#*spoby stories

i’m sorry idk how this came out as angst. i didn’t mean for it to.

He sits in his truck, looking at the college campus with a sort of disdain. 

He has the country station on–something he’s been listening to now, trying to remain happy as one can be when their girl lives so out of reach, and watches as a few happy couples stroll past his truck, holding hands and giving each other the look of love. He’s jealous, really, he is. 

He doesn’t remember being that jealous in his life. He’d happily share his toys with kids on the playground and didn’t even mind that much when he had to give his room to Jenna. (He was mad about that for a whole other reason.) He’s always been okay with everything he has, never dwelling on what could make his life better, at least when it came to superficial things. 

But with Spencer, the best thing that’s ever happened to him, he just wants her all the damn time. He knows it’s wrong, but she just makes his heart swell in his chest until his rib cage burns and makes him smile so big his cheeks hurt. He’s so in love with her, and he wants to be with her all the time, so when he sees happy couples together, he’s jealous. He’s jealous because they are with their person and he is not.

It’s been harder making the transition of not seeing her all the time than he thought. He knew it’d be hard, but god, he didn’t know he was so dependent  on this girl. He misses her so much, more than he ever has.

Spencer is not one for the cold, though. She stays inside, flipping through the pages of her newest novel. She sits before the fire, keeping as warm as she possibly can in the midst of a winter storm.

Hanna and Caleb are skiing a couple towns over in the mountains, Aria is outside with Emily, capturing photos of the white winter wonderland. Toby is a few towns over.

Or at least that’s what she thought. 

Someone knocks at her door. Thinking it’s probably Emily and Aria, ready to call it quits and drink up some hot chocolate, Spencer skips to the door, ready to spurt out an “I knew it,” when she sees it’s not her feezing best friends in the window, but her adorable boyfriend.

She pulls the door open, telling him to come in quickly with a smile of glee. She closes the door as  fast as she possibly  can, not willing to lose any heat to the freezing temperatures outdoors.

He goes for a hug, but she takes a step back, laughing. “You have snow all over you. I’m not looking to get iced over.”

He smiles, “I’m so cold, though,” he whines, his arms reaching forward, “please come here. I need your heat.”

“Take off your clothes first,” she smirks at him.

He raises an eye brow, “Woah, I just got in the door way, Spence. I see what’s been on your mind.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll make us some hot chocolate,” she goes towards the kitchen.

He sheds off some of his layers, taking off his boots and gloves, before heading over to where his girlfriend is. He immediately takes her into his arms, squeezing her close and picking her feet off the ground. She giggles into him.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be home this early.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he hums. “I love seeing that look on your face.”

“What look?” she looks at him.

“Catching you off your guard,” he gloats. 

She grimaces playfully, ready to come back with something, but instead of waiting for a response, he locks their lips. He runs his freezing hands up the back of her sweater, making her shiver. She grabs onto him tighter, kissing him with more aggression.

The sound of the microwave beeping breaks them  after a couple minutes.

“The hot chocolate is ready,” Spencer says as she nuzzles her nose against his red one.

“Oh, I’ve heard it beeping for the last couple minutes, I’ve just been ignoring it.”

She laughs. “Well, if we don’t drink it soon, it won’t be hot anymore.”

It was a oddly warm for December. It’s been like this for a couple winters now. it was almost getting normal for it to be warm in December. He remembers  several years ago when the temperature reached forty below and how’d they sometimes get twenty five inches of snow in one day. This year, it has only barely snowed-- just a few snowflakes have fallen down, and Toby was able to leave his house in just a cardigan on Christmas Eve.

It’s not that he’s ever really been into weather or anything. His dad always thought it was interesting, watching the weather channel even after viewing Rosewood’s weather for ten day  forecast. His dad wanted to know  the  weather of every city of the world. His father didn’t believe  in global warming. He  believed in ‘climate change’. Toby disagreed, but kept his mouth shut because he already has too many disagreements with his father already.

Toby knows things change, like the climate, but it’s more than that. Climate changes  for a reason, and there is always a cause to the effect. 

He’s going to some Christmas party that Emily Field’s is hosting. It’s been years since he’s seen her. The last time he saw her it was snowing.

He didn’t mean to lose touch with Emily. He just got busy. He got a family, a wife and son. It’s like suddenly he was this adult, with a this life he never imagined he would have.

She smiles at him, looking at the boy she adores and loves; her safe place to land, and so much more, and she isn’t sure what will come between them from now to then, but it’s going to be wonderful. She hopes they’ll be together then, but if they are not, that’s okay because they have now. It’s all perfect and marvelous.

They are holding each other’s hands. His warm, long fingers are linking and pressed into hers. She  wants to hold him here, in this moment, forever. She wants the world to go away; along with all their problems, and just be with him.

She’s so in love and being in love is such an extraordinary, incomprehensible thing that she feels so grateful for him.  For a moment, she praises his not-so-great father and his unhealthy, dead mother fore creating such an incredible, lovely, outstanding boy she can love. 

She looks at their laced hands and feels so much joy. She has never had anyone in her life like Toby. 

Her parents have never been supportive, and her friends are her everything, but yet don’t understand her like Toby does. She is Toby’s most important person, and  for some reason, that fills her with this sense of purpose and fulfillment. It makes her feel like she was placed on this shitty and hellish heart for a reason; she  was put in Rosewood, with horrible things for a reason.

Toby is hers and she is his, and  she ‘s happy with him all the  fucking time. Her friends are her family and sisters, but Toby is her best, bestest friend.

She’s so happy to not only have  him as her boyfriend, but bestest, best friend.

“Toby, you are my best friend,” she tells him softly, afraid if she’ll speak  to loud then the moment will be tarnished somehow.

my wifi problems are all fixed now :) finally! This takes place somewhere in the begining of 3B

hi i wrote this a long time ago & never finished but i’v’e decided to post all my snippets that are in my drafts!!!

So much has happened that she hasn’t really had a chance to update her  friends on her love life. Her life just seems so arbitrary compared to the rest of the events in their life. Her love life is completely irrelevant.

If they were normal teenagers; normal best friends, her news would be the biggest in the world. Her friends would jump for joy and squeal. They’d gush and beg for details, but unfortunately, they do not lead a normal life. Instead, they lead one of torment and fowl. 

Hanna is the first one she tells. It’s the first time the opportunity arises.

Hanna and her are sitting in the car, waiting for Emily to come out. They want to take her out for ice cream. She’s been having a really rough time since she was forced to take Nate’s life. 

Hanna is looking at the Cavanaugh’s house, her feet on the dashboard, even though Spencer has requested multiple times that she refrain from doing that in her car. Hanna looks over at Spencer, chewing her gum. “Is Toby’s plumbing still bad?”

Spencer nods. “Yeah, he  still comes over to shower.”

Hanna glances at his house. “It’s nice he has you. He doesn’t have to return to that house,” her eyes are still on the Cavanaugh’s house.

“Yeah,” Spencer agrees, but in all honesty, she doesn’t really see it that way. How nice is it for Toby that he has her? How lucky can he possibly be? She drops the thought. “It’s nice for me too,” she adds, looking over at her friend with a smirk.

Hanna giggles. “Yeah, I bet,” she voices. She meets her in the eye. “So are you saving water or still showering alone?” Hanna inspects, playfully raising a suggestive eyebrow.

Spencer laughs. She looks straight ahead. “He’s just showering. There is nothing else going on,” Spencer tells hers, looking back at her. 

She frowns, her eyes downcast, her shoulders inward. “Oh,” she murmurs disappointed.

Spencer takes in a deep breath. “But,” she states. Hanna’s eyes lock on hers. The corner’s of Spencer’s lips move into a smile. “Something else happened.”

Hanna’s eyes widen a little, a toothless grin growing on her face. “Really?” she asks excitedly.

Spencer nods quickly. “We had sex.”

“Oh my God!” Hanna exclaims, grabbing Spencer’s hand and bringing it up and down. She’s smiling with an open mouth and has sparkles in her sapphire eyes. They both laugh. Spencer grabs on to her, calming the hand movements,

“When? Where? How was it?!” Hanna exclaims. “Was he big?”

Spencer laughs, glancing down and sighing, flushing a little. She braces to look at Hanna. “A couple days ago, in my bedroom. It hurt, but was really, really nice. And yes.”

Hanna slaps her playfully. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this!” she exclaims. “Who have you told? Why didn’t I know the second it happened?”

“Just you, actually, and I was trying to find appropriate timing.”

Emily comes outside now. She opens the car door, taking a seat in the back. Noticing that she walked into the middle of something, Emily’s eyebrows furrow. “What’s going on? Why are you both smiling?”

“Nothing,” Spencer shakes her head.

“Spencer lost her virginity!” Hanna shouts giddily, smiling broadly. Spencer shoots her a soft glare.

“Spence! Is that true?” Emily smiles, her eyes set on her.

Spencer smiles. “Yeah. It is.”

““Why?”

The word hangs in the air between them. It’s strange how such a  tiny word can forebode so much trouble. Her mind feels thick; her thoughts slippery and rubbery. What he is asking is incomprehensible to her. She has no answer to give, just that it’s impossible to open up about what happened in the dollhouse.

She sighs and opens the car door, taking a seat inside. Toby sits in the driver’s seat a moment later, his eyes still wide and pondering. He still is awaiting an answer.

She shakes her head. “I just can’t talk about it. I wouldn’t even know what to say.”

“Say anything,” he beckons. “Start with something small.”

She breathes in through her nose. She stares at her hands. They are shaking. She links them together to stop the quivering, but it’s not enough. They still tremble. Then Toby’s hand is on top of hers. He pacifies her trembling.

She looks up at him, her eyes locking to his. She takes in a quick breath. “I never saw the girls. The only reason I knew they were even there is because I heard their screams.  I convinced myself that it wasn’t all real… That some of it was recordings, but honestly? I don’t really know.”

His face crumples in concern and pain. He moves his arm around her, and scoots closer. His body aligns next to his. She relaxes slightly and leans into him. He runs his fingers over her hair and down her back. For a split second, she finds release, but then it quickly disintegrates. Thoughts of what happened in there restore in her mind. She’s still being tortured.

She clenches to him, resting her face into his shoulder. Her nose jabs into his arm. She has both arms looped around him. She begins to sob; in response, he holds her more tightly. “God, it was so awful, Toby.”

He rubs her back and places a long, chaste  kiss to head. He keeps his lips there as her body quakes with anguish and wails. She can barely breathe. Before the dollhouse, she could hold Toby and everything would be better. When his arms were around her, she was home. But now... Now, everything has changed. There is no safe place. There is no refuge. It’s just mass destruction turmoil, and Toby’s been caught in the crossfire.

It’s not his fault. Every horrible thing that’s happened before was taken away when Toby touched her, but not anymore. She’s numb. She can’t feel him there. That’s why she can’t open up. He’s not there. She can’t feel or touch or see him. She’s still in that place, being tortured, getting her soul ripped out.

For once, he can’t fix her. It’s bigger than him.

“I don’t feel relief from getting out of there,” she whispers once the sobbing ceases. She is curled up into him. She sits in between his legs, his arms encircled around her, her arms on his. His head  rests on her shoulder. “I just feel dread for the next bad thing to happen,” she mutters lowly.

The dark phrase fills in the air around them like moisture and humidity. She can feel the words press against her, making her smaller--forcing her to shrink herself. She is scared of being crushed.

“If you’re going through hell, keep going,” Toby voices.

Spencer sucks in a breath. “Winston Churchill doesn’t realize that hell is infinite,” Spencer deadpans.

Toby sighs against her, his body slumping ever so slightly behind her. He tugs her closer and presses a kiss to her temple. “You will make it through this,” he whispers in a confident, strong tone. “And I will be there for every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.”

She stands there in shock. Her heart stalls. The world reverses  to a time far before this; when he was hers, and she was his. It was a time of love, but also torment. Her heart was black and decaying, but then Toby came and put the crumbled pieces back together. He was her one true love, and it was just that simple. She was so sure of their love. They’d be together forever, except that was false.

Suddenly her mother is speaking. She has a arm around Spencer and  is bringing her close to whisper. “That’s Yvonne, my opponent's daughter... And is that Toby with her?”

It’s funny how small the world is. Her life  is just one big joke. Toby has caught her eye now too. Whatever he was saying to the girl, Yvonne, comes to a pause. His mouth closes, only to reopen--his jaw hanging on the floor. He stares, wide-eyed and gaping. The papers in his hands fumble in his hand. Yvonne touches his shoulder, concerned. She follows his gaze with furrowed eyebrows and lands on Spencer and her mother.

Spencer swallows and looks away. She turns around and begins walking the other way. Her mother quickly mimics her daughter’s actions. Her mother is scolding her now. “Oh, Spencer, that’s not how you confront someone, aren’t you going to at least say hello?” her mother shakes her head, using a tight, disapproving tone.

Spencer ignores her. She is a twenty-three-year-old. She does not need to listen to her mother’s demands anymore. She sincerely doubts that her mother would be  racing to greet her father if they had a chance encounter. Spencer pins her lips together, agitated. What the fuck is Toby doing in Rosewood? 

She convinces herself she doesn’t care. The opposite of love is indifference, right? But yet, she spends the rest of the afternoon pondering and fretting. How is Toby doing? What is he doing now? Who is this Yvonne to him? A new girlfriend, perhaps? The thought produces a pit in her stomach. 

Rosewood has always been hell for her, and that hasn’t changed. Of course Toby 's here. Of course she saw him.Of course seeing him brought an overwhelming surge of urgency and desire for him; what they had. She’s nostalgic,  that’s it. She still hasn’t found someone who loves her like he  did; she still hasn’t found someone to love like she loved him.

She doesn’t miss him. She just misses the feelings she got when she was with him. That’s it. And surely there is another man out there who can make her feel like Toby Cavanaugh did, right? There has to be someone.

When he saw her, his heart literally stopped. In fact, his whole entire body just began to crumble. His organs started to fail. His brain waves went immobile. He forgot how to work his limbs and steady himself. He would have fallen over if Yvonne, the woman he is doing carpentry work for, wasn’t there to support him. 

She was with her mother. She turned around right after he saw her. He only got a glimpse. He just got a glimpse of the person who was everything to him. He only got a peek of the person who was his entire world. Since losing her, he has been lost in the galaxy, trying to find a new world; a new home, but there’s been nothing.

For a split second, he was taken back home. He was taken back to the planet. His hope was restored, but then it was gone. She turned around, and he remembered they are done for. The planet he thought he found once again had been destroyed a long time ago. It’s not there anymore. He just passed a sparkling asteroid that  caught his eye, but it was gone in a quick second. There is no point of chasing after an asteroid. All asteroids do is pass by and destroy. They go too fast, they run off. They don’t wait.

Spencer and he once shared something very real and intimate, but they don’t anymore.It’s been over for awhile. It’s better that she ran off. There is no point of stretching out the hurt. He saw her pass by and will move on.

I’m just gonna make an OC haha! It’s easier that way. And also this takes place after 6x10, so IDK. Somewhere in the future.

They are in Toby’s apartment. Spencer is making them pasta salad for dinner, along with a chicken. Toby is helping her, but has never been the chef of the two. He flirts with her, distracts her, and wraps his hands around her back, hugging her from behind. She keeps scolding him, telling him that he’s going to make her miss something in the recipe, but he still peppers kisses along her neckline and runs his fingers over her arms. He doesn’t listen, and secretly she is glad he doesn’t.

In the middle of cooking, someone knocks at the door. Toby kisses her the tip of her ear, releasing her from his hold before going to get it. Spencer glances over, curious who would be at the door.

Toby opens the door and Spencer gets a glimpse of the person. It’s a woman. Soon more of Spencer’s attention is on the woman and Toby than the cucumbers she is cutting. She sets the knife down, not looking to cut herself open. She busies herself with another simple task so she can spy  and listen in.

“Toby, God, I’m sorry! Do you mind coming over and fixing the printer again? I’m so clueless when it comes to technology, but I really need it fixed. I have this school thing…,” the woman explains. She is tall, maybe her height or a little shorter. She has a nice, curvy body and golden, bronze skin with a blonde ombre and dark brown hair. She has an egg head and big feet, but nonetheless, she’s pretty. 

“How do you break it so often?” Toby shakes his head, laughing.