Say You Won't Let Go (Spoby Story)

Chapter XXI

*Spencer's POV*

It has been a month since Jonny left my apartment with a bang, literally. I'm sure the people in the street heard the door slam shut.

I haven't done much since then. Like usual I go to college, go home and study. The only difference is I have had Toby to go home to.

He makes me dinner when he is on day shift and we stay at each others houses on a regular bases. It's amazing to walk into him making me food.

I have spoke to my mom a few times. It has been very brief encounters but at least I make the effort to stop by and say hi.

I haven't been using my car recently either. I've decided that the only way to get fit is to actually try.

I walk home from College everyday and today is no different.

I love people watching. Seeing all the different people from different walks of life. I always wonder what they have been through. What's their story?

I walk up the steps to my apartment and everyday it gets easier. I swear walking home is making me fitter.

"Hey," I say when I open the door, a smile spread on my face. I look over to Toby and he is pacing back and forth with a worried expression plastered on his face.

"What wrong?" I ask, my time changing from cheerful to anxious. Toby is never usually like this.

"My mom called today," he answers, not looking up from the ground. He continues to walk continuously up and down the floor.

"What did she say?" I ask. I sit my bags onto the ground beside the kitchen table and walk over to him. He finally looks at me and I can see he looks stressed.

"My family are having a party," he pauses and rolls his eyes. "No in her eyes it's a ball," sarcasm in his tone.

I try not to laugh at him.

"She said I must come as there will be an important announcement," he mocks his mothers voice.

"What's so bad about that?" I ask, not really understanding. He never really talks about his parents, or family in general.

I knew when we were dating back in high school he wasn't close to his parents but he still made the effort to see them.

"I've not spoken to my dad in two years," he states, looking at me in the eye. "We got in this argument after I broke up with you, the same day actually," he mumbles. I try not to think about that.

"I was so fed up of having to keep the families reputation and being a carpenter wasn't the high standard job my dad wanted my to get. We started shouting at each other and he ended up kicking me out the house," he explains with a sigh. I nod my head in understanding.

"I'm sure that your dad will want to see you. He probably can't wait to speak to you again," I encourage. One thing I don't want Toby to do is to not go to this 'ball' no matter how much he doesn't want to.

"He's not like that. I tried to speak to him last year but my mom said he didn't want to look at me," he breathes. I can tell he is worried about this.

"Toby just go. It will be fun. All your family and friends will be there," I say, trying to look him in the eye.

"I don't know....." he battles.

"Maybe you should come," he suggests.

"Toby I can't," I shake my head. No way am I going to a party with loads of rich people.

"Yes you can," he smiles. "You can be my date,"

"No way," I laugh, waking away from him and taking a seat on the couch.

"Yes! We can go together and stay for an hour or something," he says, talking to himself.

He follows me around the sofa and stops at my feet.

"No way am I going to a ball full of rich people," I say, shaking my head again. Toby smiles at me and sits down beside me.

"Please," he begs, putting his hands together and giving me the look he calls his 'sorrow filled eyes'.

"No way," I can't believe it but I'm actually thinking about going. It would be nice to meet Toby's parents.

"If you don't go, I don't go," he smirks.

"That's unfair. This is your family, not mine," I moan.

"At least think about?" He asks, kissing my cheek before getting up off the sofa and going to the kitchen.

"Fine," I huff. Maybe I should go, it would be nice. No, I'm not going to sit in a room with rich, snobby people for a night.

"So what do you want for dinner?" Toby asks, changing the subject and turning the oven on.

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A chapter to celebrate St. Andrew's day tomorrow. The day Scotland play bagpipes, eat shortbread, sing raby burns and drink Irn Bru.