Day Forty-Five: Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

It was a really rainy, grey day outside. Spencer was wearing a red raincoat as she walked home. It was pouring outside. She wondered why she was walking home in the rain.

"Spencer, wait!"

She turned around and immediately felt butterflies—no, birds—in her stomach. It was Toby Cavanaugh. He smiled as he walked up to her and she got even more nervous.

"Toby?"

"You didn't give me a chance to say goodbye to you."

Before she could really question what he was talking about, he put his lips on her. Her breath was taken away. She completely forgot about how cold it was outside and how drenched she was from the rain.

She woke up from her dream when she heard the bell rang. She always fell asleep during European History. She saw everyone getting up and she quickly ran out of the room before half of her class.

"Spencer, wait!"

She turned around to see Aria calling her name. Aria waved her over to the lockers. Aria's locker was conveniently right next to Spencer's. Spencer quickly busied herself with opening her locker and putting away some books.

"You just had a class with him, didn't you?" Aria asked excitedly.

Spencer tried to contain her blush, but it (evidently) didn't work. "Aria…don't start."

"Why? Spence, you'd be so cute with him. And I'm sure he'd like you back. If I was a guy, I'd definitely be into you," she said reassuringly.

"Thanks, Aria, but he's not just a guy. He's…I don't know what he is. He's different. It's just exciting being around him. He moves like…" she trailed off, not finding the right words to describe the way he carried himself in a particular way. "And I know my parents would hate him, but…I like him. And I usually never like guys like him, but he just seems different. I almost feel like I should be scared of him, but I'm not."

Aria gave her a small smile. "You're in love."

Spencer just rolled her eyes. Still, she couldn't help thinking of him.

Spencer sat in the library. Aria was supposed to meet her there so they could study for English together, but she got caught up in something at home. Spencer was there by herself.

She got settled into her book and out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone sit down.

She glanced to the side only very briefly. It was Toby.

She hoped he couldn't see just how flustered she was getting by his mere presence. She thought this was the closest they had ever gotten before.

Nervously, she gathered all her books and took them back to the stack in front of them. Unfortunately, she couldn't reach the shelf where the book she needed to get for English Literature was.

Toby noticed her struggle and quickly got up to help her. Spencer watched him and all she kept thinking about was how paralyzed she was because of how close he was. He was close enough that she could smell his cologne. That was pretty close.

She realized as she watched him just how beautifully blue his eyes were.

"Here."

Their skin met briefly as he handed her the book. She swore she felt a shock when he touched her.

Her mind began to wander at a thousand miles a minute. She really wanted to kiss him right then and there.

"Thank you."

She knew that one meeting would likely haunt her for a few weeks, maybe months.

She wondered if he could tell just how hopelessly into him she was. Around everyone, she was so guarded and put up so many walls, but she could feel them disintegrating when he was around.

She pulled away from him. He stared at her.

"That was—"

He was silent for a moment. "I wasn't expecting that. Not from you, at least."

She was challenged by that. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "I just…didn't expect a girl like Spencer Hastings to like me. At all. And especially not in that way," he told her.

"Really?" she was more surprised than she was timid. "Why would you think that?"

"Won't I tarnish some reputation you have to uphold?"

She rolled her eyes. "My parents' reputation; not mine," she corrected. "I don't really care about that," she said firmly.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I'm positive," she promised.

Some part of her felt…numb. It was like she wasn't really here, though she was.

"Come on. I want to show you something," he said as he took her hand to lead her upstairs.

They abandoned this party, which soon became too dull for the both of them, to go upstairs. He led her up a second staircase once they got to the second floor. He opened the door for her and she walked out, amazed with where he brought her.

"What is this?" she asked as she looked out.

"Sometimes I come out here on a clear night. It's like you're looking into space. You can actually see the stars up here."

She looked up at the sky to see thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, of stars in the almost black sky. It was only fields of stars, some shining more brightly than others.

"I used to come up here with my mother. My dad never came up here, but she'd come out with me all the time," he told her.

"And you're bringing me up here?" she asked, her eyes twinkling like the thousands of stars above them.

He nodded. "You just seem different…special, I guess. In a good way," he added.

"It means a lot to me."

"I was hoping it would."

They both sat down and leaned against the wall. They began pointing out the constellations and naming stars.

Their stars. Their special stars.

MizzIsTheFizz: I think the writers are really creative (sometimes to the point of being incredible), but they tend to lack a bit in the characterization department. Some things just don't make sense. I think Aria has always been my least favourite. And I already miss Spoby and PLL hasn't even gone on hiatus :( After Toby was revealed as A (but he wasn't really A), nothing on this show surprises me anymore. When Ezra was A, it was just like crickets chirping. I don't think I ever really cared because I was fairly sure they'd do the same thing to Ezra as they did with Toby. Wow, that's a lot. And I don't mind long. I'm used to ranting on and on, so it's the least I can do, considering you read my stories.

Addictedtospoby: Oh, okay. Hey, Sarah :) I get migraines all the time, so I understand. They're horrid.

AL3110: It actually sounds really cool. I like it. My part is really cool. I love it. Uh, no? My hair is wavy. It gets really curly after I go swimming in the summer, though.

spobylover1237: Oh, thank you! I'm glad you liked it. I actually probably didn't even like it that much.

poisonnwine:I think you're talking about Bluebird (yes? no? maybeeeee...?). I actually quite despise how I write fluff. I think it's sappy and horrible. I don't like reading most of my writing just because I think other people can come up with more original stuff. I'm good for a poem, but anything else to me is kind of...meh. but I'm a masochist and I love writing the rest anyway. So I do. Well I read your bio (eugh, that sounds really stalker-ish), and from what I understand, you were younger then. You get older, you learn, you practice, you make corrections. I make mistakes, too. I literally never proofread my work. What you see are my exact words. Sometimes I go back and read, but not to make corrections (if I just so happen to find an error, I change it), but it's always after I actually publish the work. I don't think I've proofread anything of mine. But we all have our strengths. I'd say you're good at coming up with original ideas. I suck at that.

eveningshades1107: Well, if I find a song that kind of fits that universe, I'll do it; I'm not about to go out of my way to fill that promise. But there are some themed one-shots I already like the idea of. Like there's this one song (a version of it was actually featured on DM) called "Kind of Woman" that's probably going to take place in the Noir-era of PLL (or something like that). Then, there's the one-shot based off of Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful (which I actually completed yesterday waiting for my choir rehearsal) where they're in the 40's/60's and Spencer is an actress (and I allude to Toby being a songwriter of sorts) that I really like. I'm honestly so torn on how to feel about Caleb coming back! In all honesty, I don't think we'd be lacking anything if he was gone for good. I mean, I love Tyler/Taleb/Spaleb/Spobaleb/Haleb as much as everyone who loves all of those things, but I like how Hanna's coping with things and developing after he's left. And he doesn't have a backstory with Alison, so I don't think it's really necessary for him to come back. And I also really like Tranna and #NiceGuyTravis. I think Kendall is becoming another favourite of mine (but Chloe will probably forever be my fave). She's just the sass master!

So I spent the whole afternoon/evening looking at videos of Frozen and I wonder why my cousins haven't made me watch it yet. And I have issues. I know.

I'm really tired but guess what, guys? I get to spend the next two weeks eating and sleeping and writing and singing and dancing and going to the gym because my stomach is pudgy and I need to burn off all the pounds I shall gain next weekend at my sleepover. There will be chocolate and chocolate cheesecake and soda and my grandma's meatballs and oh my God, I think I'm getting fatter just thinking about it. I can't wait. And then to make things better, the next week, I'm going to my uncle's house and he lives in a tourist city, so there's like a thousand good restaurants near him including this one where you get to build your own burger with fries and everything and for dessert they have this really delicious, perfect, heavenly chocolate chip cookie they bake for you covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup. It's soooooo good.

I'm sorry. I just gave you diabetes.

I need to go look up a fitness programme/workout routine for the next two weeks so I can get fat again when I go to school. The next one-shot will be I Can't Lie by Maroon 5. I don't know why, but I feel like it's extremely fitting. I kind of took a page from AL's story and found myself wandering aimlessly towards her writing :)

If you guys have any suggestions for improving flexibility/turning/making dance life easier, I would much appreciate it. -Kayson

P.S, yes, I was talking to you, MizzIsTheFizz.