I should probably stop writing so many fanfictions at the same time, but I felt like I needed something lighter and funnier and I don't know, I wanted to do something more OOC and etc. So, yeah. This fanfiction was born. I'm actually pretty excited about this one, so I hope you guys like it :3
Oh, this fanfiction is based on Walk The Moon's "Next in Line", so you might want to check that song out to figure out a bit of this fan fiction's storyline :)
I think that's all...
Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars. Big deal. Move on.
"What the fuck, though?" Spencer slurred, fully aware that she probably looked miserable and helpless to anyone who decided to barge into her apartment right about now – which would probably be weird and she'd have to call the cops, by the way. "Who breaks a six month relationship over something so ridiculous as blazers?" She rolled her eyes, looking at her green eyed best friend, waiting for her reply.
Jenna held back a snort, "What? He broke up with you because your blazers? You don't even wear them that much," she frowned.
Spencer shook her head, frustrated that her friend wasn't catching on the obvious matter, "That's the problem, you idiot! Don't you see? He broke up with me because apparently I don't wear them enough!" She snapped, and Jenna felt her eyes widening.
"What?" Okay, now she was laughing. "What the actual fuck? Wren broke up with you over your choice of clothing? Are you serious?" She felt the tears in her eyes, and the look Spencer was throwing at her. "Okay, I'm fine, I'm fine. What exactly did he say, though?"
Spencer sighed, then mentioned that her friend should fill her cup with the clear beverage that was her best friend in moments like these – vodka. Shrugging while she downed another cup, she answered, "He said I don't wear them enough, and that he couldn't deal with it. Or something, I don't know. I'm too drunk to remember." She narrowed her eyes, "We've always had two of the same board in that wall?" she asked.
Jenna looked over her shoulder, then at her best friend again. Snatching back the cup, she rolled her eyes, "Okay, enough with the drinking."
"Whatever." Spencer sighed, then looking at her friend, she asked again, "Should I call him and tell him I'll wear more blazers?"
Looking horrified by only the thought of her best friend calling the doctor, let alone wear more of the hideous piece her friend so poorly judged as a good choice of clothing, she shook her head, "If you want me to leave this place and find a new roommate plus never look your way again, sure!"
Spencer pouted, "Stop being a bitch, I'm suffering."
Rolling her eyes – and seriously, Jenna has lost the count of how many times she's done so since her mocha eyed friend entered their apartment, Jenna sighed, "Okay, sorry. But seriously, don't. The dude wore scarves and bowties, Spencer! Bowties."
"So?" Spencer challenged, "Why is that bad?"
"Have you ever watched Glee, like, at all?" She snapped back, and then Spencer widened her eyes.
"No, he does not wear bowties! Fuck you, Jenna." Raising an eyebrow, Jenna was about to answer when Noel and Toby barged in without knocking. Toby threw himself on the chair beside Spencer and Noel sat on Jenna's side, kissing her cheek as a greeting.
Looking at Spencer's way, Noel flinched, "Jesus, Spencer. You look like shit."
Flipping him off, Spencer smiled sourly, "Thanks a lot, asshat. I'm having a crisis, okay? Wren just dumped me." Turning to Toby, she pouted, "Should I wear more blazers?"
Looking at Jenna, the blue eyed boy asked, probably freaked out, "The hell she's on about?"
"Wren dumped her because she doesn't wear enough blazers." She snickered, and Noel laughed.
"I don't think that's the reason, though. He probably dumped her because she doesn't have a dick, for starters." Spencer looked at him with a warning glance, glaring when Jenna high fived him.
"Ha fucking ha. You two are just hilarious," she sniffed. Turning to her best friend, she asked again, "Seriously, Toby. I know you can take this seriously. Should I?"
Toby sighed, and Spencer knew how much he was fighting back the comments that were probably just as crude and stupid like the ones their oh-so-great best friends weren't so shy on putting out. "No, Spence, I don't think you should wear more blazers. I like your clothes just fine." He smiled softly, and Spencer smiled back.
Looking at Jenna and Noel, who were now backing away towards the green eyed girl's bedroom, she rolled her eyes, "You know what? I like you better than I like Jenna." She said loudly enough for the girl to hear, but obviously Jenna was too occupied with Noel to pay her any attention.
Getting up, Spencer went to the fridge and grabbed two cans of Pepsi. Taking two cups, she threw all the liquid there after having filled the glasses with ice cubs.
Sliding one over the counter towards Toby, she sipped her drink. "Where's the lemon slices?" she heard Toby asking, and Spencer looked at him from the corner of her eye.
"The lemon slices." He pointed to the cup she had offered him.
"Yeah, okay. I repeat. What?"
"Jesus, Spencer. Has being dumped by Mr. Bowties fried your brain?" He sighed, taking a lemon from the basket and reaching around the counter for a knife, "You know I don't drink Pepsi without lemon slices."
"Gee, sorry. Didn't know you were on your period." Rolling her eyes, she walked around the counter and threw herself on the couch. "I'm sad."
Toby smiled and after making sure his drink was just as he liked it, made his way towards her and sat by her side, "You know what'll cheer you up?" he asked.
"What?" She asked, curiously. Leaning on the back of the couch, she watched as he took the remote and turned the TV on.
"We'll watch the food network and we'll make a drinking game. We'll take a sip of our non-alcoholic beverage everytime Paula Deen says the word 'butter'." He informed her, and Spencer chuckled.
"Thank God it's only Pepsi, otherwise I'd have a post- break up hangover to worry about tomorrow morning."
The two of them turned their attention to the TV, and as Toby had predicted, the word 'butter' had been mentioned at least 3 times on the course of 15 minutes.
"Fuck, I need another cup." Spencer whined, "Can you go get it for me?"
"Do I look like I'm your bitch or something?" he snapped back, and Spencer eyed him. "What?"
Spencer shook her head, "I was checking if you had suddenly turned into a woman and because I'm in my drunken state I didn't notice, but nope, I'm still pretty sure you own a dick." She shrugged, waving the empty cup in his face. "Now will you please make me a favor and go get another cup for your drunk and heartbroken best friend?"
Toby groaned, "I hate you."
"I love you too babe." She smiled back.
Toby only rolled his eyes. A drunk Spencer never failed to amuse him.
Spencer wakes up with the feeling of a warm body pressed up against her back, and the icy mint breath against her neck. Feeling something poke her cheek, she murmurs, "That better be your finger."
Laughing, Toby presses his face on the back of her head, "Good morning to you, too." He murmured, and Spencer turned around.
"Why are you pressing your face onto my head? Are you okay?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
Rolling his eyes, Toby snorted, "Yeah, Spencer. I'm just fine."
"Uh-huh." Looking at the clock on the other side of the room, she looked back at him, "Why are you here, exactly?" she asked, and Toby mocked offense.
"You want me to leave? Just when I was about to make you a yummy breakfast?" He asked, and Spencer felt her mouth watering. There wasn't any food she loved more than Toby's.
"Not a fucking way. You're staying." She hugged him sideways and then realizing their positions on the small couch, she made a move to get up. "Why the hell are we cuddling?"
Toby shrugged, holding her close, "You were being annoying again and whining about how you felt lonely and unloved and I figured cuddling would shut you up. Not my fault I'm so good to lay with that you just fell asleep in my arms." Spencer narrowed her eyes.
"I wasn't whining about how I felt lonely and unloved," He gave her a pointed look, "Whatever. Go make my breakfast, I'm hungry."
Before she could stand up again, Toby grabbed her by the waist, securing her yet again against his body, "I have to go to my apartment though. I need to shower and get ready for work."
Spencer nodded, "Okay. Will you meet me down here in 30 minutes? I have work at 10am. It's 9."
Toby nodded, kissing her cheek and helping her stand up, then taking her hand and letting her help him stand up. "Sure thing."
When he was out of the apartment, Spencer made her way towards the bathroom and began undressing, just when she turned the shower on, she heard Jenna's voice. "Toby spent the night." That wasn't a question.
"Noel spent the night." Was Spencer's reply. She didn't need to look at Jenna to know that the bitch had a smirk on her face.
"Oh, come on, Spencer. Tell me the details!" Spencer whined, "Why did he spend the night?"
Sighing, Spencer thought back of the night before, "We were making fun of Paula Deen, I got bored, probably started bitching about Wren, I grew tired, he grew tired, we fell asleep."
The room suddenly grew quiet, "Fuck, this story is as boring as I expected it to be."
"Sorry to disappoint, princess," Spencer wasn't sorry at all, "Now will you please make me a favor and get the fuck out? I'm trying to shower here, and unless you want to have the awkward conversation in which I'll kindly tell you that I do not swing that way, I'd like to do it while you're not in a 5 feet distance from me. Probably smirking like I have a feeling you are." Oh yeah, she was good.
"Whatever," she heard Jenna mumble while the girl left the bathroom.
20 minutes later, Spencer left her bedroom completely dressed for work, she faced an empty kitchen. Looking around the room, she didn't see Jenna nor Toby. Her eyes locked with the clock, and she noticed it was 9:45am.
"Great. Just great." She mumbled, grabbing a cup of coffee which Jenna miraculously left for her, and downing it in big gulps. Grabbing her bag, she left the apartment.
Pissed off at Toby for letting her down on such point in her life, but still.
Life goes on, even if you're boyfriend-less and without breakfast.
"You're late." Aria tells her the minute she steps into the spa.
"Yeah, well." Is all Spencer answers, throwing her bag under the counter and sighing sadly, "I just got dumped, so lay off a bit, will you?"
Looking sympathetically at the taller girl, Aria asked, "He finally figured out he doesn't like what you have to offer?"
Spencer groaned, "What is up with you guys and trying to imply that my ex-boyfriend is actually gay?"
Aria rolled her eyes, "Maybe the fact that he asked me what kind of shampoo I use."
"So? He likes to keep his appearances."
Aria gave her a pointed look, "He asked me what I did for it to be shiny and soft the way it is."
"He likes shiny things!" She shot back.
"He complimented Ezra's jeans."
"He likes clothes!"
"He said the word 'fabulous' twice while in a conversation about Prada with Hanna Marin, of all people! For crying out loud, Spencer! You're not that clueless, are you?"
"Whatever." She mumbled, "I'm done with this conversation. Go shave someone's back or something like that, you're annoying me." She said, grabbing the first thing that came into her view – which was an ad about the cons and pros of using moisturizer.
Not looking up when Aria was leaving, she threw the ad away and turned her attention to the computer. Time to work.
It wasn't even past 11 when Toby entered the spa, ignoring the people in the waiting room who sent him dirty looks whilst he walked past them as if they weren't there.
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Cavanaugh. Your bikini wax isn't for another two hours." Spencer said loudly once she noticed the blue-eyed man making his way towards the counter where she was playing on the computer.
When he noticed all the looks he received after Spencer's greeting, he glared at her, "Asshole."
Shrugging, Spencer replied, "Just giving back for making me coming to work without my breakfast."
Toby leaned in the counter and looked at the computer, furrowing his brows and showing her where she should move her next cards, "You suck at Patience," he commented, and when she flipped him off, he smiled, "Didn't Jenna give you my message? I had to leave early because apparently I forgot I had a class across the town at 9:50am."
Feeling her mouth open in an "o" shape, Spencer furrowed her brows, "Who was it?"
Toby shrugged, "Emily."
"I thought she had cried last time you went to give her a lesson?"
"Yeah, but then I played Barney's theme song in the piano and she was excited for the next one. She wants me to teach her how to play all the Disney songs." Rolling his eyes, Toby smiled softly.
"Oh, the tender 5 years olds. Gotta love them." Spencer teased, and Toby laughed.
"Hey, since I blew our breakfast plans, do you wanna have lunch or something? I didn't drive across town to be turned down, and this is me subtly telling you that you have no choice but to come with me. I'll even let you choose the restaurant."
"You're such a gentleman." Spencer mocked, "Fine. I get off in 10 minutes."
Toby smirked, "Wanky."
Rolling her eyes, Spencer fought back a laugh, "You're not funny."
Toby smiled, "Yeah, I am. You're fighting back a smile."
Looking down, Spencer shook her head, "Am not."
"Are too." He teased, "Your eyes are getting that crinkle thing it always does when you are fighting back a smile."
Damn him for knowing me so well.
"Well, okay, whatever. Will you wait for me at the car, please?" She asked, eyeing the line that was forming behind him.
Looking behind him as well, Toby nodded. Smiling softly, he inched closer and kissed her cheek. "See you in 10." He whispered, leaving the place.
Spencer blames the alcohol and the lack of nutrients for the tingly feeling at the pit of her stomach.
Whatever, it's just Toby.
Did I make you the least curious? Please tell me I did! I love writing OOC Spencer and Toby :3