Author's Note: Yes, I did quote Dance Moms in this one-shot. you can all stop judging me now.

Day Sixty-Three: Secondhand by Cassadee Pope

"Spence, pass the mozzarella?" Hanna asked me as she prepared all the food.

I handed her the cheese, but was distracted by whoever came in. It was Toby.

"Hey, Tobes," Hanna greeted absentmindedly. I took the moment to take in his appearance.

I knew the look on his face and in his eyes. He had another fight with Chanel, and—as always—he was the one suffering from it. He always came over to our apartment when they had a big fight.

It was pretty clear to me that he was uncomfortable. His hands were in his pockets as he stepped cautiously into the apartment.

Tiffany stepped out of her bedroom with a happy smile on her face as she was texting someone—likely her boyfriend, Shane. She finally noticed Toby.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

He just shrugged. He walked out onto the terrace.

I knew I shouldn't follow him. He made me weak at the knees and he had a girlfriend. But much like my awful smoking habit, I couldn't get out of it.

I stepped out cautiously onto the terrace. "Hey, Tobes," I greeted.

"Hey, Spence," he said, trying to smile. But I knew it was no good.

I sat down next to him, close—almost too close for my comfort. But seeing as that would be as close as we could get...I took it.

"What happened?" I asked softly. "What happened with you and Chanel?"

He sighed. "I just…she keeps nagging me and nagging me about looking for a job so we can get more serious, but I just want space. I mean…I'm only twenty-three. How would you feel if you had a boyfriend who kept pushing you and pushing you away from your dreams?"

I knew all about his dreams. He had always wanted to be an architect. But his girlfriend didn't want that for him. She didn't want that creative, fun part of him. She wanted the loving, tender, affectionate part.

I looked over at him, realizing I'd take everything Chanel didn't want. Just like I would take this moment, which tasted so sweet while it lasted.

It was a weird kind of calming like a cigarette. I hated that. I remembered my first cigarette. I choked on it, but felt release when I exhaled. I stopped caring about this situation with Toby a long time ago. That's why I knew that my whole dilemma was my fault; I let myself get addicted.

And even though I knew I would get burned eventually, I would take everything Chanel didn't want. I'd take him broken and ripped at the seams. I didn't care.

"Spencer? Are you okay?" Hanna asked as she walked into my room. I sniffled in response. Save the tears for the pillow, right?

She quickly climbed into bed with me. She put her arms around me. "Spence, you don't have to do this anymore," she whispered to me.

"I know," I said finally. I knew I had no pride doing this. But I was in too deep.

"You can always fall out of love."

If only it were an option.

So this marks where I began to get upset because I had to go back to school...eh, that hellhole called "High School"...

Sarah:I read it! I just didn't get time to review. But it was really great. I liked it. It was really emotional and sad, but it's deep. I was going to be a super bitch and be like, "You misspelt color a bunch of times...jk I use colour and favourite and favour and haemorrhage all the time", but I opted against it. And I didn't have time to leave a review. Tear. I like her. I don't really listen to Ed Sheeran or Mayday Parade (that a band you like? Idk, I live in a very narrow selection of music), so I have no idea if you'd like a lot of her stuff. You probably heard the remix of Summertime Sadness. She's just a lot of chamber pop/sadcore/Trip-hop (I guess?). Her music is almost neo-classical fused with chamber pop, hip-hop beats/inspirations, and very dark, depressing, but liberating lyrics. That probably makes no sense. She's very hard to describe. She appeals to that really eclectic side of me. Her first album was "Hawaiian Glam Rock". No joke. I didn't even know such a genre existed. Anyway, yeah, I fangirl over Lana and Marina like nobody's business.

MizzIsTheFizz:I have no freakin clue what Spencer and Toby would name their child (and bless her soul but I really pray not Marion because that name kind of just...ehrm...I cannot even fathom calling a little girl "Marion" or even "Mary" for short). Everyone is very attached to the ideas of something along the lines of Audrey/Aubrey/Abby/Gabby (idk, these are some popular names from fanfictions/one-shots I know), but...I can't put a name on it. Then again, who am I to judge? I named their first "kids" Pandora and Mowgli (oops!). Spoiler. Passover. I'm Jewish so my dad kind of expects me to try not to eat bread (I'm not really trying) but I'm kind of done with everything, so...bring on the bagels and cookies and pizza and everything I'm not supposed to eat. I can repent for my sins in October or whenever Yom Kippur is this year.

LittleBittyAbby:It's okay. I'm pretty sure half my followers/readers skip over my author's notes, anyway...they've read enough to realize I'm just weird and most of the time, they don't matter anywhoozies.

So I promised myself I wouldn't annoy you guys, buttttttttttttt...

I FINISHED MY MATH TEST LIKE YESSSSS

You all do not understand how much I despise geometry. I hate it more than my dog hates raw onions (which are no good for her anyways, so I guess that's good). Math and I do not mix. So I'm so proud of myself right now. And also...I got a 95 on my History test, and History is one of my worst subjects! YASSSSS

Done annoying you. The next one-shot will be Heart Attack by Demi Lovato and I assume you all know this song, unless you live in a hole, like me (but even I've heard this song, in which case, you live in a deeper hole).

So...food for thought? A penny for your thoughts? IDK how the saying goes or what I'm even trying to say. -Kayson