Author's Note: I am sorry I feel like I haven't been around in forever, but my blood is BOILING. I just cannot today. Somebody has officially stolen my work and claimed it as their own, and while I find it somewhat flattering and even like I've made it in the fanfiction world, it's not okay.

So this one-shot IS MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE. Mine. This is the property of the Kayson. Kayson3259 wrote this. She's not giving up her real name, but it's hers. HERS, HERS, HERS. Not anyone else's. HERS. MINE. THIS IS PROPERTY OF MOI.

Day Twenty-Two: Nothing's Real But Love by Rebecca Ferguson

Spencer waited anxiously for her boyfriend. She had been waiting for three hours for him.

Really, she had been waiting for what felt like ages for him to come home to her. She couldn't wait to be wrapped in his arms, making up for lost time. She needed him during such a trying time. Everything always felt fake. But their love felt real.

She bit her thumbnail unconsciously, getting nervous about why he had been taking so long. Looking at the screen with all the flight information, his plane was only supposed to be delayed by about half an hour (which was like nothing in big city regards; Spencer recalled the horror she once faced of waiting about five hours on some runway down south, refueling. After the two hours it took to get through immigration, she arrived home about nine hours later than originally planned).

She was about to text him, but realized that he probably couldn't really answer her now. Besides, it would ruin the surprise, since he didn't know she was coming.

Amazingly, she got reception from inside the airport, albeit, two bars. It was decent enough.

As she saw that Aria was calling her, she eagerly picked up.

"You're not with Toby?" Aria asked, skipping the normal formalities.

"He didn't get in yet. I don't know what's going on. I've been sitting in front of the gate where all of the people from his flight get out once they've gotten their luggage," Spencer answered.

"That's weird. I hope everything's okay. I've got to go, but I just wanted to check in on you," Aria informed her.

Spencer nodded. "Thanks. I'll text you when he gets out, okay?"

Thirty minutes later, still no sign of Toby. Spencer was about ready to fall asleep. It was tiring business, sitting around and waiting for someone to come.

Finally, she noticed a steady trickle of passengers from the flight coming out. The first twenty or twenty-five people exited, reuniting with loved ones or talking to limo drivers, but there was no sign of Toby. Then, by person thirty seven or so, she saw a tall passenger with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes walk out.

"Toby!" she shouted, getting his attention.

He was taken by surprise when he saw her there. Making sure they were out of the throng of passengers, Spencer practically ran over to Toby and hugged him.

"Please don't go again," she mumbled into his neck. "Don't leave me alone again."

He pulled away from her, smiling at her pouty expression. "I wasn't even gone for very long."

She frowned. "Fifteen days is a long time, Toby! I missed you!"

"We talked every day, Spence."

She pouted. She noticed that while some passengers looked amused at their obvious infatuation with each other, most of them just looked annoyed with their child-like, lovesick antics.

Spencer didn't really acknowledge it, nor did she actually care. "It's not the same as having someone there by your side who can kiss you and tell you everything is going to be okay even when you feel like there's no point in hope," she mumbled.

His small frown faded. "What happened?"

She shook her head, looking away from him.

"Spencer," he said in a warning tone.

She sighed. "I've just missed you. I'm sick of all the lies. You're like the only person who's ever been completely honest with me and I was missing that for all this time."

He just took her into his arms again, worried about what she was getting at. "Well, I'm home now. If things are getting to rough at home, you can stay the night at—"

"Yes," she answered before he could finish. "I hope you don't mind, but I've kind of been sneaking off to the loft while you were gone. Ever since Melissa's back, she's been insufferable. But I mostly went because…everything reminded me of you. It was the best on rainy days, when I could just snuggle in the sheets in your clothes," she said.

He let out a small laugh. "Did you take any more of my shirts for your collection?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Just come on, Toby. I want to get home as soon as possible," she said as they began to walk through the airport to where Spencer's car was.

"Home?" he asked, stopping abruptly. "Is there something you want to tell me, Spence?" he inquired, only half-joking.

She shrugged. "When you're around, it really feels like home."

Before I start with the reviews, I'd like to apologize for being late (again). I can't remember if it was this story or Everything Has Changed where I skipped the reviews, but whatever. Here we go!

AL3110: Thank you for the advice. I survived the first week of school. It was hell, but I survived, so...yay me. I care about you, too. My room is permanently in caveman mode because I have some sort of weird condition (but it's not really a condition, just some sort of experience I have) where the light sometimes gives me headaches (so it's similar to a migraine, but not quite that severe). And yeah, sorry for getting snappy, but I have to give my girl Erin credit. I really liked her first album (it's really cool, and I think some of those songs will be on this list).

Guest:Sorry, I don't take requests, but you could keep that in mind for when the story is over/another time when I'm not so stressed out and I'll probably write it/post it on tumblr/post it on fanfiction as a one-shot!

Guest17:Hey! You! I remember you! Hey! Sorry, I'm like a puppy sometimes. Aww, I hope you feel better. Last year, I was really sick with bronchitis. It was hell. I was in and out of school for like two or three weeks and they had to give me steroids and everything. Ugh, that was horrible, and I could like barely breathe. I hope you weren't that sick. Bronchitis really sucks. Aww, thank you! I hope you have a happy new year, too!

tobyequalshottness: I'll keep writing! I hope you keep reading!

eveningshades1107:My nails were painted purple and pink sparkles :) I'm indecisive when it comes to nail polish. I think next week, it's going to be black, pink, purple, red, and gold sparkles :) I'm schizophrenic when it comes to my nails. I love it. I seriously think you would love this AU I've been trying to write (and I might publish in the summer in celebration of the upcoming album of my goddess [Marina and the Diamonds]). Okay, okay, okay, it is Haleb-centric (focusing mostly on Hanna) with Spoby as a secondary couple (most of the story is just Hanna, Caleb, Spencer, and Toby) which is based off of the MATD song, "How to Be a Heartbreaker" (which I'm sure everyone has heard of, even if they don't think so, since I talk enough about it and it was playing on the radio a lot this summer). Basically, go back to one-shot #8, add a promiscuous Hanna, and there you have it. I think I secretly kind of wrote #8 based off of this AU. I have a description of the story in my profile. I think you'll like it. And I want a Christmas episode! Yay! The only thing that makes me pissed is that it'll probably take place around Christmas, which won't make any sense (since you know that it'll be smack-dab in the middle of Season 5) and in the very beginning of 3B, it was already November. I figure it must be at least December right now. It would make me less annoyed if it was a floating timeline, but it's not. They've established that time has passed since Season 2 and Season 3, which kind of ruins the notion of a floating timeline.

Guest: I'm glad you liked it!

Okay, I promised you all a rant, so here it goes!

Alright, so AL (you all know AL) is literally the bestest friend I have never met before and I am SO glad that she loves Spoby fanfiction like I do, because she was the one to tell me. Apparently, there's this person who goes by Casey878 who has stolen my work and claimed it as their own. They took my prologue from Everything Has Changed, they stole bits of Chapter One from Begin Again (and changed it to suit their story), and THEY STOLE MY BELOVED BAKING SCENE from Everything Has Changed. Word for word, but they also decided that they would misspell or change some of the words so that the grammar is now incorrect.

Casey, if you're reading this, I just out-ed you to the world and you should feel ashamed. That is MY work, I wrote it, and YOU DO NOT get to take it and attach your name to it. I have reported the story and I hope you learned from this (though I fear you haven't). It's wrong.

Onto happier notes, the next one-shot will be Mine by Taylor Swift (but like the Glee version because...Naya Rivera trumps Taylor Swift all day, every day).

Bye! -Kayson