Spoby one shots

Fight

Spencer's POV:

"Why can't you be more like Melissa?" My mom's voice echoes through my ears. I roll my eyes, push past them and begin to walk upstairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" My dad yells, and I turn around. "I-I don't know, okay? I just can't be here. I hate being constantly compared to my older sister, do you realize how shitty that makes me feel?" I yell at them.

"Watch your language." My mom scolds and I roll my eyes. "Watch it young lady." My dad says, pointing his finger at me. "Why can't you realize I'm not Melissa and I never will be?" I ask, stomping upstairs.

I grab the first bag in sight, and quickly throw very little clothing items and other things in there. I put the bag on my back, grab my coat and run downstairs.

I look around to see my parents have disappeared, so this is my chance to escape. I open the door and close it quietly. I start my car and drive off to the one place that I always feel safe: Toby's.

On the way over I began crying. The crying shortly turned into sobs. In their eyes I'm no where near perfect, I'm nothing. Dirt on the side of the road means more to them than I do.

When I finally reach Toby's apartment, I grab my things and make my way to his door. I'm barely able to lift my arm due to the shaking, but thankfully I manage.

I knock on the door weakly, tears falling down my face. Seconds later the door swings open and Toby stands there with messy hair, a muscle shirt and sweats on.

"Can I stay here a while?" I ask, tears falling down my cheeks. He nods, immediately pulling me into his arms for a hug. I wrap my arms around him, sobbing into his shirt.

He pulls me inside, lays my bag down, and hugs me once more. "Let's sit." He insists, bringing me to the couch. He sits down, and I sit next to him, trying to hold in my tears.

"Are you alright?" He asks, stroking my hair. I shake my head, allowing some tears to fall down my cheeks. He gently wipes the tears with his thumbs as I bite my lip.

"My parents and I got into this huge fight. It was stupid, really." I tell him, running my hands through my hair. "Spence it couldn't of been stupid if you're this upset." He tells me.

I look down at my hands, nervously fidgeting them. "Can we not talk about it?" I ask, and he nods. "Sure. Anything for you." He smiles, pulling me in closer to his body.

He wraps his arms around me, laying down on the couch with me next to him. "You're safe. Forever and always." He whispers, kissing my neck up to my cheek, making me giggle.

Why can't I just live here? It'd be so much better." I tell him, and he brings my body closer to his. "I know. Soon." He whispers, and I smile, placing my hands over his which are laying on my stomach.

"You promise?" I ask him, turning around so our faces are inches apart. "I promise. And I don't break my promises." He whispers quietly, rubbing his nose against mine, making me giggle again.

I lean in and kiss him, and put my hands on his cheeks. "Thank you for always being here. I honestly don't know what I'd do if it wasn't for you." I smile, and he kisses me again. "You know I'm always your safe place to land." He replies, pulling me into him.

"Wait." I tell him, looking up. "Yes?" He asks with a small smile. "You said soon. How soon?" I wonder and he chuckles. "You're only in 12th grade, Spence." He chuckles again.

"I know," I whine. "But my current home sucks. And I want this to be home." I frown and he kisses my nose. "Don't worry, Spence. When it's meant to happen, it will. Like I said, you're safe here forever and always." He smiles.

A week later

"You need to stop seeing Toby." My mom says, putting some of her steak into her mouth. She glances at my father, who then glances at me. "I agree. He's nothing but trouble." My dad agrees, nodding his head.

I roll my eyes, choosing to not take part in this conversation. "I'm serious, Spencer. He's trouble. He doesn't actually love you." My mom says and I slam my fork down. "Do you hate seeing me happy or something?" I raise my voice.

"Anytime I seem to be enjoying myself the slightest bit you jump in and take it away. Sorry but you can't take him from me." I reply, throwing my napkin on the table.

"Where do you think you're going?" My dad asks, standing. "Toby's. Where I'm safest." I reply, standing and walking upstairs.

I send Toby a text that states, "can you come get me? My parents are being horrible." And begin to pack a bag.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, both my parents are standing there with their arms folded. "I'm leaving." I state, attempting to push past them but the push me back onto the stairs again.

"No, you aren't. You were gone for nearly a week, only texting us once saying you were safe, and now you want to go again?" My dad tells me.

"I told you where I'm going." I say, staring at them. "Yes, you did. But we told you that you're not permitted to see this boy again." My mother says.

There's a knock on the door, and all three of our heads quickly turn to the door. Toby stands there looking down at his phone. I manage to slip between my parents, and I run to the door..

I open it and hug Toby. "Um, ready?" He asks quietly and I nod. "No, you aren't going anywhere." My dad says, grabbing my wrist.

"I'm 18. I can leave if I want. I'm an adult." I reply, attempting to pull my wrist from his grasp, but failing. "Not while you're living under my roof." My dad says, raising his voice.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hastings, but Spencer doesn't live here." Toby speaks up and both my parents and I look at him. "If I'm not mistaken, she actually lives with me now." He says, and I nod.

"Oh yeah, did I not mention that?" I ask my parents, and my dad lets go of my wrist. "Fine. Go. You can pack stuff up tomorrow." He replies so I take Toby's hand and run to his truck.

The drive to his loft is absolutely silent, until I speak up.

"So is there something you maybe wanna ask me?" I ask with a huge grin. Toby smiles back, glancing over at me. "Spence, will you move in with me?" He asks and I kiss his cheek.

"Yes, of course I'll move in with you." I reply, kissing his cheek again.

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IM INACTIVE IM SO SORRY I HAVE NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE BUT SO MANY IDEAS !!

I'm so sorry for not posting a one shot in like 2 weeks :(

Happy 4th of July @ my American readers!!!

Comment thoughts please?? (This isn't my best one shot ik)