Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 42

Trying to take my mind off all the Yvonne drama, I had Aria drag me to a dress fitting. All of her dresses were older and vintage, but perfect for her.

"Aria, you look so beautiful." I said, admiring her in the sixth dress she had tried on that afternoon. It was a little too poofy for me, but it was perfect for her. She looked flawless.

"Why don't you try on something?" Aria asked.

I shook my head. "No, today is about you."

Aria begged me. She told me how awkward it felt to be doing this alone. I finally gave in, letting her pick out a few dresses for me.

"This one will look perfect on you," Aria said, shoving a champagne-colored dress into my arms, "Toby will love you in this."

Nonetheless, I try the dress on. I had my doubts at first, but once the dress was on, all those doubts faded away. It was gorgeous. This is going to be my wedding dress. I can feel it.

I show Aria what I look like in the dress, and she nearly cries. I roll my eyes. She was so dramatic sometimes. But I still love her.

"Now we should work on my dress for your wedding," I say. I don't want her to get distracted and miss the important things.

I change out of the dress and back into my regular clothes. I checked my phone after I grabbed my jeans.

"Where are you?"

"I need you. Now."

"Please call me."

All texts were from Toby. I quickly put the rest of my clothing on and rush out of the dress store, saying goodbye to Aria.

I dial Toby's number and I call him. It goes straight to voicemail. I called him three more times, and he still didn't answer until the last ring of the fourth call.

"Toby! What's wrong? Are you alright?" I ask, terrified. What if he's hurt? Or worse, with Yvonne?

"Spencer, calm down. I'm alright. Just don't freak out."

"Why would I freak out? What happened?"

"I was shot."

My heart drops to my stomach. I start hyperventilating. I can't breathe. I feel like I'm going to die. "W-W-Where are you?" I managed to get out.

"Rosewood Hospital." He says. I tell him that I'll meet him there.

I calm myself down.

He's alright.

Obviously he's alright. If he's calling me from his phone, he should be okay, right?

He must be in pain. I hate seeing Toby in pain. Being a strong and clever guy, he would never admit when he was hurting.

He loves acting like the doctor. He takes care of me when I'm sick. He takes really good care of me.

I always offer to help him if he's hurt or sick, but he refuses. He insists he can take care of it himself.

I really hope he won't do that now.