Author's Note: Okay, so I think this will be the first (and likely the last) time I ever stick to "proper one-shot format". Technically, I don't think I'm supposed to put any time jumps in a one-shot, since it's supposed to say "central to one point in time". But I don't take to rules very well. So this is the only one that actually fits that description.

Also, I'm changing this story to M. Just in case.

Day Twenty-Six: One More Night by Maroon 5

"Damn it, Spencer!"

She shuddered as she heard a stack of unimportant papers fly to the ground.

"Are you angry?"

That seemed like such a stupid question, even as it echoed throughout the room.

"What kind of question is that?"

She thought about it for a moment. She shrugged. She jumped when she felt his hand on her wrist and quickly yanked her arm out of his reach. She soon found herself pressed up against the wall. He was so close that she could smell the peppermint on his breath.

She closed her eyes. Softly, she said, "We can't keep doing this to each other. It's sick."

Her heart sunk a little bit when the word crossed her lips. This toxic love affair felt so great, but she knew she could end up hurt after all was said and done.

She looked up, hoping to find his eyes, but found them looking away from her, downcast. With that, she knew these circumstances were killing him just as much as they were killing her. She couldn't take that. She knew the immense feeling of heartache in her chest was not her own, but his.

And she was smart. She knew she wasn't thinking rationally. She knew this wasn't what a sane person would do.

Her head felt, as Hanna would say, full of hot ice cubes.

But she quickly realized it didn't matter anymore; none of it did. Not for tonight.

One more night. This would be it. This would be the final time.

God, she even sounded like a liar to herself. She must've said the same thing a thousand times over.

But she promised herself this time. She meant it this time.

Right?

Without contemplating it anymore, she pressed her lips against his. She wished, so badly, that she could control her yearning for his skin, his touch, his…everything, but she couldn't.

Her hands reached for his skin and his hair while his went to grasp her shirt. She wanted to shudder each time she felt his hands on her skin, like his mere touch affected her in some way.

She unbuttoned his shirt and touched his skin gingerly, more specifically, the tattoo on his hip.

For some inexplicable reason, she could never tear her eyes away from that one piece of skin.

He pulled her out of her trance by kissing her on the neck. She let out a quiet moan as he worked on getting her shirt off.

When it finally fell on the floor, the whole situation felt surreal to her. She felt as though she was practically watching it unfold. She only felt his hands touching her skin and heard the unsweet nothings before they quickly slipped past her.

She could feel the pleasure and the pain with every movement and in every inch of her. But still, she felt numb. She felt as though she wasn't really there.

Even after the act itself was over, she felt so wrong. There was inexplicable guilt coursing through her entire body, in her blood. It was so bad that she couldn't sleep at all. She only drifted off into this state of half-sleep.

Her heart broke slowly and painfully each time she felt his heart beat softly against her bare skin. It only reminded her about how close they were and how they'd gotten within the last few months.

As per usual, self-loathing and hatred overcame her in the morning. She'd look over her shoulder in the dim morning light to see him sleeping and it would remind her of how she wasn't only breaking her own heart, but his as well.

Sometimes she'd like to blame everything on him. It was all his fault. This would be the seventh time she gave into him.

But at the end of the day, she knew all too well that it was nobody's fault but her own. She was the one who made these bad decisions. This time, she let lust and yearning overcome her.

And it sure as hell would not be the last.

eveningshades1107: Ahh, I'm in my happy place: listening to Marina whilst talking to you whilst not having to worry about school for the next six days. Super long weekends make Kayson super happy. Spanna is seriously the best and they made me SO happy yesterday. Like...sigh, I'm done. Hanna was perfect. Toby and Spencer were perfect last night. The whole thing...perfect. How do you figure Samara? And why do you hate her so much? I'm just curious. I don't love her, but I don't hate her, either. Quinn, however? I hate her. Well, I guess this is like some sick, twisted version of what could've happened after the previous one-shot (in an alternate universe, of course; Spoby could never be this dysfunctional). And I KNOW on the whole gay thing. Like...that's so stupid. A person is just as likely to get HIV/AIDS if they're straight. It's only supposedly more common in gay men because anal sex is the type of sexual activity with the highest rate of risk for STDs (you didn't need to know that, but now you do). I mean...who wouldn't want gay blood (besides homophobes). If you're on your death bed, who cares what sexual orientation the person whose blood you're going to put in your body is? Besides that, most gay guys I know are fabulous, so...to quote some TV show I once saw, "When you put gays in it, it's ten times as fabulous!"

AL3110: I like it. I don't listen to the radio, so...blame the iPhone shuffle, AL.

FabsirellaPrincessOfPopcornia: I loved writing the last one shot! I hope you liked this one! And YES, it's a lot of fun. It also doesn't hurt that my house is the best. We are (to put it quite simply), kicking the other houses' asses this year. We're ahead of the house in second place by about 170 points (or about that much), so needless to say, we've pretty much got this one in the bag. I am so happy. It also doesn't hurt that Methfessel (the house that's got the biggest ego because their predecessors won four times) is in a tie for last place. Seriously, some of the people in that house get on my last nerve. I kind of just want to win so they don't. None of the other houses like Methfessel. It's kind of like this unspoken rule between the houses that it doesn't really matter who wins in the end, as long as it's not Methfessel (though a win wouldn't hurt). And for the record, Merrick is the defending champ AND the original winners of the house cup, so I think that's way better.

Okay, words, words, words. Shakespeare. Macbeth is giving me a headache. To make this whole thing less painful, I really hope my Shakespeare/Drama/Chorus teacher makes me Lady Macbeth because I would have my happy face permanently plastered on ("Out damned spot!" It also doesn't hurt that book-Spencer Hastings was Lady Macbeth. She is the queen...even if she's not dating Toby or Troian Bellisario or any of that).

Okay, so my next one-shot will be really fun for me to write. This next song is kind of close to my heart when it comes to Spoby. When I got my first iPhone and first started watching PLL, one of the first albums I got on my phone was 21 by Adele. This song the next one-shot is on just made me think of Spoby SO MUCH. Like, I would listen to it on a loop and get really sad because it made me think of Spoby during their breakup after 2x12.

So, the next one-shot is He Won't Go by Adele. It's probably one of my favourites by her. It's really an awesome song (which I, sadly, cannot sing) so I really suggest you give it a listen!

As for Everything Has Changed...well, I was supposed to update today, but I only had time to do this, so I'll do it on Friday.

Reviews are always nice :) I don't get paid, so...your reviews are greatly appreciated :) -Kayson