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Day Fifty-Nine: Make It Without You by Andrew Belle

Spencer threw her cap up with the rest of her class did with their graduation caps. She was secretly so scared to be graduating and heading for college, but so relieved, at the same time. Her bags were pretty much already packed. She was ready to leave.

Later that night, as she placed her diploma carefully in a box she'd be bringing with her to college, a certain picture caught her eye. It was a picture of her and Toby. She smiled at it before putting it in the same box.

She had been accepted into Columbia University. She was going there in the fall to study medicine and psychology. But she was going to New York early to get a feel for the city. She was ready to get out of Rosewood, the bane of her existence, and abandon it for good.

There was a soft knock at the door. She turned and there was Toby. He had brought her flowers. She smiled when she saw them and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your graduation today," he apologized.

She shook her head before taking a sniff. "Don't worry about it. It's just high school. You'll be there for my college graduation," she said with a small smile.

"You're leaving for New York with Hanna next week?"

Spencer saw his worried face and paused for a moment before nodding her head.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he said with a slight smile. She knew he was sad to see her go, but she still couldn't wait to leave. She just nodded. "You know how much I'll miss you, right?" he said as he put his lips lightly on the side of her neck.

She stood on the train platform with him. She had her suitcase beside her.

She knew how other people would make up rumours about why she was leaving and how she was so ashamed of everything she, her friends, and her family were involved in that she had to leave town.

Even though she knew it wasn't true, she couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed about those kinds of accusations.

"Are you going to remember to call me when you get to New York?" he asked.

She gave him a small smile as she nodded. "Yes, I promise."

"And you're going to call me at least twice a month, right?" he inquired nervously.

She nodded profusely. "I'll probably call you like two times a week," she told him.

Someone cleared their throat behind them, causing them to break from each other's grasp. Hanna was standing there with their tickets. She held them up.

"We have to get on the train now, Spence," Hanna informed her.

Spencer frowned slightly, but nodded. She took her suitcase and walked away with Hanna, only letting go when their arms couldn't reach anymore. She waved goodbye as she got on the train.

"Hey, we're going to have fun," Hanna insisted as they settled into their seats. Spencer was next to the window. She looked out, seeing him still standing there.

She pressed her hand against the glass and tried to smile at him. She could've cried when the train began to move.

She settled back into the seat, taking a deep breath.

This was the start of a brand new day. She could make it without him, because she knew that even if he wasn't physically near, he'd always be in her heart.

Spencer stared at her textbook as Hanna got ready for a party.

"Spence, are you coming?" she asked as she finished her hair.

Spencer thought about it for a minute before shaking her head. "No, thanks, Han."

Part of her wished she could be one of those girls who could just party for a straight weekend. But she missed home and her friends. So she had to drink on her own. She hated alcohol, anyway, but it helped take the edge off of stress from school and homesickness.

About twenty minutes later, Hanna was out the door. Spencer read her books as she sipped on some gin when she got a phone call.

She looked at the phone and got a warm, familiar feeling (though it may have been the alcohol).

"Hello?" she asked, containing her slight slur.

"Hey, Spencer?" Toby answered timidly. "How are you?"

She thought for a moment. "Okay. I miss home."

"You do?" he asked. It was quiet for a moment. "Thanksgiving is soon. Aren't you coming back to Rosewood?"

She was quiet. "I missed you, I mean. You're my home."

"Oh."

It was quiet again. But Spencer broke the silence. "I've made it without you. But now that I proved to myself that I can be independent, all I want is to come back home," she admitted. "To come back home to you."

spobylover1237: I feel you. Don't worry about it. I get really lazy and never review and it makes me feel guilty but I'm really freaking lazy :) Anyway, thanks for overcoming your inner sloth and reviewing.

LittleBittyAbby: Well, I guess your username is accurate, then! You must be so petite! I'm really short, but I'm not thin (whatsoever) so idk what I call myself. And I've never been thin. Oh, how I envy you and your (probably) fast metabolism.

tobyequalshottness: I just wrote Toby how I think he'd react. And then his mom as the angel I think the show is trying to portray her as.

Sarah: You'd think I'd be good in History, right? Since by writing everything, I should be able to memorize it all. Wrong. I have a test Friday and I have no idea wtf half the terms and names on it are. French revolution. You might know about this. Suggestions? And I hate math, too. It's easily my worst subject. I absolutely hate it. Maybe if you post a bit of the story (which I'm assuming is multi-chap), you'll get inspired? For my first story (and also Begin Again), posting and getting feedback inspired me to keep writing. And you know, I'm always here to help. But you shouldn't stress about the commas! I know we (and by we, I mean Americans and other countries which don't use your fancy schmancy somewhat superfluous spellings) use a ton of commas. I've noticed that Canadians and Britons use a lot less commas than us. I don't know why. But people will understand you regardless. And no, she didn't die. Arrhythmia or tachycardia or whatever it was isn't that serious; it can be regulated with medication. So just in case you were curious, its just one thing they have to deal with :)

MizzIsTheFizz: Ew, extra days. I only have like 35 or 36 days left of school, besides finals and graduation, so I'm very excited. It should go by quickly (halleluiah). And London is gorgeous. If you ever go to England and are around London, a place out of the way but definitely worth going to is Stratford-Upon-Avon. And also Cambridge. Cambridge is beautiful, as well. I got to visit both Cambridge and Oxford and I personally liked Cambridge a bit more. Oh, and go to Café Nero. It's the best. I like ridiculous, long reviews because it makes me feel less silly when I write ridiculous, long responses! My friend Michelle and I went to see Wicked yesterday and I was singing songs from the musical which I knew. People probably thought I was weird. Then again, it's New York City; no one is normal.

AL3110:I actually remembered it. But I'll have to PM you tomorrow since I really don't have time right now. Sorry! But I remember three things: Spencer, Toby, cabin.

I am very proud to announce that although I was considered a "Straight A" student before, I am now officially a straight-A student. No B's for me this quarter. Yay.

Um, I was going to tell you about my Harry Potter fanfic, but I'm out of time, so I'll do it tomorrow. And I do think I'll get to it tomorrow.

The next one-shot will be The Air That I Breathe by Maroon 5. This is one of the few one-shots that is actually going to be canon. It's going to be canon to the Season 4 finale, so it's like a Season 5 future one-shot. I personally like it.

I suppose I will also fangirl over Wicked tomorrow, as well. Just perfect. If anyone ever comes to NYC and looks for a Broadway show...Wicked, Wicked, Wicked. Everything is a little bit Wicked. I don't even know what I'm saying but I'm praying for front row seats to see it again. JK front row is probably the worst spot you can get. Front row mezzanine :)

I don't know what else to say. Bye! -Kayson