Author's Note: I have nothing really to say, so...

Day Eighty-Six: I Promise You by Selena Gomez & The Scene

She was confused when she saw the tiny little box. It was wrapped meticulously with a perfectly-tied bow on the top. She stared at him.

"What are you waiting for? Open it, Spence."

Slowly, almost achingly so, she took off the paper. She took a deep breath and opened it. She didn't know why, as she was expecting it by now, but she was surprised when she opened the box to see a ring. An engagement ring.

"Toby."

He stared at her, grinning uncontrollably.

"You're crazy. Aren't we too young?"

She heard all those stories about couples who got married too young. Her own parents even still said that they were both too young to even know what love felt like. There was no way they would ever approve of them getting married. She was sure she loved him.

But aside from that, she didn't even know if she believed in marriage. Marriage itself, even when you don't take into account ages, was doomed. About half of everyone in the US who gets married gets divorced. That statistic had been engrained in her brain for a while.

But there was something so enticing about marriage! It was the promise of forever. She was ready to make that promise to him. It felt as though her heart already had. Everything felt right and at peace when she was around him. And there was something so comforting about the way his hand fit perfectly in hers…

Some part of her was scared about that, but what was love? Wasn't part of being in love being so carefree that you're almost…scared of falling? Sure, you're supposed to trust them to catch you, but…what if they don't? It almost felt all-too easy for her. Things felt so natural that they almost felt wrong. It was some weird form of dichotomy that she couldn't even begin to explain.

"I want to marry you. I just…whenever you're around, I get nervous…in a good way. And I just want that feeling to last. Forever."

She grabbed his hand and faked a little smile. "What about my parents?" she inquired.

"What about them? I want to marry you, Spencer, not your whole family. It's just me and you in this relationship.

But of course, she had lingering doubts. "Toby…this just sounds doomed. If we get married now, at least. It's a big risk. I know we're going to get there someday—I promise you, we will—but—"

"Then let's take the risk. I know we're going to make it. I promise."

He was so sincere. She could tell just by his eyes. They were so honest. She could tell he would never try and let her down or betray her or beguile her to trick her. He wanted to be the one she told everything to. He wanted to be her confidant, her best friend, her soulmate. He wanted to listen, he wanted to be the shoulder she cried on when things went wrong.

And she couldn't say any of that about anyone else in the world.

Finally, she nodded.

"Let's get married."

Another "true one-shot".

Sarah: Ooh, you beat me. I have like 689 songs on my phone. But after I put my LDR demos and songs from Dance Moms (some of which are actually really good), I'll probably have like 750 or so songs on there and my phone will be like "NO MAS. NO ESPACIO."

LittleBittyAbby:My hair is ridiculously frizzy most of the time and I absolutely hate it. it looks like crap. It (was) is your birthday? Happy birthday!

tobyequalshottness: Thanks and no problem! I know people have lives outside of fanfiction (even I do...just not a social life).

AL3110:Alright, I texted him and he didn't answer. This was a one-shot one-shot, too!

MilaMizz:Glad you liked it. I actually really liked it.

eveningshades1107: I have a math take-home and a literature take-home (at least it's on a good book: "Catcher in the Rye". Cue the PLL/Spoby feels!) due on Tuesday and I just don't want to do it. Like...no. And then I have finals in two weeks, so I'm just like O_o especially for Bio, History, and Math. The math final will probably be 12 problems in total (last year it was 12 problems, which is dumb); the biology will be on stuff we've been "learning" all year (ha, we don't learn anything), the history will be on everything from the Renaissance to WWII/The Cold War; Spanish will probably be three pages long and it will still take the Juniors in my class all two and a half hours, whereas I'll be there for like thirty or forty minutes, along with the other freshmen, and then we'll have to sit and twiddle our thumbs for about two hours; English will probably be ridiculously long (it has 60+ vocab words, plus gerunds, infinitives, participles, and clauses, plus the five books we read this year [Romeo and Juliet, All Quiet on the Western Front, Lord of the Flies, and The Catcher in the Rye, and I feel like there's one I'm missing...]) but easy (and thank God, since it's on the first day); and Latin will be a paragraph-or-so-long translation which is going to appear incredibly easy but actually be stupidly hard since Latin is a declined language. But onto the actual one-shot, as I'm sure you didn't really care for all that unnecessary stuff about my life and all, I actually tried using really pretty, nearly superfluous language in that one. I really liked it. Especially the word "gossamer". I really love that word. Plus, it reminds me of "Confession" by Rachael Sage, which is a really pretty song. And yeah, Spona in a very twisted way. I'd say on a scale of one-to-ten, Sarah's sleep depravation is probably thirteen. Maybe fifteen. Just a guess. Is it bad that I feel like Lady Macbeth/Spencer (practically the same person, anyway) because I keep mumbling to myself "I need sleep...I just want to sleep"? Not what happened, but I'll let you pretend that's what it was. Well, Prostitute-Hanna and Prostitute-Spencer are basically the premise of that story I'm working on, HTBAH. Yup, one of the Goddess's songs. Is it bad that I have a running thing that whenever there's a show/performance at my school, I am in some way, shape, or form sick? In 7th grade, I was very sick on opening night of the musical (and even choked in the middle of it). In the 8th grade winter concert, I was also sick with bronchitis, no less, AND I had a solo. In the 8th grade musical, I was sick and I am blaming it on the obscene amount of sawdust and other irritants backstage. Then, this year, I had a nodes-scare in the Winter and my voice was bothering me (but I was clean; turns out I have chronic post-nasal drip which is EXTREMELY annoying and irritating) and this spring concert, I wasn't feeling well, either. I'm still not sure if it was a cold or allergies, but seeing as I really never get allergies, I'll assume the former. I dreamed that the project I'm working on made me famous and I was a really good singer and actually good at musical stuff and I wrote an arrangement of a song of Lana's (Dark Paradise, I think it was) and she came to my school and listened to the girls sing it and she was impressed and I almost died. And then I woke up. But when Marina comes to the US (if and when her album comes out), I am getting tickets to see her. I don't care if it's in New York or New Jersey or Massachusetts or Philly or even in freaking Kalamazoo, Michigan, I'm going to see her.

I'm really tired, but I really wanted to update. And as I was telling Sarah, I had a concert I was preparing for, which is why I haven't updated in what feels like forever. I just haven't had the time. But thankfully, it's over, and the school year is nearly over, so you can probably expect 5-6 updates a week for me.

Okay, the next one-shot is Arms by Christina Perri, which I was hoping to make better than it actually is, but oh, well. That's life.

And for those of you wondering about SSS, I'm trying for an update tomorrow, but I make no promises. But I definitely want to update for either tomorrow or Monday. -Kayson