There are Certain Things You Can't Lie About Ms Hastings

Waking Up

Hey Guys so a little while back my friend asked me to write a fanfiction for her OTP Spencer and Toby from Pretty Little Liars and so this is it :) Please give it a read, comment, give feedback, it would mean heaps :) thank you have a nice day baiii 

Toby:

  

  I close my eyes. I take a breath. And I wait for the sun to come up.

     I wait. And I wait and after what seems like my whole lifetime, I see the early mornings rays start to tiptoe over the furthest eastern trees of Rosewood. I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes for the first time in 24 hours, too many things circling in side my head to really concentrate on anything.

    “Son?” I open my eyes. A man with a broom and a brown beanie is standing over me, a look of hesitance on his face. “Are you alright?”

     I squint up at him, and then hold up my hand to block the son out of my eyes.

     “I’m fine,” I put my hands up against the wall and push myself up onto my feet to prove to him I wasn’t drunk. He looked at me hesitantly. 

     “Do you need me to call anyone?”

     “No, really I’m fine, I was just . . .” the lie came easily to my lips. “I’m waiting for someone,” His eyes swiveled from my face to the bar behind me. “But thank you for your concern.” He looked back at me. Probably sensing I didn’t want him near me, he nodded and walked off.

     I waited until he’d turned the corner into the next street before I turned and headed in the opposite direction, going nowhere in particular. There were a few people up and about on this Wednesday morning is Rosewood, and my watch told me it was 5:31am. Café’s and newsagents were starting to open, and I stopped at a shop called ‘Morning Wake-up’ on my way to wherever I was going, my stomach just starting to register that I hadn’t eaten in over twenty hours. I bought a bagel and a Large Cappuccino, figuring I’d need the caffeine if I were going to survive school today. School.

I hated it. And I’m not saying that as in I ‘hate’ having pickles on my burger, this was a legitimate, fire fueled hate, that seemed to get worse every day. There was no benefit to any of it; I already know how the world works and the people that are in it. And I didn’t need someone telling me otherwise.       

But still, as much as I hate it, I couldn’t help but feel a small anticipation. Because if I go to school I get to see her.