Unconditional - Spobys Story

Pictures Hold Stories

It's two days until Spoby breakup, like I can't even take the stress oml 😭 I will miss them SOOOO much and probably won't watch pll
anymore 🙌  Hbu? 😫
-Eva 💓🙈

Toby's POV:

Watching her there, confuses me. My feelings for Spencer and Yvonne, just jumbled up into a mess.
"Spence..." I say breaking the silence. "I'm- I'm sorry," I gently put my hand over her fragile fingers. I get no reply, just deep, brown eyes staring back at me; drowning in emotion. "I know I can't take back what I di- what happened, but let me try to make it up to you. Please."
"I doubt that will happen..." She mumbles. Not really knowing what to say, I attempt to comfort her, by wrapping by arms round her crouched body.
"Toby, stop trying to make it out as if nothing happened!" She pushes me off and stands up. I guess we'll give it... time, maybe?

Spencer's POV:

Again. Saying nothing happened.
"No matter what you say, or do, will change anything!" I walk away from him, over to my bed. I think now I'm more, upset or sad than I was before. It was all just anger, now it's the effects, effects of the loss of trust spreading across me.
"Well, because it's Alison's fathers funeral tomorrow, if you like you could stay at -"
"No." I reply sharply. So now he thinks by inviting me round it will all just go away..?  I feel his body walk up behind me, I can feel the tense space between us.
"Please? I don't really know where it is or the time we need to be there. Just for a night..? Also to, to talk things over?"
I turn around, still not looking at him, "What's there to talk about."

I'm gonna make up a word 😂

"To, un-confuse things, it may help..."
"I, uh, don't know."
"I'll be downstairs, come if you want." And with that, I was alone. Why do I miss him already? Seeing as I'm the one pushing Toby away. Lost in my own thoughts, I take a step towards the stairs. One by one, nearing to him by the door.
"Just this once..." It's not because I want him back, I don't want to be by myself tonight, maybe the last time I won't be alone. A small, controlled smile sets across his face, as a final tear falls from my damp eyes. "We don't have to rude your bike, right?"
He slightly laughs, "What else? But of you're scared-"
"I am not scared!"
"Then prove it," he smirks. I try to prevent a smile, but feel my cheeks raise.
"Gladly."
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Toby's POV:

It was an awkward ride back, to say the least. But I'm happy she is staying, I still enjoy having her around. I open the door for her, and we silently walk inside.
"It's getting late actually, I think I'll go get some rest," she says, walking into a spare bedroom.
"Sure," I reply, "I'm just here if you need anything."
"Um, ... thanks."
Around ten minutes later, she calls: "Is this her..?"
I walk into the room, to find her buried in a pile of pictures.
"Toby?" Tears in her eyes she looks down at a picture, of Yvonne kissing my cheek. Then another, of her in my arms. "You had them... printed?"
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"You look good in a suit,"
"And you look good in red,"
"Yea? Why thank you! Tonight's gonna be amazing!"
"I know, because I'm with you,"
"Well don't get too drunk, I wanna get your bike home,"
"Huh, Sure thing,"
"I'll remember tonight, I'll remember it with you.
"Always."
"Muah! -snap- how'd you like that!?"
"Very much...."                
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"That was her idea..." I reply, thinking back to the photographic night, "She was keen on photos," I continue.
"Just like you..."
"I guess... Hey, why don't I put these away."
"Uh, sure," she says looking back down at the scattered photos, "I better get some sleep, I don't think I slept at all last night. And we've got the funeral tomorrow."
I clear the pictures off the bed, "Yeah, well night."
"Mhm, night."