Chapter 295

                                    

                                          
Chapter 295: Spencer's POV
                          
Where was I? I looked around me, but couldn't see anything. Just the ceiling.
                          
"Spencer!" I heard a voice and Toby was shaking me.
                          
"Get off me!" I screamed and he stared at me in shock. "What's going on?"
                          
"I was just checking on you so I walked into the room, but you weren't there!" 
                          
"Why am I on the floor?" I yelled. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?"
                          
"What the fuck, Spencer? Never!"
                          
"WHY AM I ON THE FLOOR?" I screamed and stood up. "What's the time?"
                          
"I don't know! That's why I came in here and it's literally been five minutes since you were on your bed!"
                          
Toby reached for my hand but I pushed him away.
                          
"I'm going to Hanna's house."
                          
"Are you crazy? Like, seriously? What's up with you? It's the middle of the night. Just fucking sleep already."
                          
"Fine. Just get the hell out of here and don't check up on me again," I said and Toby looked at me in shock.
                          
"No need to be a bitch when I'm just trying to sleep."
                          
"Goodnight."
                          
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"Morning," Toby said when I walked in the kitchen. 
                          
"Hey," I said and sat on the kitchen table, where pancakes greeted me. "Look, I have no idea what happened to me last night. The party really screwed me over. I'm sorry for being such a bitch."
                          
"I'm used to it," he replied and winked. "Just eat and I'll drop you at Hanna's house."
                          
"Um, can you not?" I asked shyly without looking up. "I actually want you to take me somewhere else."
                          
"Where?"
                          
"Can you take me to my old house? I know nobody's living there and I have a key."
                          
"Just for the memories?"
                          
"Yes," I said and Toby nodded.
                          
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"It's so empty," I noted as we walked through the living room. I had lived here forever, yet I didn't feel sentimental. A house is not a home. This place was not my home anymore.
                          
"Spencer, I want to confess something," Toby said and I turned around.
                          
"What's wrong?"
                          
"We were in this very living room when I told you I loved you for the very first time."
                          
"What?" I said in shock as he smiled. 
                          
"I'm ready to say that again. I love you, Spencer Hastings."
                          
"Wait, how do you even remember that? You lost your memory."
                          
"I guess I just remember really special moments."
                          
"But..."
                          
"Will you just stop questioning it and say it back?" Toby asked impatiently.
                          
"I love you, too, Toby Cavanaugh," I replied with a smile. He smirked hugged me. The situation seemed so cheesy, like something from a movie. I liked movies.
                          
Oh, the nostalgia...
                          
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If you're confused, read the end of Ch. 46 and the beginning of Ch. 47.