Spoby one shots

post-wedding

spencer's pov:

i silently curse myself, looking at the time to see it's just after 3:00 am. i told toby i would text him when i got home, which was around 12:30 am, but of course my mom needed help cleaning up the house before bed.

i pick up my phone, immediately squinting due to the brightness of the screen. i quickly lower the brightness and open the messages app.

i let out the breath i didn't know i was holding in, and type toby's name. i click it once it appears under "new message", and begin to type:

"hey, it's spencer! sorry for the late message, had to help my mom clean before bed.." -s

i reread the simple message over and over, debating if i should even bother texting him this late.

i shrug, giving in so i press send. even if he doesn't answer me now, he'll see it when he wakes up.

before i even get the chance to lay my phone down, it chimes and toby's name appears above the text he had sent me. i immediately smile, reading his message:

"haha no worries! but to be honest, i've been waiting for your text." -t

i smile to myself, my cheeks turning a dark shade of red. he was waiting for my text. my heart flutters, and i begin to respond:

"oh, were you? well, sorry to keep you up and waiting.." -s

i hit send, hoping he answers quickly because i love talking with him so damn much.

as if it was on cue, my phone buzzes again:

"no, no, i don't mind at all. i'd wait up all night if it meant i got to text you and possibly see you again." -t

i swear my heart skips a beat after i read that. my stomach fills with butterflies and my cheeks stay a dark shade of red.

"aren't you sweet." -s
"about seeing me again: wanna go out for brunch tomorrow?" -s

"i wanted to ask you first.." -t
...

"you were too slow." -s

"i see how it is..but yes, i'd love to have brunch with you. pick you up at 10:30?" -t

"see you then. goodnight." -s

"goodnight, spence. can i call you that? actually, too late, that's your contact name now." -t

i blush and smile at the cute nickname he gave me, already typing back my response:

"two can play that game, tobes." -s

i giggle at the nickname i gave him, practically hearing his loud groan from down the street. he'll hate the nickname.

"oh my god.." -t
"you're lucky you're cute. you know that, right?" -t

"i know." -s

"anyway goodnight, spencer. see you tomorrow. 10:30 sharp." -t

"yep, 10:30 sharp." -s

i put my phone on silent, plug it in and cuddle into my blankets. i can't help but smile in bed, thinking about how much fun brunch with toby will be.

maybe i'll get to kiss him this time.

~the next morning~

at 10:30 am there was a knock at my door, and as soon as i hear it i run down the stairs as fast as i can nearly tripping over my own two feet.