Author's Note: I HAVE A RANT AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST. ANGRY COMEDY WILL ENSUE.

Oh, yes, and before I forget to mention this to you all, this story is based off of this one AU I have in the works called "Revenge of the Little Liars", in which Aria, Emily, and Hanna return to Rosewood from NYC (home sweet home) and discover that Alison is getting married and Spencer's a bridesmaid. Did I mention that Alison's fiancé is Spencer's ex, Toby?

Oh, the drama!

Day Thirty: I Won't by Colbie Caillat

"He's getting married, Spencer. Like, freaking married, with a big white wedding dress and champagne and rings and everything."

"I know, and I'm trying so hard to forget it. Everything. But…I can't. I don't want to," she confessed quietly.

I stared sympathetically. Emily crossed her arms, unsure of how to react. Aria was furious more than anything.

"I just don't know how Ali could do that to you…she must've known how much you loved him, right?" she asked.

Spencer just shrugged. She hated even the sound of Alison's name. But of course, she was roped into this wedding; she just had to deal with it.

If there was one thing a Hastings hated, it was losing. Spencer was losing. She was giving him up and she loved him.

At the time, I was just hurting for Spencer, but as I write and recall everything Alison made Spencer go through, anger seethes through my body. Alison was so evil. She knew Spencer wasn't just about to forget everything and forgive her. She wasn't going to stop loving him just because she was getting married to him.

Spencer, as obedient as she was (and especially to Alison), wouldn't even do it if Alison ordered her to. Nobody can control human emotion like that.

"Alison is such an evil bitch," I muttered immaturely.

And at the same time, as pissed off as we all were with Alison, I felt kind of mad at Toby, too. I wanted to know what was so impossibly great about Alison or what Alison held over his head with such force that he just had to leave Spencer for Ali. Maybe in some ways, I was angrier with him than Alison. Maybe it was just for the simple fact that he had to know just how Spencer put her heart in his hands and he tore it apart.

And then, you know, like a jerk, he had to hand it back to her, broken and all.

And what the hell does a person do with a broken heart?

And was Spencer just supposed to pretend they had never dated just for the sake of the wedding. Was she supposed to just hide the tears of pain and sadness in her eyes when Toby and Ali tied the knot? Was she supposed to start over and pretend that everything was all fine with Alison and Toby? Was she supposed to pretend to be okay with things now?

She wasn't going to.

If anything, I wouldn't allow her to.

And I knew Spencer. She would make up a thousand and one lame excuses for why we couldn't stop or object to this wedding. She would say lame things like, Well maybe we weren't meant for each other, or Maybe they're happier together and we're both better off.

Such bullshit.

Whatever old proverbs and laws Plato or Aristotle or whoever made up about love are all just bullshit. Love just happens. There's no science. And people, try as they might, can't control it.

Burning is easier than building. That may be true, but what happens when there's nothing left to burn? What happens when you're all burnt out? What happens when you're just tired of burning and being angry and sad all the time? What happens then?

Hurting is easier than healing. Maybe so, but are you supposed to just wallow in self-pity for the rest of your life?

Spencer has already hurt enough to last a thousand lifetimes. She's lived unhappily for too long. She deserved happiness. Alison didn't. All she knew how to do was sleep around, lie, and con other people to get what she wanted.

In the time I had dozed off, Spencer had left. Aria and Emily turned to me.

"Can you believe what Alison is doing to Spencer?" Aria inquired angrily.

"Yeah, and what Toby's doing to Spencer, too…" I trailed off.

Emily, who had taken the biggest liking to Toby thus far, stepped in at his defense. "Hey, Hanna. It's not his fault."

"Well, he's the one letting Alison get away with this," I answered.

Aria just shook her head. "We have to fix this. If not for Toby, for Spencer. We can't let that evil…slut do this to her," she announced, searching for the right word to describe our best frenemy.

"We have to. After everything we've been through, Spencer needs this from us," Emily agreed.

I nodded as I looked out the window. I was not about to let that blonde bitch tear my best friend to shreds. And I wasn't about to let the boy my best friend was in love with allow that to happen.

MizzIsTheFizz:Thank you very much! I hope you liked this one! I personally liked it, but that's also because I know a little more about this story than everyone else, so...sorry if it was a bit ambiguous!

Guest (Spoby-Lover):Thank you! When I eventually post this story (which I intend to do; it won't really be an extension of this one-shot, but in the same AU as it), it'll have a happy ending.

AL3110: Jeez...I DOES NOT K-NO THESE BOOKS YOU SPEAK OF. I just butchered the English language. Tut tut, Kayson.

Guest:I try to make the one-shots a bit on the shorter side because I find (especially with my multi-chapter fics) that if I make it too long, it drags a little bit too much. They'll probably be a little bit longer in the future, but I'm a bit crunched with time and school work and just stress in general. I try to make the one-shots at least a thousand words each, but lately they've been more like seven hundred. I've also been trying to get over writer's block, so there's that. But thank you for the feedback; I really appreciate it!

Guest (IZZY):What? Oh, well, I'm not really planning to extend any of these original one-shots (and what I consider original is the stuff that wasn't already a concept in my mind; I've used some AUs that I thought of as inspiration for some of these one-shots, but those were already thought bunnies, so I don't really count them).

Now that that's over and done with...KAYSON RANT TIME.

Okay, I might use a few expletives in this rant because I am just so freaking pissed I cannot compose myself.

Let's paint the scene. It's biology, last period, and we have just played a game of Dumb Jeopardy because my bio teacher came up with the rules and it's just plain ridiculous.

I am partnered with this other kid sitting next to me, my friend Sharukh. I might've mentioned him before. Anywhoozies, we do final Jeopardy, whatever, Sharukh and I won the whole thing (because we were in Beast Mode), and class ends at 3:20, right? So we finished with double jeopardy, my teacher literally had NOTHING ELSE to say or tell us about. But she goes into the hallway, calls the 10 people in my class who left back into her room and keeps us there until 3:28 at the very least.

I take a private bus back to my house because my house is relatively far from school (like 30 minutes on a relatively nice day; it could take as long as 50 minutes to get to school). The bus is allowed to leave (and should leave) at 3:30.

And it wasn't just me. It was the kids who had to go to play practice, kids who had sports practice, and other kids who had friends and cars and everything waiting on them. She made everyone else late for everything they had to go to.

And she didn't. Give. A. Damn.

She literally told my class, "I don't care what you have to do; you're staying here until I tell you you may leave." I am not paraphrasing or exaggerating or using hyperboles. Those were her words.

So she makes us stay there until 3:28 for no goddam reason and I miss my freaking bus. Normally, I don't think I really would've cared too much because my grandma is usually home on Fridays, but today she wasn't. No, she was in the Bronx (which is like an hour away from her house; I have no idea how far from my school). My parents both work in New Jersey (I live in NYC). I'm not exactly close to the school.

This. Freaking. Teacher. Made. Me. Miss. The. Freaking. Bus.

So cue the panic attack. I don't think you guys know this about me, but when I'm feeling really high-strung or I'm under a lot of pressure, I begin to hyperventilate and I have a panic attack. It's happened to me a bunch of times before, but this is the first time in months I've had a real panic attack.

I just ran to my music teacher because in all honesty, she's the one teacher on that whole entire campus that I would spill my guts to about anything and everything ever. I just feel really close to her. She's tough on me, but I really appreciate it at the end of the day.

Anyway, words, words, words, she got really annoyed (and she'll be the first teacher to tell you that you're wrong and being melodramatic if she thinks your anger isn't justified/brought on by you) and she actually called the head of the upper school (or high school, but since we're fancy schmancy, we call it upper school) and told her about what my teacher did because she thought it was absurd.

So that brings me to now. My poor baby Rosa was sitting outside in the rain all because of my freaking Bio teacher and her fickle temperament.

Deep breaths, Kayson. No more hyperventilating.

Alright, so the next one is going to be Distance by Christina Perri and it is a very beautiful song which I think a lot of you will actually know. There are quite a few Christina Perri songs on this list (well, a relatively good amount, considering I only have one album of hers), so I think you'll enjoy this one-shot. Also, I think you might like it because it's angsty and canon to 4x20 (and please, call Webster and make angsty a word, because I use it all the time). -Kayson

P.S: Speaking of buses, did you actually know that buses are called "omnibus"? That's the Latin dative or ablative form of "omnis, omne- 3rd declension adjective, every or all" since it is a vehicle that carries all! #TheMoreYouKnow