Author's Note: I'm really happy today, so I can't wait to hear some feedback about this! Not only did my house place 1st and 2nd seed in our House Volleyball competition (we're going to win the tournament; I can feel it), but I'm also making cookies with my aunt AND I have no homework. I'm ecstatic.

So let me give you a little intro to this story: today's one-shot is based off of "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada. Even if you think you haven't heard the song, I bet you have. It was a huge hit in like 2005, and if you were not born in 2005, I have no idea what you're doing watching Pretty Little Liars. I started watching when I was eleven or twelve, but I think that some of this stuff is kind of heavy for a seven year old.

Anyway, this one-shot is set canon (I guess?) to whatever episode we're up to now. We mention the season 2 finale and...well, you can figure it out :)

Day Two: Everytime We Touch by Cascada

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears rolling all down my cheeks as I thought of the events of the previous night.

Shivering, I squeezed him tighter, the tears rolling down still.

"Spencer—"

I cut him off with a sob. "I just keep thinking about how…I could've been the one to lose you. That was what I wanted to protect you from all this time," I choked out. "This was what I was so scared of. And now that it's happened to Emily—"

"Mona is long gone."

"I know, but…but…"

I sighed as I trailed off, burrowing my face further into his shoulder. I wanted to stop thinking about this all.

To my surprise, he pulled away from me. I didn't really want to look up at him, but he lifted my chin up so I could see him. He wiped away the tears streaming down from my face.

"I'm sorry…I'm just so scared that something bad is going to happen now that I finally got you back," I said softly.

He just pulled me closer to him, with my head on his shoulder. I heard his heart beating, which pacified me; it reminded me that he was still here with me, at least for now. I wanted him to stay.

"I don't want to let go."

I sighed as I settled back into the soft, silky sheets on my bed.

My fingers stretched out on the bed, feeling the silk. I could remember just hours ago, when I was experiencing probably one of the most memorable firsts in my life.

And even though now, I felt really sore, it was perfect.

I still felt him lying down next to me, touching my skin very softly, still whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

As I was dreaming, I got this feeling. It isn't at all describable with words. It's something you need to experience to understand. I never felt that way ever, in my entire life. It was like a swelling in my chest, or a very certain, rare breed of butterfly fluttering in my stomach, the very beautiful type.

In the moment, I wanted him to be right next to me, for him to show me what it was like to feel human once again. I wanted to call him, just so I could hear his voice, making me feel better, but I knew that he was probably sleeping, and I didn't want to wake him since I knew he would be working the next day.

I closed my eyes, all the good memories flooding back once more of how perfect this afternoon was. I laughed internally at all the people who said your first time is always horrible. Mine wasn't. I wasn't really sure whether it was because of the amazing, sweet, gentle person I shared it with, or because I was sure that I would never regret it.

I smiled. I knew it was both.

I continued to run my hands all over the sheets, the sensory details of that moment fresh and great in my mind.

I woke up with his arm around me, haphazardly lying over my body, reminding of a position opposite that in which I woke up to in the motel the morning of our first kiss. I just decided to snuggle into him.

I realized I was in a state of half-sleep when I woke up, finding him squirming behind me.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a slight laugh.

"Waking up?"

I rolled over so I was facing him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and over the year or so we had been living together, I learned to contain my school-girl excitement over seeing him shirtless. I was still pretty happy to claim him as mine.

"Do you have work today?" I asked him as he proceeded to play with my hands.

"No. Do you?" he inquired, a small smile playing on his lips.

"No. I was planning on staying here with you all day," I answered.

He kissed me on the lips, and it made my heart flutter, kind of like a bird or a butterfly, soaring in the sky. "Do you really want to stay here all day?" he asked, unbelieving of my previous proclamation.

"What's wrong with staying here all day?"

"The Spencer Hastings I know could never stay still for that long. Do you want to go out and do something together?"

My curiosity was piqued. "Kind of like a date?" I asked playfully.

He nodded. "Yes. Exactly like a date."

I smiled. "Sure. I would love that. I'm going to get ready, and then we can go."

"Okay. I'll see you in two hours," he teased as I got up.

I reached back and threw a pillow at him. "I'm a girl, okay? Let me be a typical girl, Toby."

I walked alongside Toby in the park near Rosewood Town. He reached for my hand, little tingles shooting up my arm and my spine when he touched me. My heart still skipped a beat when he touched me. I realized how potentially dangerous it could've been to have someone else hold my heart entirely, but I trusted Toby with all I had.

It was a beautiful, bright spring day. It was nearing the end of May, and the flowers were all in bloom. The sky was a pretty blue and the sun was shining brightly. I was wearing a light, summery, butter-yellow dress.

"I actually wanted to ask you something, Spencer," Toby said to me as we walked to a secluded area near some willow trees. The only witnesses at the moment were some butterflies, a few birds, and the flowers surrounding us.

I looked at him expectantly. "What is it?"

"I wanted this to be really special, but I know you. You like simple things." He took my hand in his, and I shivered a little bit at the touch. "I've been thinking about this moment for a really long time—wondering exactly what I would say to you to really convince you of this—but I don't feel like I need to say anything. I feel like our entire relationship, through the good and the bad times, we've kind of just known each other. I've known for a really long time that I've just wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. We've already been through everything together. Why not go through the rest of our lives together."

I listened to him speaking, and emotions just kept building inside of my mind. As he dropped onto one knee, reaching into his pocket for the symbol of promise, I was already sure of my answer to his next question.

"Will you marry me?"

At a loss for words, I just nodded feverishly. I hadn't even taken a brief glance at the ring. I just kissed him as he wrapped me in his arms once more. There was only one word for this: home.

My heart was beating quickly as he placed the ring on my finger. It was gorgeous. I hadn't even realized I was crying until I felt a cool tear run down my neck.

"I love you so much and I would love to be your wife," I whispered to him as he hugged me again.

He kissed me again. "Do you want to go home now?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, still wiping the remainder of the tears away.

He stopped walking, looking at me and asking for an answer.

"When I'm with you, I'm home."

Onto those reviews (since if you know me, I love my readers and responding to them):

eveningshades1107: Thank you very much, darling. No, I actually do not have any songs by Kimbra, nor am I familiar with her music, but I'm sure if it fits that different kind of category I'm into, I'll be into her music. I tend to like most alternative artists I've listened to (Red Hot Chili Peppers, ZZ Ward, Gin Wigmore, Marina and the Diamonds...yes, please!). Thank you for your faith, but unfortunately, I'm apparently not that awesome (le sigh). Oh my God, as soon as you mentioned it, I'm like, "Oh my gosh, what's that pic Sarah is talking about?" so I went to Tumblr and I'm like "YES! YES! YES!" It was perfect. Troian looks beautiful (as usual) and Keegan looks like one of those 40's PIs (which is fitting). I hope Spoby carries over into that, but I'm not sure, considering it's kind of AU. I'm hopeful :) I've actually never seen any of those older movies, but I think I might really like seeing those Alfred Hitchcock movies (especially some like "The Birds", "Psycho", and "North By Northeast"). I saw part of Psycho, and it was pretty cool. I saw the shower scene, the scene at the end (so creepy), and the one where the woman is driving to the motel.

Spobyforever259: Thank you! I figured, he just didn't want to part with Spence :) It was very sappy and cliché and all of that stuff, but I thought it was a noble attempt. Thanks and Happy (now Late) Spobyversary!

LynnLayne18: Thank you so much! I suppose you can begin anywhere you'd please. And I just figured, well, this must be a really epic way of celebrating how awesome Spoby is, so why not? Thank you again. I hope this lived up to your expectations :)

AL3110: I hope you weren't disappointed by this one :) I think it was better than my opener, but whatevs. I like it.

So don't forget #MerrickFTW. I'm bringing it back! We need to win the food drive and the volleyball tournament this week! Semi-finals are tomorrow and both of our teams are in it! We're 1st and 2nd seed, which is awesome and I could not feel more excited about this.

And SPOILER (jk, not really): up next is So Emotional by Whitney Houston. I think you guys will like it. I know I liked it. Tomorrow should be one of my more humourous one-shots, so I'm happy to show you that funnier side of me :)

Don't forget to review/favorite/follow! -Kayson