Author's Note: I have no thumbs. Jk, I do.

Day Eighty-Four: Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars

He was never a spiritual or wishful person. He never had much faith in…well, anything.

His whole life, people abandoned him. People up and left him. The ones he trusted the most…they always seemed to let him down the most.

Until he met her.

He wished he could say it started out sweet and naïve. It hadn't.

She was…well, she was a prostitute, to put it simply. The noble, mature part of him—the part which had integrity—wished he could say he had never experienced her. But he had.

It didn't seem to be much more than sex. At least, it didn't at first.

But when he walked away and thought about it…it was uplifting and so…pivotal. And then every time he saw her afterwards, it felt special in an indescribable way. She was like a breath of fresh air, even though sometimes, she looked so depressed by her profession. That, of course, made him upset.

"You're obsessed with her," said his best friend, Caleb.

"Well…if I'm obsessed with her, you're obsessed with Hanna."

That was all it took to shut Caleb up.

He thought about Spencer again. She was so perfect to him. Everything about her.

He found himself wondering when he'd get to see her again. He couldn't wait much longer. He just wanted to be with her. He could stay with her forever.

Yeah, actually, it's not dirty at all, so my apologies.

sarahschneider2012: Thank you and AAAHHH I CAN'T WAIT.

Sarah:Oh, at first I got scared and it was someone legitimately yelling at me and I got all sad. But no, I have very limited talents when you see some kids at my school. Okay, I have better writing talent. All my other "talents" are not really that great. And your writing is GOOD. Stop. This was awful. And yeah, you need to be a diamond. ASAP. Or at least like LDR. But you like Ed Sheeran, so I guess that's cool too.

AL3110: Eh, I don't think I'll be watching it anytime soon, but considering how my friend Julien is in love with Chloe Grace Moretz (Carrie), I'll probably have to watch it eventually. Umm...'cause you're a bit cuckoo? Like me? Yes?

MilaMizz:I haven't been like truly happy in what feels like a year. I'm just a big ball of sadness. I'm like a cloud (drifting by, dripping tears from the sky). I have not been able to sleep the whole night through due to stress for about at least a month, maybe longer. Here's how I'm anticipating finals will go, based on my performance thus far this year, how well I know the material on the finals, and how I did last year: Spanish- A- (because it'll probably only be like three pages long; great, so all the questions are like 5 points), English- A (I know my shiz, let's get that straight), History- B+ (because I know most of it, but I know I'll mess up at least a little bit), Math- B- (that's what I got last year and I'm waaaay more confused this year), Latin- A/A+ (because it'll be easy as hell and half my class will still fail and we literally know EVERYTHING that will be on it), and Biology- C. C-, even (and I'm anticipating this is what most of my class will get because we have to teach ourselves all of it). Ew, I hate coffee. And wait, where do you go now? I go to a private school. I haven't been to public school since the 5th grade (almost four years!) so I've kind of forgotten what it's like. I always forget my readers are sometimes the same age as me or even younger. I just feel like everyone's older. I'm really used to being the smallest/youngest. I cannot wait until summer, so...see you then!

I will always want you

I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALLLLLL

I don't know what that was. Been watching too much Jenna Marbles and Nigahiga and Swoozie and Crash Course with John Green (didn't forget about that; I'm not all that stupid! I'm still studying for my history final!).

Lol, I'm watching a movie where there are these two little kids just running around and yelling "Penis!" "Vagina!" and wow what the hell am I watching...

Okay, obviously I have ADHD and I iz so sad because on Thursday, I will not get to leave school until...like nine thirty or ten at night and that makes me so PISSED because my chorus teacher can't get us to just learn four freaking songs in a week (did I mention we learned this whole concert in literally a week? Because we did).

The next one-shot is going to be When I Look At You by Miley Cyrus which is actually longer and consists of more than 300 words (I checked; it's actually 672 words. Ha.)

I'm hungry...bye. -Kayson