You're the Colour, the Movement and the Spin
Chapter Three: Breath in Breath Out.

Spencer let out an exhausted sigh as her body hit the soft fabric of her bed. Her day had been long and it had been stressful. Her legs ached, but not from field hockey or jogging, but from walking home. Since A had showed up 2 months ago she had been slowly wearing down, her body was under pressure and her mind was too active to sleep at night, making her un-rested muscles ache with small movements, but she powered through, she was Spencer Hastings after all.

Taking in a deep breath she sat up once again, this wasn't a time for rest, she had homework to finish and..…Toby. Looking over at the clock and realized that it was 4:30 and remembered her promise to Toby that she would be back, and paused. Would he wait for her? Would he wonder where she is? If she didn't show up would he be worried?

Shaking her head of these thoughts Spencer walked over to her desk, pulling up her backpack and pulling out a text book, she needed to calm down before she met up with him, she needed to clear her head, these thoughts were not allowed, as much as she didn't mind them, they weren't allowed, and couldn't be acted upon, what would her parents say? What would the neighbours say? What would the town say?

Clearing some things away Spencer sat down at her desk, her intent to forget about every feeling that he gave her and put all of her energy into what she was doing, but her mind had other ideas. It was almost as if her mind was playing tricks on her, everything came back to him, every word reminded her of him, every sentence she read it was his voice, and every picture was his face.

Gripping her pencil she began to write faster and faster, her mind spinning a hundred miles an hour, hoping to push out every last thought of him, but she couldn't and let out an angry groan, slamming her book shut ad pushing her papers forward enough to make room to slam her head against her oak desk.

Why couldn't she get him out of her head, she never had this issue before with him, but before she never saw what a kind hearted human being he was, she never saw through the calm charade he put on there was pain in his eyes. Over everything there was one thing she couldn't figure out, was she feeling this was because she felt guilty? Or because there were actual feelings behind this mess?

Lifting her head up slightly she once again looked at the time and her eyes popped, had it really only been 20 minutes, it felt like an eternity, even though her mind was a straight track for Toby her mind was exhausted like she had been thinking about a million different things. Frankly she didn't know if she liked or hated the feeling, but she hadn't complained yet, she only knew they were wrong.

Giving up on her work she grabbed her knapsack and wondered what she should bring? Did she need too? They were going to be sitting around in each other's company for…she didn't know how long, she they needed something to keep them occupied.

Walking out into the hall she opened her family's closet of old games, for the Hastings reputation and for the condition of their house, they old games closet wasn't the most…organized room in the house. Digging through she came across a box of old mad libs, everyone liked mad libs right?

Shoving two sets into her bag she went a little deeper into the closet, moving old dusty boxes around in her search for something to do, almost desperately.

And she knew she was, she was extremely desperate to make sure every second of her time with Toby was occupied, though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was nervous, nervous that if even the smallest amount of silence or the smallest window was open for her to think around him, that she might actually have to acknowledge her feelings.

Moving a large box of random card games over to her right revealed an opening of new bored games for her to see. Looking the games up and down she came across one that she deemed perfect. Scrabble. She loved this game, not just for the educational factor, but because no one could or has ever beaten her at it.

Smiling to herself she proceeded to the bathroom, setting her back down on top of the toilet set and looked across the counter for a brush. Not being able to find one she bent down into the bottom drawer and opened it. This had been Ian and Melissa's bathroom when they had been living in the house a few weeks after they had gotten back together, Melissa saying it was too painful to be in that barn with memories of Wren still attached to it, but was egger enough to take it back when Spencer offered to move in and let them take her bigger room, so she didn't know if she was surprised or not to find a interesting magazine in the bottom self.

Spencer crinkled her nose when her eyes met a very scantily clad women on the front sitting on a motorcycle. It must have been Ian's…..that or she would have to have a very awkward talk with her sister.

Glancing through the magazine she saw there were a few articles and the most private of skin hidden behind a small bathing suite, she deemed it suitable enough to bring it with her….after all, Toby was still a guy right?

Digging out a brush she closed the drawer with her foot and began to slid the brush through her hair, making sure every hair was flattened perfectly, and tilting her head to each side, making sure her makeup was still applied perfect she stopped.

What was she doing? Yes, she usually cared how she looked but were there intensions behind it this time? She was going to see Toby Cavanaugh. Were there intensions or was she just over analyzing things? Why was she over thinking this? Why was she even thinking these things? To her if this was anyone else she wouldn't be standing in front of her mirror trying to decode everything she was doing, but because it was him everything she did seemed to have a double meaning.

Putting the hair brush down she left the bathroom, no reason to continue to worry herself into a frenzy.

Spencer ran down the stairs into the kitchen, grabbing a plastic cup from the drawer and pouring in a good helping, hoping that the sensation of her favorite drink would calm her. Taking a sip she made her way over to the fridge, her intension was the grab a water bottle, but the tall green and black engery drink that sat there seemed more appealing to her at the moment.

Grabbing it and shoving it into her bag she scribbled down a note for her parents, telling them she was going to the library to study. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them and she would be back by tonight, hopefully Jenna would just show up and they could nab her and she could try forget about the whole mess….and Toby.

Spencer frowned at the thought, and then frowned even deeper when she realized why she was upset.

Gripping onto her coffee she made her way out the door in a huff. Closing the door behind her and got into the car.

Here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or Pretty Little Liars.

Yeah, Tumblr was down for a while, and I had just finished some presentations so I had virtually no homework, so I decided to write. It's short I know, and in my terms, not really that much fo a good read, but, yeah. Hopefully since this seems to be a regular thing when im bored or stressed I can update more.

If I ever get my lazy ass up, next chapter will have tons of Spencer and Toby interactions…tons

Thank you for those who reviewed, I wasn't expecting it and it made me smile.