Spencer And Toby: A TeAm Troubles

Still There

"Toby!" I called, rushing around the kitchen as I waited for him to get up. It was Monday, and I was taking a day off from school due to some pretty bad morning sickness and cramps in my stomach which made me refrain from eating breakfast this morning, but Toby still had to go to work. The toast that I had made popped up from the toaster, done, and I carefully took it out and set them beside the scrambled eggs and bacon I had already put on a plate. I had been living here for a week so far, and in some ways I couldn't be happier. Toby came home from work around four in the afternoon on most week days (he didn't work on weekends), and at night if we weren't too busy we tried to find a movie that we hadn't seen before at the library and watch it together. Toby didn't have enough money to pay for cable and I didn't want my parents to know that I had the Netflix password and that I was still able to log in, so I just stayed away from that until the whole thing died down. Of course, none of our fights had been as bad as this one was, but knowing my family we thrived on making things more difficult for each other and challenging each other to make ourselves into better people.

Sitting down at the island I took a sip from the glass of cranberry juice I had poured. "Toby Cavanaugh, you have work today. Get your butt out here or I'll eat the breakfast I made for you!" I called out to the bathroom where he had taken a shower and was now getting changed. He walked out with just jeans on, his t-shirt in his hand, and a towel in his other hand which he was using to dry off his hair. His hair wasn't as long as it was before, I actually liked it better this length, but that didn't change the fact that it looked funny and shaggy when it was wet. I got up and walked over to him, and he took the towel out of his hair as I ran my hand through it, causing his wet hair to fall unbalanced to the side. He smirked down on me, giving me a kiss before pulling on his shirt.

"Thanks, Spence. You didn't have to make me breakfast," he said, walking over to the island with me and sitting down in the barstool beside me, picking up a piece of bacon. 

"I know that I didn't have to, but I wanted to cook for you as a thank you for letting me stay here," I said, trying to avoid looking at his food as a sudden wave of nausea hit and I fought to push it back. If there was one thing I hated more than anything, it was throwing up or seeing someone else throw up, so my goal was to try to push away that feeling when it came up.

"No need to thank me, it's nice having you here," he replied, giving me a smile, which I shakily returned as I took a deep breath and felt the nausea fade. "So what are your plans for the day? I'm going to have the car, but we still have a lot of horror movies from the library here that we didn't get to on Saturday night," he suggested.

"I know, but I want to watch those with you. Those aren't the types of movies that are good to watch home alone," I said, laughing a little at the thought of me sitting on the couch with the lights off and the shades drawn watching 'The Conjuring' or 'Psycho'. I'm not a scaredy cat when it comes to watching horror movies, but I don't want to subject myself to that when I won't have someone to go check out the creepy sounds I here when I think that there is someone in the bedroom. 

"Alright," he said before glancing down at his watch to see what time it was. "Damn, I'm going to be late. Thanks so much for breakfast, Spencer," he said before quickly standing up from the stool and running over to the door, grabbing his jacket from where it hung on a hook on the wall. I walked over to the door and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

"Bye, love you," I said, smiling even though I was sad that he had to leave.

"I love you too," he said, grinning, before shutting the door behind himself and I could hear his footsteps as he retreated down the stairs outside the apartment to where his truck was parked below. I faintly heard the engine start and the car pull away, and then went over to the kitchen to clean up, putting the plate from Toby's breakfast in the dishwasher, as well as the utensils and the glasses. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet beside the bathroom and was about to take a shower when I heard a knock on the door. Rolling my eyes with a smirk I walked back over, opening it up to who I thought was Toby.