Yeah, so to anyone who thought I was rude in the previous chapter. I was in one of those moods where you're so mad at the world for taking something from you, that you just feel that you have to just purposely piss off everyone you can. Well, that's me. So excuse me. I'm going to try to write a sugary chapter of sweet awesomeness to make me feel better.

Also, sorry if you didn't like my swearing. I just feel so cheated that I can't get the emotions out. I don't know how that relates, but it does.

Anyway, goodbye depressing snotty Layla, hello sweet sugary Layla!

I know what you're all thinking. Enough bitching and get on with the story!

Okay, one last thing. The date in this chapter is kinda weird. Spoby doesn't really seem like the 'go out to the movies and dinner on an innocent date' type, so it's written kinda awkwardly.

I woke up the next morning in Toby's arms. We'd fallen asleep on the couch the night before after Hanna had gotten home.

I tried to quietly stand up without waking up Toby, but it didn't work. His eyes shot open the minute I shifted.

"Don't go," he moaned sleepily.

I laughed, and snuggled back into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere."

We sat there, just enjoying each other's presence.

The door to Hanna's room squealed, and she stepped out into the kitchen, saw us, raised an eyebrow and said, "I thought you'd gone home last night."

I groaned, and flipped over, burying my face in Toby's chest. He stroked my hair.

"Stop that."

His hand froze, surprised. "What? Is your hair dirty or something?"

I laughed. "No. I like that. But stop smiling. I can practically hear it. You're laughing at me."

He chuckled, and leaned over as best he could to kiss the top of my head.

I smiled sleepily, turning on my side to cuddle into Toby.

I heard Hanna snicker.

"Go to hell Hanna."

She sniffed. "I don't know why I even bother to talk to you in the morning. You tend to be bitchy."

My head shot up, and I opened my mouth to argue, but then realized she was right. So I sniffed, whatever'd , and sank back into the circle of Toby's arms.

A while later, Hanna went back into her room. I turned over, crossing my arms on Toby's chest. He tilted his head back, resting it against the pillows, and looked at me.

I beamed at him.

"So, what do you want to do today?"

He smiled, playing with my hair.

"I am going to take you on an actual date for once."

I smiled. It was true. We hadn't actually gone on what most people would consider a date. We'd have movie nights, and sat under the stars, had picnics and just hung out at Hanna's and my dorm room.

I beamed at him. "That sounds GREAT."

Two hours later, I was still getting ready for our date. Toby had left, saying he'd be back at five.

The second after he'd left, I'd run into Hanna's room, screaming, "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!"

She jumped, in the middle of deciding which of two almost identical tops to wear.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you knocked up? Did your mother catch you with a hickey? I didn't see any…"

"No!" I said impatiently. "Toby is taking me on a real date. Instead of picnics or movies. What do I wear? I mean, I know I'm usually the one who doesn't need help with this kind of thing, but we've been together for, like, three months, and I want to look nice."

She rolled her eyes at me, and said, "Spence. He loves you. What you wear matters, but it won't make or break your date."

I goggled at her. "Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?"

She snickered. "Kidding. Here." She walked over to my closet and started rummaging through it.

"Out of curiosity," her muffled voice came through the clothes. "What exactly is the dress code for where you're going?"

I frowned. "He didn't say. But I assume nothing too fancy or he would have said something."

"You never know," she said emerging from the closet. I could barely see her due to all the skirts and dresses she was holding. "Boys are like that. They might leave out something like that because it just didn't occur to them to mention it." She set down all the clothes on the bed with a sigh. "But I doubt that it's anything too formal. THOSE usually require planning, preparation, and a reservation at the least."

She turned to me, squinting, then grinned, clapping her hands. "Okay! Now it's time to start getting ready!"

We spent the next hour choosing what I would wear, finally settling on a navy blue ruffled skirt, and a soft white top. Hanna instructed me on everything I did, "perfecting" every inch of me. She finally topped it all off with a spritz of her favorite perfume.

When I protested, insisting that she shouldn't use it one me, she waved her hand and said, "It's expensive, but I know exactly how to play my dad." (Kate doesn't exist in this fic, so Tom is still trying to get on Hanna's good side)

So here I was, sitting on a stool in the kitchen, waiting for Toby to arrive.

Hanna sat with me, actually doing homework. She must've sensed my looking at her, because she looked up and said defensively, "Okay, this is actually mildly interesting. I have to write a report on recurring styles!"

I raised my eyebrows even further. Hanna, recurring?

She sniffed, and looked back down at her textbook. Finally, we heard a knock on the door.

I grinned, and went to answer the door.

Okay, I ended it here because I have no idea where they're going to go on a date. I don't want them to go out to dinner or a movie, cause that is waaaay too cliché. So if you have any ideas, PM me! Also, I am going to continue on my offer. Anything you want to see in the next few chapters, I will include. Consider it payback for my bitchiness.