Author's Note: Alright, AL, THIS is an ACTUAL one-shot, not the weird ones I write.


Day Ninety-One: Incredible Love by Ingrid Michaelson

She never quite thought that she'd ever fall this hard for anyone, much less him. And she never thought she'd be doing this with him on a Sunday afternoon in mid-October.

But she missed him. What else was there to say? She loved the sound of his feet walking towards her. She could barely breathe, she was so excited.

She knew she'd have to say goodbye again that night, but maybe this would be the last time. Maybe after, he could just…stay.

She stopped thinking so much as she realized the butterflies in her stomach, reminding her of where this was going. They had made out several times before—after all, that's just what teenagers do when they're in love—but this time, it felt different. It felt…fulfilling almost. Like he had that piece of her that was missing.

It killed her that he wasn't there all the time. That was how much she loved him. It was almost incredible.

She knew she had to be leaving soon, considering she knew if they kept at this much longer, the girls would be waiting and probably worrying about her.

But she got the taste of his mouth and the scent of his shirt and now she couldn't leave.

"Are you sure?"

It took her half a second to register what he was asking, but she nodded without hesitation.

"Yes."

She realized that all this time, she was just giving herself to him. But he had to be a gentleman and he had to be respectful and always stop. But she didn't want him to stop.

He kissed her neck and mumbled something into her skin. She didn't want him to stop; those were the marks and the words of love. Incredible love.


LittleBittyAbby: So I assume you're doing algebra? Algebra's not so bad. Coordinate geometry and constructions, however? That is absolute torture. I don't even want to think about trig and Calc after that. Yeah, I have no siblings, so I never have any standards to live up to, but it's also extremely boring and lonely and a lot of times, I hate it. But at least it's quiet.

Sarah: Oh, like all my readers are named Sarah, so I probably should've been more specific. I meant NJ Sarah/Theatre Sarah, not you Sarah (I call you Canadian Sarah/Ginger Sarah/Starbucks Sarah). My bad. But, yeah, I have like at least seven readers named Sarah, so that's kind of confusing.

MilaMizz:Yeah, she and Toby were both A in this one. Sorry if that was vague, but I wanted you guys to figure it out yourselves. Is it bad I laughed when you said that? Because yes...

Guest:Thanks for reviewing! And if anyone's going to go crazy, I just feel like it would be Spencer. She has the crazy eyes, after all :) But again, thanks for reviewing!

AL3110:Don't remember quoting it, but I'll take your word for it. I DID AND WE DISCUSSED AND OMGZZLES I CANNOT

tobyequalshottness: She's even more evil in the next one. Or evol. Lol, I made a pun. Sorry, that was lame. Glad you liked it. The next one is also kind of dark. Not really twisty, but dark.

Day 1 of my final exams is OVER. English and I wanted to shoot myself, it was so damn long. There were like 80 vocab words on it, then two or three pages of clauses/verbals/participles/etc., then like 14 short answers, and one 5 paragraph-long essay which I completed in about 15 minutes because I had no freaking time. It's legit the worst thing I ever wrote. Though...I say that all the time...eh.

And up tomorrow is bio (great, that class I learned nothing in all year) and Español. But at least I know Español because soy Mexicana. So...yeah, that's tomorrow. Not too bad, I guess, if you don't take into account that I'm going to get a C on bio, but whatever...and then I'll get a D- the next day because it's geometry and I already wanna cry...

The next one-shot is going to be...drumroll...E.V.O.L by Marina and the Diamonds and if you haven't heard it, you should since it's pretty fucking amazing. Yes, I cursed. Oops. I watched like thirty Buckey videos (he's my favourite pessimistic Canadian).

And back to studying for Biology/History. #NotFun #No -Kayson