Spoby One-Shots [COMPLETE]

Drunk

I sat in the barn, reading one of the many books I had brought with me. I didn't know how long exactly I would stay in Rosewood, so I brought as many books with me as I could. Shakespeare, mostly. I was always a sucker for Shakespeare. And there was nothing that I loved more than enjoying a nice book and a cup of coffee on a rainy evening.

There was a knock at the front door. Automatically assuming it was my mother or Melissa, I answered it without checking.

Toby stood in front of me, soaked by the rain. "Spencer..." He said. It seemed like that was the only thing he could say. Without thinking, I hurriedly brought him inside, telling him to get rid of his wet clothes. The last thing I wanted was for him to get sick.

"Go take a warm shower. What the hell are you doing walking around outside in the rain?" I scolded. It was moments like this where I turned into my mother.

"You're so pretty." Toby said, petting my hair. He was so close to my face, I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Okay, you've definitely been drinking," I said, slightly pushing him away, "I'm going to make you some tea. Go take a shower." I repeated.

Toby, stumbling a bit, made his way to the bathroom. I shook my head. All I wanted was a peaceful evening. Toby just had to show up. Why can't his new girlfriend take care of him instead? He obviously cares more for Yvonne than he ever did for me.

I put some water in the kettle and let it sit on the stove. As I waited for the water to boil, I amused myself by listening to Toby's frustrated, drunken grunts from the bathroom. Poor thing was too drunk to even take a shower. I wonder what caused this spontaneous alcohol binge? Maybe Yvonne was extremely hard to put up with, and Toby needed to take the edge off.

The screeching from the kettle snapped me out of my trance, and I made my way back to the kitchen, making Toby's cup of tea. I also brought out a blanket for him, in case he needed to spend the night. Caleb was out of town, and the fling between us ended for good when he left.

The water from the shower turned off, indicating that Toby was finished in the shower. He came out, with only a towel wrapped around his lower half. I brought out some of Caleb's clothes, hoping he would put them on, instead of standing there, practically naked.

Toby came back, clad in an old sweatshirt and pajama pants. As much as I didn't want to admit it to myself, he looked good, despite being drunk.

"Take me back." Toby said, laying next to me, resting his head on my lap.

"I can't, Toby. You have Yvonne." I said, petting his soft, brownish-blonde hair. I wonder what Yvonne would think if she knew that Toby was here with me.

"Not anymore. I proposed and she said no." He said. His words hit me like a train. Yvonne is absolutely insane. Who would say no to Toby? She must be blind.

"Hey, don't worry about her. She's obviously insane." I said. I only said the things I knew Toby wanted to hear. I kept my opinion out.

"Take me back." Toby repeated.

"Toby, I can't go back to you right after you break up with your girlfriend. You're moving too fast."

"Spencer, please." He begged.

"Toby, go to bed. You're drunk." I ordered. He needed some sleep. Maybe in the morning, he'll come to his senses.

"I may be a bit drunk, but I'm still sober enough to do this," he said. Toby leaned over, pressing his lips against mine. We hadn't kissed in four years. Toby's tongue slipped into my mouth, and the smallest moan escaped from me.

I pushed him away. "This isn't right." I said. It wasn't morally right, but it felt so good. Kissing his lips was like being addicted to ecstasy. It felt so amazing and I wanted more, but it wasn't good for me.

But, like any addict, I gave in. I leaned in for another kiss, then another. Then again, then again. Toby moaned as I lifted up his sweatshirt, and every piece of clothing that followed.

Nothing felt more amazing, and the night ended perfectly, with us sharing our love on the bed.