Author's Note: It's me! I'm back! I'll try to keep more on top of this collection (but I've been uninspired lately and really caught up with school/Everything Has Changed...which should be updated tomorrow if I have school and Thursday if I don't. Personally, I hope to update on Thursday ; ) ).

Day Twenty-Five: Quitter by Carrie Underwood

She sighed as she sniffled and pushed some hair out of her face.

In retrospect, she wasn't sure why she was so surprised this relationship didn't work out. He was just like every other boy she'd ever dated. The reason none of her other relationships ever lasted was because every boy she ever dated was a jerk.

So she left. She left like she always did. She couldn't take being in a half-hearted relationship all the time.

Besides, was it really that big of a deal? Nothing lasted forever, anyway. What was the difference if she broke it off two weeks or two years into the relationship?

"Hey, Worm. Where have you been?"

Spencer rolled her eyes when she saw who sat down next to her. "I just got out of Philosophy. What about you?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I've just been…around."

Spencer laughed and rolled her eyes. Toby was a bit like her. He kind of drifted around. Yet, he was the only constant male in her life, it seemed. And even though she never had any romantic feelings towards Toby, she'd certainly be a lot sadder if he were to exit her life permanently, compared to any break up with any person she'd ever dated.

"Are you studying for finals already?" he jested.

She rolled her eyes again. "No, but I think you should be, Mr. 'I'm Passing with Straight-C's'. You're really better than this, Toby. I don't get why you have to settle for average when you're so smart," she commented.

"Easy. I actually enjoy having a life while I'm still young," he retorted.

"Living is overrated."

"I don't aim to please," he fired back.

"If you don't please anyone, what's the meaning of life?"

"Ever considered pleasing yourself to be a reason to stick around?" he asked.

She didn't have any sharp replies for him. She just went back to her work. He was satisfied knowing that he made her speechless.

About five minutes later, she sighed, reminding him of her presence. "You're the only person actually willing to challenge my perfectionism and OCD, you know?" she asked.

"I'm just…trying to bring you out of your shell. You know…I like to think that I'm saving you."

She was taken aback. "Saving me? From what? I'm not trapped in an ivory tower," she answered sharply.

"I'm rescuing you from a life of boredom. You're not living dead anymore, thanks to me," he told her smugly.

Although she was extremely challenged by this tenacity, she couldn't help but enjoy the healthy competition of sorts.

An hour later, as Spencer was walking with Toby back to the dormitories, she realized they were truly alone. The wind was biting her skin.

Spencer reached out to tug on a low branch from the trees above covered in snow, in essence, dropping some flakes upon her and Toby. It was one of the first snows of the winter, still fluffy and white on the tree branches.

"I guess this is where I'll say goodbye," she said with a sigh. "Though you probably have some other party or more friends to hand out with."

He shook his head. "No, I was planning on going into Spencer mode and cuddling with my textbook tonight," he joked.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, when I graduate valedictorian and you drop out of college, then you can joke. You know, when you're living out of my dorm."

"I'm pretty sure there's a strict no-boys-in-girls'-dorms rule, so that kind of puts a wrench in that," he answered.

She sighed. "Fine, have it your way." She sighed as the stood in front of the doors to the big building. "Okay, now I really have to go," she said. "So we need to stop stalling."

He nodded before he kissed her.

Wait. Kissed her.

Spencer was taken aback at first, before she quickly gave in and kissed him back until she was running out of air.

"Bye," he said quietly before turning away.

Spencer just stood with her mouth hung open in shock.

Yes, he accomplished an achievement unprecedented—he made Spencer Hastings speechless twice in the same day.

spobylover1237: Well, I wasn't really planning on extending any of them; they're all one-shots (and in all honesty, I don't even remember what I wrote about in the last one-shot. My brain is kind of feeling numb lately). Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you liked it!

Guest: Aw! That's so sweet! Thank you!

AL3110: They're so cute, and yeah, they go to prom together. What? I don't think my brain tastes like French fries...you never cease to amaze me with the words which come from your reviews/PMs.

Okay, so typically, this is where I plead for feedback, but today is actually PSA from Kayson day.

Today, we had a presentation on donating blood and it is a huge problem in America (and I'm sure any country that any person is from). A person needs a pint of blood to survive. You'd be surprised to discover how scarce blood can be in blood banks. I encourage you, my lovelies, if you are 16 years of age or older to donate blood because it could save lives. The process is supposed to be fun (just turn away and forget about it when they stick a needle in your arm if you're queasy with needles and blood). Drink lots and lots of water and eat food. It could save lives. If that's not motivation enough, please donate in place of people who cannot, including gay men (this is the most ridiculous thing ever), people who have had hepatitis, or others who cannot donate and are banned for life.

Now, since I'm only 14-going on-15, I cannot donate, but it would mean so, so much to me if anyone who could does. It saves so many lives and you'll feel so amazing about it when you're done with it.

Okay, and of course, next time, I'll be basing the one-shot off of One More Night by Maroon 5. In case you can't tell, I really like Maroon 5.

Okay, so bye! -Kayson