted shyly, his throat still dry, and his adrenaline still pumping from the previous make out session.
Cynthia didn't greet back, she simply just rolled her eyes, and continued her conversation with Spencer, "Anyways..." her voice trailed, "I was going to invite you to that campus life thing, but I see your busy, so I'll just see you later." She said bitterly, before exiting the room.
"She seems nice..." Toby commented after the door closed.
"Shut up," Spencer rolled her eyes, with a laugh, before dragging him back on her bed, and continuing what they started.
a/n: ok i'm reposting this because it will turn out weird if i don't just fjdsnf
The story of getting eloped
“I’m sorry my parent’s are so…” Spencer’s voice trails as she searchers for a word to describe her parents, “Hostile.” She decides, as she begins to tug of her coat. It was mid November and the weather was pretty chilly. It hadn’t snowed yet, but all the leaves have fallen off their trees, and the sky was usually grey, rather than the bright sky blue that filled the sky during summer.
“Spencer,” Toby says softly, taking the coat from her, and placing it on the coat rack next to his own. “You don’t have to say you’re sorry.” He tells her as he wraps his hands around her waist, gently pulling her towards her. “I know your parents, I know how they can be.” He tells her.
“Well, thank you.” She tells him after a pause. “You seemed to distract them from the horrid discussion of how I am such a disappointment, because I didn’t follow in their foot steps and become a workaholic attorney who never spends any time with anyone asides their clients.” She says, the annoyance in her voice present.
“You don’t have to say thank you either,” He tells her, bobbing his forehead against hers. “It’s not necessary. I’ll be there for you, no matter what it is.”
This finally gets her to smile, and almost laugh a little, before their lips meet for a blissful gentle kiss. “I love you,” She whispers to him.
“I love you too.” He tells her solemnly.
“And I want you to be with me through all these awful family events. And I want to go with you when you have to go see your own dysfunctional family. I don’t care if Jenna’s there, I want to be there for you. Always,” She professes, practically pouring her heart out. “I want to be with you, always.” She says nervously, timidly looking up at him in his sky blue eyes that got her through the cold grey-skied months. Got her through life.
“Good,” He says with a smile. “I feel the same way.” She offers him another smile, and another kiss. They linger in the doorway for a moment just staring into eachother’s eyes, and holding each other, with occasional small kisses. Spencer opens her mouth to speak but, stops her self.
“What?” He asks her.
“It’s dumb.” Spencer replies.
“I’ve never heard you say anything dumb.” He breaks out into a small laugh, and begins to rub her arm back and forth. “What is it?”
She peers up at him, her brown eyes flickering. “Let’s get married.” She says, her voice small but, full of sincerity.
“Wait, what?” He asks baffled.
“Let’s just do it,” She says breaking out into a small smile, a glimmer of hope and excitement, filling her mocha eyes. “Let’s just do it. Tonight.” She tells him quickly, “Without all the people to ruin it. Without my parents there to insult my decisions of reception halls, and champagne. Without Jenna tarnishing the whole entire thing, without Melissa making snarky comments about how her wedding will be much bigger and better, without all the complications!” She rushes out, boring into his sky blue eyes. “I just want to be with you,” She tells him after a pause, “For the rest of my life, I don’t want to waste any more time.”
“Spencer,” He breaths baffled. “Where is this all coming from?” He asks her fighting the smile tugging on his face.
She shrugged, barely shaking her head. “I just, I don’t need any of those things, I used to dream of a huge southern bell wedding, with expensive champagne, and a dress that costed more than my college education, but I don’t care about any of that anymore. I don’t care.” She shook her head, fluttering her eyes. “I just care about you, and as long as I have you, then nothing else seems to matter.” She pours her heart out. “All those materialistic things, none of them mean anything, but you mean everything to me.” She tells him chocking on her words. She had been thinking about this the whole night, as she watched her parents interactions. She didn’t want to become them. She never wanted her relationship to be like theirs. The more she watched, the more she realized how important Toby was to her. And how lost she would be with out him. She didn’t tell him enough how she felt. She never wanted him to leave, and she never wanted to leave him. After the unexpected death of one of her college professors, who was very young, she realized how precious life really was. In high school, her life just seemed like an endless cycle of torture, and sometimes she wanted to get out; but her friends, and Toby helped her through it. In high school, death seemed like a thing that was always just around the corner, when some one died, it was tragic, but it was almost expected. Her life was so crazy back then, everything was so dysfunctional. She never knew the value of life, until it was taken from her professor a couple weeks ago. She didn’t know why his death taught her this, she had a numerous near death experiences herself, and Toby did too, but it wasn’t till a couple weeks ago that she fully understood the value of life. And maybe that was because she was actually enjoying her life again, and a big part of that enjoyment, was Toby. She didn’t want to wait, till it was too late. “I love you,” She tells him, hoping he’ll say something.
He was always the one to bring the topic of marriage up with them, always the one predicting what their lives will be like in a few years, and what their kids will look like. Of course he wanted to marry her. “Isn’t the guy supposed to ask the girl? Isn’t that how it works?” He broke out into a small laugh.
“It’s the twenty first century. Besides you got to say ‘I love you’ first, and you intuited our first kiss, it would only be fair if I got this.” She tells him.
“You’re insane.” He teases as he shakes his head.
“So, is that a yes?” She asks with a small laugh.
“How could I ever say no to you?” He smiles peering into her brown eyes. He brings her into a blissful kiss, “I love you so much.” He whispers.
“I’m still pretty upset you beat me too that, by the way.” She tells him.
This makes him laugh a little, before admiring her. Everything about her was complete perfection, the way she laughed, the way she looked at him, the way her brown eyes were a replica of his early morning coffee. He didn’t think he deserved her. He knew he didn’t deserve her. She was absolutely, the best thing that’s every happened to him. And marrying her? It was like a dream. He almost felt like he should pinch himself, to make sure this was real. “So you are serious? You really want to do this?”
“Completely.” She says as her hands find his. She squeezes her hands in his.
“Right now?” He asks. This is all to surreal. Spencer isnt the type to be spontaneous, usually she needs to plan out every single thing, making everything perfect.
“Well, not at this exact moment.” She scoffs with a laugh. “we need some one to marry us and-” she says, watching Toby pull out his Iphone.
“On it.” He interrupts her as he searches for some one certified to marry the love birds as quick as possible. “Okay I found someone. He use to be a pastor at some church, and has a wife and two kids. He’s sixty eight and he-“
“Okay,” She giggles at the excitement of it all. “I don’t need to know his whole life story, when can he do it?”
“Well he only lives a couple minutes out of Philly, but considering its going on midnight, we should maybe wait till morning. ” He comments still looking at his Iphone, “I mean he’s in his late sixties, I doubt he’ll be up still.” He says glancing up at his soon to be wife.
“hmm,” she mumbles. “True.”
“Let’s go tomorrow morning.” He offers hopefully, bookmarking the page on his IPhone and stuffing it in his pocket, before returning his gaze to the lovely brunette.
She smiles at him for a second, and Toby wishes desperately she won’t rethink it and decide it’s not a good idea. “Okay,” She says happily. “But, don’t you work?” she asks, her smile taking on the form of a frown.
“Yeah, I’ll take a vacation day. This is much more important than, building another Taco Bell.” He chuckles softly, which makes her smile again.
They just stare at each other for a moment, fixated on each other. In that moment, nothing else seems to matter. They were getting married tomorrow. After a moment of soaking in the moment, they dove into each other with deep kisses almost simultaneously. The kiss was passionate, and full of desire. He picked her up, and making it easier for him, she straddled her legs around him.
They had just moved into together, much under Spencer’s parents dismay, but, they weren’t completely settled in yet. Boxes still were scattered on the floor, filled with useless junk mostly. It was mostly Toby’s things, Spencer wouldn’t allow such mess usually, but Toby was an exception. Of course she had nagged him many times about it, but, he still hadn’t gotten around to it.
Unable to make it to the bed room, the two fall onto the couch, clothes coming off like wrapping paper on christmas. “I thought this was what you do after you get married, not before?” She teases in a whisper as he un buttons her blouse.
Instead of replying, he just smirks at her and then proceeds to throw the blouse somewhere around the room before finding her lips once again.
They woke up the next day, tangled in each others arms, on the small couch, never making it upstairs. Spencer was quite surprised that neither of them fell off.
The two lovers then proceeded with the morning, Spencer showered first, while Toby made coffee, extra strong, just like Spencer loved it, and called the old man who would marry them later that day. Also, while Spencer was in the shower, he managed to sneak in their room, and steal a small ring stored in one of his old tool boxes. This is where he kept it, Spencer thought he just wanted to keep the old tool box because it held some meaning because it was his first tool box, but really this is where he kept the ring since they moved in. He was trying to find a better place to keep it, since they moved in together, but he never found a good place to hide it. He was eventually going to give it to her of course, but he didn’t think it would be this soon. Spencer didn’t even know he had a ring. It was his mother’s ring, and he had been saving it for Spencer one day. His mother gave it to him while she was in the hospital, she thought it was her last days, and she wanted to give her son her most precious item. He remembers her exact words : ‘I want you to have this, you can give it to your lucky girl, then at least I can be a little part of your wedding’. Of course, this made Toby bawl at the time for a good hour and a half, but nevertheless, he took the ring. His mother ended up coming home, for a few weeks after that but, when he tried giving her back the ring, she told him no. This made him bawl too. She had a terminal cancer, it wasn’t curable, but Toby still prayed and wished every single night. But, that wasn’t enough. A few weeks later she was rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night, and died two days later. After his mother died, he sort of sunk into a deep depression. His father forced him to go to a support group, and therapy, while he was out dating other women. Some days, on the bad days that is, Toby would just stare at the ring, and think about his mother. He would think of his father, and how he wasn’t worthy of his mother. He would think about how no one would ever be worthy enough to wear this ring. Especially, not Spencer Hastings. If you told that fourteen year old Toby Cavanaugh that he would be giving that ring to Spencer Hastings, he would have probably punched you right in the face. But, now he was over joyed. Giving the ring to anyone else wouldn’t seem right.
The rest if the morning went as expected. Toby showered, called his work to excuse him self from the day of work. Spencer dressed in a pretty dress, even though it was mid November, and the weather wasn’t in her favor. It wa the perfect morning to start off that perfect day.
The couple then hopped in Toby’s truck, and drove off to the old man’s house. The house was cute. It was a white brick house, with pastel blue siding. They had some christmas decorations already up, and the many bushes and trees were bare of leaves. “So, this is it?” Spencer questions, glancing at the small house, and then back at Toby.
He nods, still looking at the house. “This is it.” He repeated softly, finally looking at her. “Are you ready?” he asks.
She nods after a second with a tender smile and squeezing his hand. The two then hopped out off the truck, and walked to the door step. A few knocks later an old man came to the door, a short woman beside him. The ladies hair was a blend of grey and blond, and the man was balding with grey hair. “Hi,” Spencer offers quietly.
“Hello there,” The old man greets.
“They are so young!” The old woman coos to her husband.
“Very,” The old man agrees.
“We called earlier, you said you could marry us?” Toby says. ” I’m Toby Cavanaugh, and,” he looks at Spencer, his lips curling up into a smile: “This is,”
“Spencer Hastings.” Spencer states putting out a hand to the old man and then the old woman. The old woman’s smile enlightens, and she squeezes Spencer’s hand with both her hands.
“Soon to be Cavanaugh,” The old woman enthuses. Spencer nods, with a smile, before letting her hand find Toby’s again.
“Well I must say over the phone, I thought you were much older,” The old man says as he examines the couple. ” but,” he pauses as he stares at the couple some more, his eyes stopping at the sight of the two’s intertwined hands. “I have a good feeling about you two,” The old man says, with a genuine smile. “Come in, come in.” The old man says to the couple, as soon as the go inside, they are are separated though. While Toby pays the old man known as Gilbert, for the service, Spencer is in the other room, the old woman known as Abigail.
“Here you go,” Abigail says, giving Spencer a fake bouquet of flowers.
“Thank you,” Spencer murmurs, returning her gaze to the full length body mirror. This was it, she was marrying Toby Cavanaugh. When she was little she pictured her wedding full of extravagant things like ice sculptures, harps, and spiral stair cases. And if you told her she was going to marry Toby Cavanaugh, she would scream ‘Ew!’. He was always just the odd boy down the street, until Alison started to call him a perv, and it all began, but now, here she was, marrying him. She couldn’t be happier, as long as he was the one she was kissing when they say ‘You can now kiss the bride,’ all would be perfect.
“You two make a darling couple,” The old woman comments.
“Thank you,” Spencer responds, glancing at the old woman behind her.
“I remember when I married Gilbert,” The old women sighed with a smile, her blue eyes far away. “It seems so long ago, I was so young. Like yourself.” Abigail goes on. “But, things are different these days,” She shakes her head softly. “People are getting married like it’s no big deal, they aren’t thinking about the future.” She goes on still shaking her head. A moment passes between them and before Spencer can say anything, the old woman begins talking again. “I want you to promise me something,” The old woman says.
“um,” Spencer mumbles, turning around. “Okay.” She offers weekly.
“I want you and this Toby Cavanaugh to stay together, through thick and thin, no matter what happens. I want you two to make it. I see too many young people quitting after things get the least a bit of hard.” The old woman goes on. “I want you two to push through the hard times together. Be different than these other young couples I see coming in and out of here.”
“Okay, I promise.” Spencer tells her solemnly. Spencer knows it wont be too hard, she is marrying the love of her life. They’ve already been through hell and back for each other. She knows her and Toby will make it.
The old woman smiles at her before placing a warm hand on her shoulder . “It’s time.” She tells her. Spencer’s heart nearly skips a beat at the words, and a wholesome smile forms on her face.
But, before the pair of women leave the small bedroom, Abigail says one last thing “You two have fun tonight, your wedding day is full of firsts, and so is your wedding night.” She winks before opening the door. To this Spencer just laughs, and becomes uncomfortable at the woman’s words.
But, she seems to forget all what the woman had said when she sees Toby. He looks the same as he did fifteen minutes ago, but yet she can’t take her eyes off him.
His blue eyes light up at the sight of her, and he becomes so entranced with her that, he doesn’t even notice Abigail walking over to the piano.
The music begins, and Spencer walks a little too quickly towards him, her smile not leaving her face once. Her heart beats faster and faster, and she steps closer, and closer. In a matter of minutes they would be married.
Soon, the couple, is in front of each other, gleaming at one another. “Hello,” Spencer whispers.
“Hello,” Toby whispers back.
“Let me just say, in my years of doing this, couples have come in and out, and I’ve never heard a man talk so highly of his lady, a man so sure of his decision, and let me just say this, I’ve known the two of you for about only twenty minutes, but that was enough time, for me to know that you two are really in love. And that is a incredible thing to have, never let it go.” He speaks, shifting his eyes between the two eager lovers. He nods towards Toby, and Toby nods back before locking eyes with Spencer.
Before he speaks, he takes in a long shaky breath. He licks his lips, and falls into her mocha eyes. “Spencer Hastings, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the smartest person I know, and strongest. You’ve been through so much, and I never want to see you go through any thing like that again. I promise you, that I will protect you for the rest of my life, whether or not you want me too. I will be there with you always, because I want to be there for you.” He says letting out a deep breath, tears are collecting in Spencer’s eyes now. “I love you so much, and being with you, is just a luxury I don’t deserve. Without you I’m just some guy, but with you, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” He professes, as Spencer wipes away the tears on her face. Toby only takes his eyes off her for a second to take out the ring from his pocket. When seeing the ring, Spencer’s forehead knits, before she glances up at him with an enormous smile, and teary eyes. “My mom said to give this to my lucky girl, but I think I’m the lucky one.” He tells her softly as he slips the ring on her shaky finger.
Tears fall down her face as she stares at the ring, the enormous smile on her face making it hard for het to speak. “Toby,” She murmurs baffled, as she picks her head up to see him gleaming down at her. She doesn’t know how to put into words how she feels about him in this moment, she desperately wants to kiss him, she wishes Gilbert would just say ‘You may kiss the bride,’ so she could wrap her arms around him, and crash her lips with his. After a moment of being speechless so breaks out “I love you, I just love you, so much. More than anything,” She sees the tears filling Toby’s blue eyes, and she wishes that this moment could last forever. “You mean so much to me, and I have no idea what I would do with out you. You keep me sane, and-” She fumbles on her words. “When were together, everything just seems perfect. Like the world isn’t full of chaos, and phycos. You make me forget all the bad things, and just keep me at peace. I never thought I could love anyone this much, but I do. I love you so much.” She tells him.
After a moment, Gilbert clears his throat and says “Toby do you take Spencer as your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.” He says with no hesitation, not taking his eyes off Spencer.
“And Spencer do you take Toby as your lawfully wedded husband?”
“Yes.” She says instantly.
“You may now kiss the-” before Gilbert could finish, Spencer cups her hands on her now husband’s face, placing a passionate kiss on his lips. He wraps his hands around her back, and pulls her closer. And everything was perfect.
“Okay, Lydia, now what did I tell you?” Spencer asked her daughter for the fifth time since she dressed the preschooler for school. She wore a simple striped white and pink top, with jeans that went to her knees with sparkly butterflies designed on them, and a jean jacket, also designed with sparkly butterflies.
“Raise your hand, nd be nice to the teacher, you telled me million times!” She exclaimed, throwing out her arms to exaggerate the point.
“Told,” She corrected with a smile.
“Mommy is turning you into quite the suck up, isn’t she?” Toby teased, smiling at his three year old daughter, squatting down at her eye level. She looked so much like Spencer, her cute dimple chin, her round copper eyes, and when she smiled they looked identical. Her hair was very wavy and light, almost a dirty blond, and her skin was sun kissed. She had to be the cutest little kid he’s ever seen, cuter than Spencer was which was basically her only competition, but a hard one at that.
“I am not,” Spencer interrupted, “I’m just making sure, that she makes a good first impression.”
The little girl giggled, as Toby scooped her into his arms, and held her on his hips. “She’ll make a wonderful impression, she always does.” He cooed, taking his eyes off the little girl, to his wife.
“I know,” She smiled, tilting her head to the side, and stepping closer to the duo, so she could play with the dangling little girl’s feet. “Everyone loves my little baby girl,”
“Not baby, im big girl, like claiya!” The little girl protested, referring to Aria and Ezra’s daughter Claudia who is six.
“Yes, yes of course.” Spencer nodded, “You’re growing up too fast.”
“Way too fast,” Toby added in a mumble.
“I think the teacher is going to murder us if we don’t let her go.” Spencer whispered in her husband’s ear, cocking her head at the awaiting teacher who told them to hurry up five short minutes ago.
He sighed, placing a kiss on his little girls forehead, before placing her back on the floor. “Are you sure you don’t want us to stay baby?” Spencer asked her little girl, dropping to the floor on her knees, “Or maybe, you could just start tomorrow.” Spencer’s voice trailed, but being Spencer, she quickly shook her head at the idea. “Are you okay? You feel okay?”
“Yes, mommy.” She smiled with a bob of her head, wrapping her arms around her mother quickly, “I go now?” She asked in a pout.
“Yes,” Spencer sighed, with a frown, watching her little girl smile widely, and then run off to where the rest of the class was sitting, around a circular rug. Spencer stayed on the floor for awhile, watching her little girl interact with the class, until Toby grabbed her arm, and tugged her up.
“She’s growing up way too fast, I remember when she was clinging to my leg at the grocery store,” Spencer mumbled.
“I think that was last week,” Toby chuckled sadly. “She’s like her mother, so independent.”
“So, this is my fault?” She smiled in shock, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Basically,” He smiled.
“Well, okay.” She retorted lightly.
“Never said it was a bad thing,” He responded. “Just at times like these…” His voice trailed as he wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist, and stared at his little girl. “It just makes it harder.” Spencer smiled bitter sweetly, placing her head in the crook of his shoulder. “I think she wanted us to leave, remember?” He softly reminded her after a pause.
“Yeah,” She breathed, “Let’s go,” She decided with one last glance at her daughter before the two made a move.
“We could always have more kids you know,” He murmured with a grin as they walked out of the classroom.
All she did was roll her brown eyes playfully, “Well see,” She hummed, bumping into his hip gently.
Spencer sat in her room with her loving boyfriend; Toby Cavanaugh, sorting through memories. Which in reality meant boxes, millions, upon millions of boxes. It was her last summer in Rosewood, and she was moving out next month. Although in the past year, Rosewood's craziness had calmed down, she couldn't be happier to get out of this dysfunctional town filled with deceitful people.
Her parents warned her that she would need to sort through these old boxes, discarding some of her 'useless junk' which really was her childhood memories. Sure, her parent's kept a few things, a few photo albums when she was little, and a few of her old toys from her toddler years. But the rest of this 'Junk' was hers to sort through. Her parents were also moving out of Rosewood, and to a small city nearby. They to wanted a fresh start, preferably somewhere where neighbors weren't always listening in on their conversations, and gossiping about their youngest daughter. Spencer couldn't blame them for wanting to get away from it all, but she hated how her parent's still looked at her as just 'the center of attention'. Spencer didn't really care about that right now though, she was too preoccupied in her own life, that was going oddly well. She got into the college of her dreams, and had her amazing boyfriend beside her. Sure, he was going to be in Brookeshaven, due to work, which was around thirty minutes away from her college campus, but they would work it out. After everything they've been through, it would be a breeze.
Spencer picked up a picture frame, blowing off the dust on the glass. It seemed like so long ago. The picture was of her, Alison, Aria, Hanna, and Emily at a yacht party her parents hosted in seventh grade. So much has happened since then, and it made Spencer wonder where she would be if Alison had never disappeared. She glanced up at Toby, and her gaze locked on him admirably She was so wrong about him. So foolish to believe everything Alison said. She wondered where he would be, wondered if they would have ever said any kind words to each other, let alone hold each other. "Toby," She said in almost a hum. He glanced up at her from the scrap book he was looking through filled with her fourth grade self. "Do you think we would have ever even talked if Alison hadn't gone missing?"
"Probably..." His voice trailed. "In some disputed way, it's not like our first words were spoken on my porch Spence." He chuckled looking curiously at her.
"I know." She cracked a smile. "I guess it just sucks knowing that in some alternate universe, that we never got to know each other."
"Well," His voice trailed playfully, as he set the scrap book in the box, and scooted near his girlfriend who's smile was inching up as he got closer. "Let's be happy we live in this universe," He said with a grin, wrapping her into his arms, and forcing her to tumble into his lap. She giggled lying on the ground, her head in his lap, and her hair scattered everywhere.
"I knew I shouldn't have invited you over to help me." She shook her head, rolling her eyes. But her smile was clear as the sky outside, and her mocha eyes were sparkling happily.
"I'm a great help." He said.
"Right," She scoffed. "Exactly why I've gotten through one box," She sat up from her lying position, and shook out her hair, and brushing her fingers through her hair getting out the tangles she had just created.
"Come on, you just have to have fun doing this." He encouraged, scooting back over to his own box and flipping through a different scrap book "I mean I could stare at these old pictures the whole day. You were so cute. Like I've never seen anything so adorable. You as a toddler, is literally cuter than sleeping kittens." He cooed. "And I can't believe I just said that out loud, but it's true." He glanced looking up her with a chuckle. She laughed at him, rolling her eyes, before moving closer to him, looking at the picture he was looking at herself. She took the scrap book from him into her own hands, smiling. The picture was of her and Melissa. They were at her grandmother's house, and Melissa was holding a magic wand, and dressed in a cape, and Spencer was doing a ridiculous pose as her assistant. She was four in this picture, and back then, her and Melissa's relationship was loving and caring, not hateful and vengeful. "You're ridiculous." She snorted flipping the page, revealing more pictures of her and Melissa. It made her kind of sad. Her and Melissa's relationship has been so tarnished over the years.
"You guys look happy," He commented, practically reading her mind.
"Yeah this was before Melissa hated me," Spencer said trying to pass it off jokingly.
"She doesn't hate you Spencer," He cocked his head at her touching her wrist gently, causing her to look over at him. "She's your sister."
"Have you met her?" Spencer laughed closing the scrap book. "I'm pretty sure she does." Her voice trailed as she moved back to the box she was once rummaging through.
"Yes, and I've also met you, and I know no one can hate you." He said with a smile.
"Then you've obviously never heard of Mona either." She said sarcastically.
"Look Spencer," He sighed. "All I'm saying is, that maybe you guys have a a bad relationship, but it doesn't have to stay like that. You've both have changed and grown, in the past couple years. I mean if I can be at peace with Jenna, then so can you with Melissa." He told her. She didn't say anything for a moment, but after pursing her lips she spoke up.
"I'll talk to her, I mean the worst she can do is behead me and then put my dead body in some endless rive, right?" She joked.
"Spencer," He laughed.
"I'll listen to you, okay?" She smiled. "I'll try, but don't count on any lovingly sisterly bond any time soon."
"Thats all I ask." He smiled sheepishly returning to the box of Spencer's. He pulled out a small pink dress that looked the size of a baby doll, and he couldn't help but let an 'aww' escape his mouth. "How are your parents expecting you to throw any of this away? It's all so precious." He cooed putting the small dress down, and pulling out a play piano.
"You know my parents, any thing remotely warm or comforting, needs to be out of their sight, or they might actually develop feelings." She said not even looking at him as she pulled out a Rosewood Yearbook from seventh grade. But, she wasn't looking for herself, instead she was looking through the eighth grade. A smile took control of her face as she flipped through the pages, "Found you!" She shrieked happily, mostly to her self. She started chuckling softly. "Wow even back then you were a stud," She smiled up at him, as he rolled his eyes, moving closer to her to see the yearbook in her hands.
He started to blush, his hair was almost down to his shoulders, and his eyes were barely visible His green beanie was on and he was wearing a red polo. His mother had passed away that year. Only A few months before that picture was taken actually, and his father wasn't necessarily a big part of his life at that time. He covered his face in embarrassment. "You look so little!" She cooed. "I bet you even had that six pack back then." She smirked at him, putting the yearbook down.
"I wasn't the best dresser." He murmured picking the exact year book back up to search for his girl friend's picture.
"I guess You got a little bit more of a fashion sense over the years, I would say." She said rummaging through the trophies, and portraits of field hockey pictures from her junior high years.
He shot her a glare before flipping through the pages of the seventh graders, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her picture. "Nice glasses Spencer." He commented with a chuckle.
"Shut up." She shot.
"No I'm serious. You look cute." He smiled at her putting the year book down after viewing the person he really only cared to see.
"You call every old picture of me cute." She said cocking her head.
"Well it's true. It's still true." He said walking on his knees closer to her, and pulling her to him, forcing her to turn towards him. She smiled coyly at him.
"Really?"
"Yes. But in addition you're also beautifully sexy and incredibly gorgeous." He murmured huskily, going for her lips, hovering over her as her back laid pressed against her floor. She giggled in between kisses.
"You," he kissed her hardly. "I have stuff to do," She murmured moving her lips away from him, giggling as she moved away each time he tried to meet her lips. But finally he caught her, and even though she had work to do, she couldn't resist. She attentively kissed him back, and their small make out session started too get heated.
It ended very soon though, as her mother stepped in the door way. "Oh Jesus Christ," Her mother said covering her eyes away from her daughter, Spencer practically kicked Toby off her at instinct and he stood up abruptly, practically leaping away from her, to were he was before.
"Hi Mom," Spencer stood up. "What's up?" She said itching her neck.
Even though she was going into college, somehow her parents still managed to stop her and Toby from getting too heated and engaged in each other. Spencer couldn't wait to get her own dorm, and be out of her parents house.
