Author's Note: Hey, guys. Sorry for not updating yesterday, but I was exhausted (so proud of myself; I walked like a quarter of a mile JUST to go to my recital, then I walked all the way home from the pizza parlor with a whole pizza AND I beat my mom home and ON TOP OF THAT, I danced for like two hours in my basement. Oh, yeah. #HealthyKayson Makes up for the fact I had two slices of pizza, right? No? Oops. But I did 50 push ups and 50 sit ups today, so I'm proud of myself). And today I feel like ish, so there's that. But I couldn't leave you guys hanging any longer.

Day Seventy: Quiet by Demi Lovato

It was so quiet in the room that the silence was deafening.

She was feeling extremely awkward as she played the part of wallflower. She wasn't sure where Hanna and Caleb had gone—probably upstairs doing unspeakable things in one of the many bedrooms. She had no idea where Emily and Aria went. And Alison was probably God-knows-where with God-knows-who.

And now he was staring at her. She narrowed her eyes for a split second to see how he'd react. She wished he'd just make a move, no matter what it be.

She could practically hear his thoughts from across the room. It was driving her insane.

She held her breath when he began to walk near her. Her own thoughts, which were just as deafening as the silence amongst them just seconds ago, seemed to halt entirely.

When he got closer, she could feel her heart nearly stop beating.

"What are you doing here by yourself?"

She stood up straighter and put up a guard. "Do I know you? I don't think I've ever seen you before tonight," she said coolly.

"No. I'm just wondering. You've been standing here for a while now," he observed.

"So you've been watching me?" she inquired.

"Not exactly. I'm just very observant."

She looked him over once. "Do you want something from me? Because if so, you should probably go hit on a drunk girl. She'll actually sleep with you," she said as she began to turn away.

"Whoa, I'm not a predator. I was just asking. You look lonely and uncomfortable."

She sighed. "Yeah, well, I don't go to these parties very often. I don't know where all the people I came here with went. I think I'm just going to be leaving now, so…sorry if I creeped you out," she apologized.

"Do you want company?" he asked quietly.

She turned and raised her eyebrow at him.

"I'm not trying to hit on you!" he insisted. "We can go for a walk. Just something to get out of here."

She thought of it for a second. "Is this your way of asking me out?"

He shrugged. "That depends."

"On what?"

"If you're interested."

Part of her thought this was weird. Almost…sly and manipulative. But the other thought it was clever. And credit must be given where credit is due.

"Alright, fine. We can go for a walk. I'm kind of eager to get away from all these drunk idiots, anyway. You're not drunk, are you?" she inquired.

"You can give me a field sobriety test right now. I can sing the alphabet," he joked.

She was laughing as they walked all the way back to her home. They stood on her front steps and it became deadly silent again. She just wanted the silence to go away. It was so loud that she wanted to scream.

She looked at him. He looked just as he did in the beginning of the night. But in his eyes, she could see that something about him changed.

She wondered what was taking so long. Her body began to tense as she thought of going inside. She knew she couldn't invite him in, but…she didn't want to leave him like this.

She wondered if he knew where she was going…at least, where her thoughts were roaming.

"I guess this is goodbye, then," he said as they stood in front of her door.

She nodded awkwardly. She was waiting for him to add more. "Thanks for walking home with me."

"You're welcome. Good night."

But she didn't move. She just bit her lip. Afterwards, he started to walk away. She was a bit discouraged.

"That's it?" she asked.

He turned around from the street to face her.

"You're not going to try anything? I mean, I get the whole 'not being a predator' thing, but that's it? Goodbye? No kiss?" she asked.

"I thought it would be too forward of—"

She walked down the steps quickly to face him. "And I thought we were getting off to a good start," she commented. "But I guess you don't—"

She was cut off by a quick kiss on the lips. She smiled as he pulled away.

"Is that better?"

She smiled as she nodded.

"I think I've been waiting for that all night."

LittleBittyAbby: Um...what even is the criteria for that? I don't even know. I have no idea what my accolade would be...maybe most likely to crawl in a hole and stay there for like a year? That sounds about accurate.

MizzIsTheFizz: Nope, never watched them. But Ryan Guzman/Jake No-last-name is in that, right? Or am I confusing my dance movies? IDK. Um...I don't know what to say about any of that. And it's okay...I guess...I'll just go into the corner and cry now...

AL3110: No, that's not slang. I don't know what that was. It's a guiro. Oh, and BTW, Space and the Woods (though that's technically not MATD, but I'll go along with it). And you have mine, but I'll give it to you again: "But at least I picked myself up like a queen." Thank you. It made me feel special. Did you listen to the song? Because the song is incredible, and that's how I structured the song. It was like...each part had a different mood and feel to it, so I based stuff around that. Even the dissonant chords at the beginning. Well...they sound dissonant to me, anyway.

tobyequalshottness: Thank you. That was one of MY personal favourites :)

eveningshades1107: Even though I really don't like her, I feel like my one-shots based off of Taylor Swift are some of the best ones. Like, I finished one based on her song "Haunted" and it's actually...really nice. Deep, kind of. I think you'll like it (It's almost like return of Lady Macbeth again, but Lady Macbeth has a soul...maybe. But Spencer's not Lady Macbeth; Vanderjesus is). Whoops, spoiler. I was thinking of making the last one-shot's ending nice and pretty and whatever, but then I was just like...no. Yes, I actually LOVE #75, which is the mysterious one which you're not going to know about until you read it...like, I'm not even going to reveal what the song is. I'm just that difficult. I actually started Iridescence...like three days ago? I don't know why, I've always been pretty skeptical with that particular fic (I can't even explain it), and most fics in general that have more than about forty chapters since I hate it when things drag on (though, what do I know...my fics drag on ALL the time). Like to be entirely honest, and no hate to her because she's a fabulous writer, that was my main problem with "After All That We've Been Through" and the other one whose name I can't remember...and another one which I can't remember the name of...it was like sixty chapters long and the writer kind of just abandoned it a reeeeeaaaaallllyyyyy long time ago. But yeah, look at me, being hypocritical and stuff (especially considering that I'm looking at around 60+ chapters for Stay Stay Stay).

Sarah: Yeah...um...so...I finally reviewed your fic...it was heartbreakingly beautiful...

Can I just say how pissed I am about this old dude who owns that basketball team? Like, urg, if there's a type of person I despise most in the world, it's people like him. His girlfriend, though? She's cool. I mean, she's Mexican, so that already makes her a winner, but aside from that, she's cool enough to be like, "No, I'm gonna take a pic with Magic Johnson if I WANT TO." She should break up with him. She's pretty. She could do way better. And I so don't get how this jerk could say stuff like "Don't associate with black people publicly," but...dude, you're DATING a woman who is BLACK and MEXICAN. Like...you're a hypocrite.

Sorry, this stuff just makes me really pissed.

A little less pissed, I will tell you all that the next one-shot will be based off of It's Late by Queen, and it's sung by one of the most incredimazing dudes ever, Freddie Mercury (I really like him, so you can all stop judging me).

I'm going to go toss some cookies. Literally. I'm going to toss some cookies on the floor since they're like old and hard. Bye. -Kayson