Spoby one shots

Summer Romance

*based off the one @whorism did a while ago :)

General POV:

Every year the Hastings family go on their annual beach trip that takes place in Coney Island, NJ, for a month or 2.

The drive for Spencer is torture. Her family constantly talking about Melissa, Melissa getting her own way all the time, or her parents just arguing the whole way.

And to make matters worse, they didn't want to take the easy route: a plane. They wanted to take the 4 hour car ride.

Luckily, they own a beach house down there so Spencer will have her own room, and she's been going there since she was about 6, so she can just wander off by herself rather than stay with her family the entire day.

Spencer's POV:

"Mom, can I go to the beach?" I ask my mom, who's sitting on our balcony that over looks the water, enjoying a book.

"Of course. Be careful!" She exclaims, so I thank her and run upstairs to change. I put on my favourite bikini, grab some towels and make my way down the steps that leads to the beach.

I lay my towel on the hot sand, and begin to tan on the beach.

Everything was peaceful, until something smacks me in the stomach. I jump up due to the surprise impact, and look around to see a football laying next to me.

I pick it up, and then see a tall, muscular guy running towards me in his shorts.

"Hi, um, sorry." He says, scratching his head nervously. He gives me a small smile, and his blue eyes begin to sparkle.

"Here you go." I smile, handing him the football. "Do you want to play with us?" He asks, gesturing towards the football.

"Oh, no, thank you. I suck at football anyway." I tell him and he chuckles. "We're playing catch, it isn't that hard." He tells me, attempting to persuade me. "It isn't that hard?" I grin, raising an eyebrow.

"If I'm not mistaken, you just missed the ball moments ago when it came over here and smacked me." I flirt, smirking to him.

Blush creeps on his face but he now mimics my smirk. "Forward, are we?" He grins, reaching his hand out, and I gladly take it so he can help me up.

"I'm Toby." He introduces himself. "Spencer." I reply, and he smiles. "My friends are waiting, if you want to play." He says once more and I shake my head.

"Really, I'm fine, thank you. Go play with your friends. But, if you ever want to talk or hangout again..." I tell him, writing my number down for him.

"Just call or text me. I'm here for a while." I tell him, handing him my number. He smiles, putting it in his pocket and running off again.

I sigh, pick up my towel, and walk back to my beach house. When I get there, I see no one's home, so I lay on the couch and turn on the tv that gets very few channels.

After a moment, my phone rings. I pick it up, expecting it to be my parents, but to my surprise, it was Toby.

"Hello?" I ask, unsure of who's calling.
"Uh, hi. It's Toby." He says and I smile.
"Hi.." I say, my voice obviously sounding giddy.
"I was wondering if you wanted to, like, hangout?" He asks and I smile to myself.
"Sure. What do you want to do?" I ask him.
"Do you like board games? Maybe we can play one and then take a walk along the beach during sunset?" He suggests and I feel butterflies in my stomach.
"That sounds amazing. Want to come here? My parents and sister are gone." I offer.
"Sure. I'll be over soon. What's your house number?" He asks me.
"5." I tell him.

After we say our goodbyes, I hang up the phone and run upstairs quickly so I can change.

I look through all the clothes I packed, but decide on wearing a flowery dress.

I hear a knock on the door 5 minutes after I finish brushing my hair, and stood outside my door in shorts and a muscle shirt was Toby.

"Hi." I smile, opening the door for him. "The only board game I could find is scrabble." I tell him and he smiles. "I love scrabble!" He exclaims and I smile.

"Alright, well let's play." I grin, unintentionally grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs.

It takes me a moment to realize I'm actually holding his hand, and try not to think about it too much. It's to late to drop it now, or even apologize for holding it, so I just have to ignore the fact I actually am holding his hand.

As I lead him throughout the house I feel the grip on our hands get tighter, and Toby intertwines our fingers together, making me smile and I get butterflies in my stomach.

I show him to my room, where I have Scrabble set up to on my bed. "I thought maybe it'd be more comfortable to play here.." I say, laying on the bed and he lays on the opposite side, facing me still.

We continue to play scrabble and have lots of fun, when we notice the sun is beginning to set.

"Want to continue this after our walk along the beach?" He asks and I nod, sitting up. He sits as well, and this time he grabs my hand so I can lead us out of the house.

When we leave, we walk down the steps that lead the sand, and then begin to walk along the ocean as the sun sets.

"Thank you, for this, it's beautiful." I smile to Toby, who's still holding my hand.

"I've been coming here since I was a child, how come I don't remember you?" I ask.

"We actually got a house here a few days ago." He tells me and I nod. "Well, welcome to Coney Island." I smile, looking up into his eyes that sparkle every time he looks at me.

We continue to walk and talk for a little longer, when Toby stops. I stop as well and give him a confused look.

"What?" I smile, as he stares into my eyes with a smile just as wide.

He slowly begins to lean in towards me, and I lean in the rest of the way, rather quickly, to connect our lips.

The kiss was short and sweet, but meant so much more than that.

"Wow.." I whisper, a smile not leaving my face.

"Wow, indeed." He smiles, and I bite my lip.

We then continue to walk in a very comfortable silence, with our hands intertwined and smiling to each other every now and then.

"You know, I think these next few months won't be as bad as I thought." I tell him, and he smiles.

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Ahh this isn't good at all but I wanted to make a one shot similar to @whorism :)

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