Author's Note: I'm watching Buckley and being sarcastic so I want everyone to go away.

I don't know what I just said. Please stop judging me.

Day Thirty-Seven: Out of Goodbyes by Maroon 5 ft. Lady Antebellum

He pretended to be procrastinating as the people slowly exited the diner which she worked at. He stole quick little glances back at her. She was so beautiful even when she was doing the most mundane of things.

Before long, they were the last two left, with her having the responsibility of closing the diner for the night.

"Aren't you tired?" she asked as she dried a plastic cup and glanced at the clock. It was already nearly one in the morning.

He shook his head. "No. I've been waiting for you," he said.

She nodded before she put the glass back in its proper place, even making sure it was perfectly in-line with all the other glasses.

"I think I'm done," she said finally. She slid out from behind the old-fashioned bar and into the main area of the room. "Do you want to leave now?" she inquired.

He just nodded. She grabbed her things and led him out the door, being sure to lock it before they left.

He was surprised to feel her grab his hand as they walked out into the dead night. He shivered unwillingly, but hoped Spencer would just believe it was from the chill of the night and not because of her.

It was really silent the entire ride back to her apartment. Spencer didn't want to say anything. He was too scared to say anything. The simple silence was enough to make him worry…he was almost pained by the mere silence.

She looked around in every direction, but just tried to avoid his eyes. She had already seen how downcast and hollow he looked earlier in the night. It was too painful to watch him.

"So how was work today?" he asked finally.

She bit her lip. This was even worse than deadly silence. They had resorted to talking about their days. It was like they had every last ounce of romance sucked out of their relationship.

She shrugged. "It was fine. Kind of slow today," she answered laconically.

He just nodded. After chewing the inside of her cheek to what tasted like blood, she finally spoke. "What are we doing, Toby?"

He didn't know how to answer. Maybe it was just the fact that they were both so tired. "We're driving home," he answered simply.

She shook her head, a bit frustrated. "No, I mean…what are doing? Have we really run out of everything to talk to that we have to resort to talking about our day?" she inquired.

He was quiet. He really had no idea how to answer. "Well, I just—"

"This is making me really sad," she blurted out. "Toby…I never wanted to be that couple that got bored with each other," she said.

"We're bored with each other?" he said as he stopped in front of her house.

She nodded sadly. "Yes. And…I don't like it. I can't and I won't say goodbye to you again, but…this isn't working for us."

He nodded. "I get it, Spencer. I guess…I'll start trying harder."

The corners of her mouth upturned in a slight smile. "We'll start trying harder," she amended.

He nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow at seven," he told her.

She raised her eyebrow. "Tomorrow at seven?"

"For our date," he answered swiftly. "It's a secret."

She pouted slightly. "You know I hate secrets."

"Well, I promise you'll love this one."

She sighed as she got out. She walked past the front as she began to head to her house. He opened the window.

"Spencer!"

She turned and walked slowly over to him, then peeking her head into the truck. "Yes, Toby?" she inquired innocently.

"I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss," he said.

She smiled before complying with his request. "I love you," she said softly.

"I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow."

She nodded before walking into her house.

Okay, I was just wrastling with this machine to try and figure out WTF is going on with the doc manager, but I used the brain I forgot I had and figured it out! Yay! #ClapsForKayson

I was determined for you guys.

spobylover1237: Like perhaps me? That was a joke. But I try. I don't know. If you have any requests or ideas, I'm open to it! I'm certainly going to run out of ideas by the time I'm through with this.

MizzIsTheFizz:Well, I've thought of it. I might try and improve my flexibility and learn some of the basics (after I get a little more flexible and perhaps learn how to spot, I want to try a la secondes). Then, maybe I'll try some classes, but I've been really involved in music and school lately. Maybe during the summer.

eveningshades1107:I started thinking of No One Mourns the Wicked (The witch of the west is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was! The enemy of all of us here in Oz is dead...!) or Ding Dong! The Witch is Dead (Which old witch? The wicked witch!) But you ship my AU Jaria, right? Right? I ship them. I ship Aria and Kung-Fu Jake. I ship Aria and Holden. I ship Aria and the New Dude. I ship Aria and pretty much everyone but Ezra. But especially with rocks. Rockria is the OTP. I think Toby would've believed Spencer if Spence said she didn't do anything, though. But I have to agree with someone on Tumblr; it's a sad thing when all four of the liars have like very significant others (Ezra, Paige, Toby, and the viewers still consider Caleb because he might come back now that Ravenswood is dunzo) and the most stable, affectionate relationship at the moment is Spoby and one of them is across the pond while the other is recovering from being a druggie. I am actually not Italian (wish I was, but no; I'm Mexican, Russian, Irish [like you], English, and Jewish. I'm like a bag of skittles). I do like Italian food (but I don't really like Mexican food, which is weird). Okay. I will do that. I think you might've PMed me and I never answered back (sorry; I was serious about yesterday being a crap day. I went on FanFiction and just uploaded the story and I literally did nothing else but pity myself and ugly-girl cry).

AL3110: Good, because you are not dying due to insomnia. I would never know. Think of the Kaysons, AL. Think of me. # love me

I just don't care anymore and I am so done and I literally want to fall onto my bed and DIE. I can't. Kayson is done. Done, done, done. DONE. I want to stay inside all day. I want the world to go away. I want blood, guts, and chocolate cake. I know I'm obsessed with Marina Diamandis because I just quoted her subconsciously.

Please leave me a review and give me some advice to aid my dwindling sanity. I cannot anymore.

Well, to prove just how insane I am, I have a really creepy, morbid, weird one-shot planned for tomorrow. It'll be Rolling in the Deep by Adele, BUT I ASSURE YOU it's unlike anything you've ever seen before. And what the heck does Rolling in the Deep even mean? Like, I still don't know.

Please save my soul! -Kayson

PS. I just saw Sarah and spobylover1237's confused reviews, I got it to twerk. :)