Author's Note: Lana, how I hate those guys!
Hey. So this one is like semi-canon. I cannot describe it. Anyway, there are four parts and they all take place in one of the four seasons.
Day Forty-Three: It Will Rain by Bruno Mars
It was beginning to occur to him that he was falling in love.
"You'd call me if you ever decided to skip town, right?" he asked.
A small smile appeared. "I thought we already talked about this. You already know my answer is yes," she answered.
He smiled. "Good, because I don't think I'd ever be able to handle you leaving me forever," he told her.
He thought about that some more. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he couldn't cope with believing whatever relationship they had now was non-existent. That would certainly break him.
"You won't lose me forever," she promised. "Forever is a strong word anyway. We'd have to meet again, someday, somehow," she assured him.
Never seeing her again would be like the sun never shining; just vanishing completely from the sky.
"God, I'm so stupid!" she exclaimed. "If I had just kept my mouth shut then you'd still have a job and we wouldn't be in this mess…"
He rubbed her back. "Spencer—"
"And my parents would still like you. You should've heard the way my dad talked about you. Now he can't even look you in the eye and…you could've been my mother's favourite, but…"
He was about to tell her to stop, but he realized that he didn't blame her parents at all. As much as he loved her, he knew he didn't deserve her. She deserved so much more than what he could ever give her. He was trouble, and he knew it.
He put his arm around her. He needed her to stay. She sighed.
He couldn't lose her.
He wasn't religious in any sense of the word, but he was praying for Spencer.
He was so incredibly worried about her. Ever since she found out about him, he'd been out of Rosewood, but he heard bad things when Mona thought he wasn't listening.
Mona.
He thought he hated Alison more than humanly possible, but apparently, even Mona beat her in those regards.
She wouldn't tell him a thing about what was happening back in Rosewood, and instead told him he needed to get out.
He was out and living like a nomad.
And he'd gladly continue to do it if it would keep her from getting hurt.
That was a stupid statement. He knew he probably hurt her more than Mona had. He needed a scapegoat, like the coward he was.
He hung his head the more he thought about Spencer, his Spencer, in excruciating, inexplicable, unbearable pain and confusion. It was all his fault. Everything was his fault. Wouldn't she be so much better off if he had never walked into her life?
But there was one last thing he clung to. Mona had promised him something. He knew he was stupid to even believe her—since once a liar, always a liar—but he did, just because of the hope of love.
She had promised him that Spencer would be there, on Friday, at that devious, horrible event someone had masterminded (which he still knew next to nothing about). She would be there alone. Her friends wouldn't be there. And there was something…different about her.
He wiped away the tears which dared to roll down his cheeks as he thought about it.
He was willing to say or do anything to make her trust him. He just wanted to be trusted.
Watching and hearing her cry was such an indescribable pain.
"My parents think I'm crazy. That's why they sent me there, to Radley. And I've done it before and I'm sorry for not telling you, but…I…what if I really did do something to hurt Alison?" she asked quietly through constricting sobs.
"Spencer, you'd never do anything to hurt her," he argued.
"But I wished it. I wanted her to die."
Her breath hitched as she thought about it.
He didn't know how to answer. "I think we all wanted her to die at one point or another."
She shook her head. "No, it's not the same. What if my parents are right and I did kill her and now they're covering for me?" she asked meekly.
"They're just afraid, Spencer. They don't understand how much she put you through and what you've been dealing with. I'm not even so sure that you really understand how strong you are sometimes," he told her quietly.
She shook her head. "I'm not as strong as you think I am. If anything, I'm the weakest link," she replied quietly.
"But you can become stronger. I know you're strong enough to do that, Spencer. I know what it's like to have everyone think you're a killer, so I know it's possible to change everyone's mind," he told her.
"No offense, but I don't think that everyone in this town trusts you still, Toby," she answered sardonically despite herself.
"But you trust me. Emily trusts me."
She couldn't argue with that. She just snuggled into his arms. "Please just hold me. I don't want to think about things anymore," she declared sadly.
He wished he could take away all of her pain. But since he knew he couldn't, the most he could do for her is try to make her whole again.
After about an hour of holding her and talking about everything else, she finally looked up at him. Her eyes were still a bit red and one could tell she was obviously upset about something.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," she told him.
He nodded. "Don't ever leave, Spence. Please don't."
She was completely silent for a moment. "No, I never will."
Addictedtospoby: It's okay. When it comes to reviewing the stories I read, I am consistently sucky at it. I'm pretty good at updating, though! At least, I think so. And I'd like to finish the first 53 by my birthday, so that's a pretty good motivator :)
MizzIsTheFizz:I just thought she was a socially awkward creep before. But show she's just the biggest bitch ever. Like, ugh, go away, Jessica DiLaurentis! Your own children probably hate you. I hate you. You're an awful person. But she's not a person; just a character (thank God). Sorry. I can only kind of try to understand because I don't think I ever really liked Ezria (I started to really despise them in season 2, idk what it was about them. They just...hmm). A requirement for reading my stories is that you have to be okay with me bitch and moan about life. That's just what I do.
AL3110: I wish they had Spoby Fanfiction as an elective in high school. That would be the best electives ever. We just spend the whole period talking about Spoby and how perfect they are and writing fanfiction and reading fanfiction. If a school offers that, I'm going to that school (quick, let's start a school!). I'm learning about Louis XVI and how Marie Antoinette was apparently not good at getting him turned on (don't even ask, we watched this documentary about it in class and this one girl was just freaking out about it).
Guest (Cat): I think my writing is entirely too angsty, but then again, when I published my first fanfiction, I didn't think that was angsty in any way, shape, or form (and it turned out to probably be one of the darkest fics on here). It's cool. I'm fine with short reviews. Doesn't bother me that much. I love hearing feedback :)
eveningshades1107: I love knowing that Toby turned Spencer into someone who was really anti-Toby and now like...she's in love with him! I mean, hello! That's love right there! If I turned around and found myself slowly but surely falling in love with the person at school I disliked the most (minus all the girls, just because I can't tolerate half of them), then he's seriously amazing (though IDK if he actually counts, considering I had a flirtationship of sorts with him last year...). I miss Taleb more than anything. I wonder if Toby would get along with Dean. Everyone is like, "Dean should stay and be Spoby's friend #TenseForSpence (I bet Toby knows all about that...teehee)". UGH I'VE SEEN THAT SPOILER LIKE TWELVE TIMES AND PEOPLE ARE SERIOUSLY MESSING WITH ME. Like, can it happen? Seriously, Spencer doesn't even have to say yes (and I'm frankly not so sure I even want her to say yes, but I know Toby would make it all cute and perfect and amazing and heartfelt and I want that more than words can even describe). I miss cute, innocent, adorable Spoby. They're almost as cute as Fetus Chloe. Speaking of DM, did you see it last night? I watched it and I thought Abby took childishness and hypocrisy to a whole other lever. Here, I'll give you my whole cast (and I don't even care what anyone else says; I had the absolute best cast out of everyone. Not biased at all).
Macbeth: Joaquin Pheonix
Lady Macbeth: Troian Bellisario (because duh)
Duncan: Donald Sutherland (guy who played President Snow in The Hunger Games, if you saw it and don't know who he is)
Malcolm: Leonardo DiCaprio
Donalbain: Emile Hirsch
Banquo: Russell Crowe
Porter: Woody Harrelson
Macduff: Michael Fassbender
Lady Macduff: Stana Katic
3 Witches: (Originally) Meryl Streep, Jodie Foster, and Cate Blanchett, but after reading my friend Trip's thing, I think I'd swap out Cate for Helena Bonham Carter.
Literally THE ONLY THREE PEOPLE I WANTED (Trip and I basically ran the whole group and we switched Michael Fassbender from Macduff to Banquo) WERE OUSTED. Okay, so basically, most of my group's list remained intact (this is my list so there were some turn-arounds and some differences) EXCEPT FOR MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, AND BANQUO. I don't know why, but my Shakespeare class literally lacks the brain cells to realize that in the 1000's in Scotland, the life expectancy was not that high. So who do they choose as the three most major roles in the play? Basically ancient people, by 11th century standards. They pick George Clooney (like 50's, idek) as Macbeth, Anne Hathaway (idk, but it's not so much her age, rather that I don't think she'd be able to pull off a role that dark and that evil), and LIAM NEESON. Like, I like that guy, but he's 60. No way would anybody who's 60 still be up and kicking it and fighting at battle back in the 1000's. And not only that, but it just doesn't make sense for the rest of the cast. Like, shouldn't Macduff and Macbeth be I don't know, around the same age? And here's what's better: they made Leonardo DiCaprio as Duncan. LEONARDO DiCAPRIO. He's like a baby compared to the rest of the cast when he should probably look older and wiser. And they chose people who were younger than him to make his sons! #FacePalm.
I just can't. I can't, Sarah. I CAN'T.
By the way, those of you who know nothing about Shakespeare's Macbeth and are just looking at this like WTF, this has been a Kayson Rant brought to you by the one and probably not only Kayson.
So as I think I mentioned, all of these little scenes from the one-shot take place in each of the four seasons of PLL thus far/after/implied during a season. Specifically Scene 1- 1x20 (when Spoby talks about running away, it's kind of like what happened after that we didn't see); Scene 2- 2x07 (when Spoby heads out to their spot overlooking Rosewood and talks about how stupid life is); Scene 3- Any time in between 3x16-3x24 (so Toby is kicking himself in the face for hurting the other half of Spoby); Scene 4- After Toby finds out about the other half of Spoby's drug issue (I literally haven't paid attention this entire season and I didn't realize that next week is the finale until I read it today).
I'm sorry, I did not do Bruno justice. Please forgive me. The next one-shot will be Time To Be Your 21 by Alexz Johnson. For those of you Spobettes who aren't so into details and as crazily obsessed as I am, this is that song that played in the Season 1 finale when Spoby was acting like a domestic angel.
So I'm going to go cry now. Just because. I feel like crying and I don't even know why. Stop judging me! #ThisIsWhatMakesUsGirls. No, I'm not talking about all that emotional crap. I'm talking about something really painful that I hate and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die today because of it.
Okay, now that I'm done with TMI, goodbye. I bet that you guys are like, "Yeah! Bye forever, Kayson!" because you seriously didn't need to know that. I'm sorry. I never proofread anything I write (otherwise I would've erased all of this). -Kayson