Spencer's POV:
"Toby, I've been thinking." I speak up, as I lay on his bed with my work scattered everywhere. "About?" He asks, as he's reviewing his French.
"I want you to meet my parents." I tell him, causing him to look me in the eyes. "What?" He asks, in disbelief.
"I think it's time you meet them. You can come over for dinner tomorrow. It'll be perfect. We've been dating for a long time, and they want to meet you." I say with a smile, sitting up.
"Spence." He says, shaking his head. "It'll be fine. They keep asking when they'll be able to meet the infamous Toby Cavanaugh." I say with the slightest smirk.
"But what if they don't like me?" He asks me, with a sad smile. "But they will." I reassure him.
"Yeah, but what if they don't?" He asks again, so I gesture to him to come over.
He lays his books down, and approaches where I'm sitting on his bed.
I take his hands, and pull him closer.
"But they'll love you." I reassure him once more, smiling a little. "Okay." He whispers, smiling back.
"Okay." I whisper back.
He leans in, and connects our lips. "Now, back to studying." I smile, giving him one quick kiss and putting my hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly.
"Do you really want to study?" He asks, raising his eyebrow the slightest. "Let's just relax. I miss you." He whispers into my ear, his lips beginning to kiss my neck.
"Toby, aren't your parents home?" I giggle, as he keeps kissing me, and his hands go on my waist.
"They're downstairs. We're safe." He whispers, and I connect our lips. I push my things onto the floor, making room for Toby and I.
"I don't think your parents would love me if they found out what we did here." He says with a smirk, and I giggle.
"Toby, they're smart people. I think they know we're not just studying." I say with a smile.
I lay back on his bed, putting my hands in his hair as he leans down to kiss me.
As we kiss, someone knocks on the door.
"Do you kids need anything?" Toby's mom calls out, and I giggle looking into Toby's eyes.
"No, mom. We're good, thanks." Toby yells back. She then rattles the doorknob, but luckily it was locked.
"Why is the door locked?" She asks. "We're studying mom, we didn't want my sister to interrupt." He says.
"Oh, okay. Well if you need anything just let me know." She tells us, and I lean in closer to him so I can kiss his neck.
"Hi, Spencer!" She calls out. "Hi, Marion." I say in return, giggling to Toby once again.
"I'm so sorry about that." Toby apologizes. "No, it's okay. Your mom is sweet." I tell him, putting my hands on his cheeks.
He reconnects our lips, moving into me closer. He then moves his lips from mine, and begins kissing my neck, closer to my ear.
"Before you get too excited, we can't do more than kiss because my parents are here." He whispers, and I playfully shove his shoulder.
"I think you should be telling yourself that, rather than me." I tell him, and he smirks. "No, no, I can totally handle myself. I think if I stripped down to just my boxers, you'd be all over me." He whispers with a smirk.
"You wanna bet? I know for a fact that if I stripped down to my bra and underwear, you'd be all over me first." I say, crossing my arms, and looking into his eyes with a serious face.
"Okay, you're on." He smirks, sitting up and I do too. We shake hands firmly, and Toby pulls off his shirt, his jeans following.
Then I take my shirt off, and remove my leggings too.
"Now, we study." I tell him, pushing his bare chest lightly, and motion for him to get off the bed.
"Fine, fine. But it'll be a whole different story in 5 minutes when you're all over me." He smirks, causing me to roll my eyes.
About 15 minutes later, I notice Toby is staring at me, and becoming restless in his place.
I smirk, continuing to try and concentrate on my studying.
"What?" I ask him, my eyes not leaving the paper. "Distracted?" I ask him, my smirk growing.
"No, I'm fine." He says, clearing his throat and glueing his eyes back to his paper. I look up a minute later to see him staring once again.
"Okay, you were right, you win." He says, putting his things down and walking over to the side of his bed.
I sit up, and connect our lips. "You're just too beautiful. I can't help myself." He whispers, pulling me in closer to his almost bare body.
"Stop with the excuses." I smirk, pulling him on top of me on the bed.
"Mm, what about your parents?" I ask, as he unclasps my bra. "The door's locked, we're fine." He whispers, and I kiss him again.
I pull him in closer so our bare chests touch, and he puts his hands on my waist as we kiss.
"Are you sure?" He whispers, looking into my eyes. "Yes." I whisper, kissing him again.
—after—
"You're a little tease, you know?" He smirks, looking over at me. "I know." I smirk back.
—the next day—
"Mom, dad, please don't embarrass me. Toby is really nervous to meet you, and is only coming because you insist on meeting him." I tell them.
"Sweetheart, we won't embarrass you." She says, putting her hand in my hair. "Mom." I whine, pushing her hand off me.
"Don't treat me like a child, please. I just want this to go smoothly." I say, and they nod. "And please leave the mean comments until after we go." I tell them.
"We?" My dad asks. "Yeah, his mom said I can stay over for the night because it's the weekend." I say with a smile, hoping they'll agree.
"If we like the guy, sure you can stay over." My mom says, and I smile even wider. "Thank you." I say.
We were then interrupted by a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" I say, walking to the door. I open it, and standing on the other side was Toby, holding a rose.
"Hi." I smile, pulling him inside and giving him a quick kiss. "Hi." He grins, handing me the rose.
"A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl." He whispers, making me blush. "Thank you." I smile, holding his hand.
"Do I look okay? I'm really nervous." He asks, fixing his tie. "You look very nice. Also, my parents agreed to let me stay over if they like you." I say happily.
"Only if they like me? That's a lot of pressure." He says with the slightest smirk. "You'll be fine." I tell him.
"Hi, you must be Toby." My mom says, and I turn around to face her as well. "Yes, hi Mrs. Hastings." Toby grins, reaching his hand out and shaking my mom's hand.
"Please, call me Veronica." My mom smiles. "Please, follow me to the dining room." She says, and I lead the way, still holding onto Toby's hand.
We walk into the dining room hand in hand, and take a seat across the table from where my parents are sitting.
"Dad, this is Toby. Toby, this is my father, Peter." I tell him, and Toby nervously reaches his hand out.
I think he's more nervous to try and impress my father rather than my mother.
"Hi, Peter." Toby says. "That's Mr. Hastings to you." He says sternly as he shakes his hand.
I glare at my father, and he shrugs the slightest.
"So, where do you work?" My dad asks Toby, and I hold his hand under the table, trying to calm his nerves.
"I'm a carpenter, sir." He says, nervously fidgeting with his free hand. "You're the one who built my daughter's rocking chair?" He asks, and Toby nods.
"You're quite the craftsman, Toby." He smiles, nodding his head in approval.
Throughout the meal, my father continues to interrogate him, asking him many questions about his family, his life, and his future plans.
"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." Toby smiles, and I nod.
He leaves, and I glare at my father. "Dad, stop interrogating him. The poor guy is scared out of his mind." I whisper-yell across the table.
"I'm just making sure he's right for you." He shrugs. "Dad, you're scaring him. Please tone it down. I don't want you to scare him away." I beg.
"Just take it easy, Peter. It's fine. Toby's a nice boy." My mom says, and I sigh in relief.
Toby then returns, and my mother clears her throat. "I would like to apologize for my behaviour." My father says, and Toby sighs a little.
"I just wanted to make sure you were right for my baby girl." He says and I groan, making Toby smirk the slightest.
"What did I say about not embarrassing me?" I ask, but my dad totally ignores my comment.
"But I have to say, I really do like you, kid." He smiles, making Toby smile too.
"You can loosen up now, kid. You're stiff as a board. Calm your nerves, we like you." My father says, making me smile to myself.
"Thank you, Mr. Hastings. This means so much to me." He smiles. "Please, call me Peter." He says, making Toby smile even wider.
Once we eat our meals, my parents continued to ask a few questions about Toby, just to get to know him a bit better.
"Okay, Spence. If you really want to, you can stay at his house." He tells me and my smile widens.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaim. "No problem sweetheart. You better get going." My mom says with a smile.
I look at Toby, give him a small nod and take his hand.
"Again, thank you two." Toby smiles as we stand.
"No problem. Please come over more often." My father says, standing and reaching his hand out again.
Toby shakes it, and then gives my mom a friendly nod.
We exit the dining room, and I stop him before we reach the door.
"See, I told you it'd be alright." I smile, leaning in and kissing him. "I'm so happy it did. I think they like me." He says, and I nod in agreement.
"They love you, Tobes. They're letting me stay at your house." I say with a huge smile.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" He smirks, opening the door for me.
"Let's go." He says, and I take his hands.
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yay another one shot :)
sorry it sucks and highkey all over the place but oh well