Author's Note: This is all such complete and utter bullshite and I so don't care if that's not really a word.

All I must say is that you guys are lucky I love you so much or I would not be going through all this trouble. Also, you're lucky that this one-shot was only like 631 words, or I would not be updating tonight.

Day One-Hundred Five: I Told You So by Carrie Underwood

I stood in the phone booth with some quarters in my hand. I contemplated calling him.

Would I tell him I loved him?

Would I tell him I was coming home?

Would I just tell him that I never wanted to leave again? That I was tired of being lonely and without him? Would I cry?

I put the phone back down and dropped the coins in my pocket. I suppose I learned my lesson. I suppose I learned that you have to give up the life you have planned in order to find the life which is most fulfilling to you.

But that sounds like a ton of bull when you come out and say it.

I exited the phone booth and quickly walked towards the queue to get a train ticket. After I boarded the train and sat next to a window in the back, I just thought for a long time. I knew that though this would be a long ride, I would never be able to sleep.

It was hard to be away. Not just from him, but from everyone. I missed my friends. I missed the town, as God-forsaken as it was. I even missed the Brew and its coffee (which I still found to be on the weaker side). I realized that even though bigger seemed better, all I really wanted was that small little town with its weak coffee and him.

But how could I ever say that to him?

Did I just tell him that I loved him? Would he tell me that he loved me, too?

Or (and this was a much scarier thought) would he just say I told you so?

Because he had told me so. He hadn't been conceited or pretentious when he said it; only truthful. He told me that one day, I'd come back. I'd come back wanting everything I once had and I never appreciated. But I obviously never believed him. He told me, but I left and ignored him anyway.

Now he probably found somebody new and would never let me in again. I suppose I deserved that. It didn't make the facts hurt any less.

Those were the only thoughts I had the entire ride back. I theorized the several ways which I'd beg for his forgiveness. I'd promise to be his forever. I'd tell him how much I missed him and how lonely I was.

Would he tell me all was forgiven and take my hand warmly?

Would we get that warm feeling and play catch up on everything that we'd missed? Would he sat he felt the same way?

Would we be together for the rest of our lives?

Or would he tell me, cynically, that what went around came back around, full circle? Would he say that the wrong was redressed, as retibution had not taken over the redresser, who was not truly a rectifier in this instance, but worked out in the favor of the person who had been wronged in the first place? Would he get cynical and philosophical?

I knew there was only one way to find out.

After the long, seemingly endless train ride, I walked throughout the streets. Nothing seemed to have changed. It looked the same, for the most part. A few stores had changed displays; some had even changed stores entirely. Seasons had come and gone. The town was just as secretive as it seemed to have always been.

I made my way downtown and closer to his house: the idyllic one with the great white picket fence and the beautiful, pure white door which I knew so well.

I took a deep breath before talking up the stone path.

I suppose I was about to find out his reaction to me.

The ending is literally horrible as I suppose most of my one-shots are. FYI, I did start doing a little twist on Poe in the middle there. And I didn't know if you guys knew this, but I don't proofread my work (horrid habit, I know), so since this is one of the only times I'll ever proofread it, I'm just letting you know how horrible I think it was.

LittleBittyAbby: Gah camp. I've never been to sleep away camp. Just the day camps and I couldn't go on the cool ones because I was allergic to mosquitoes (I still am). Damn mosquitoes. But I hope you liked this one. Feel free to make up your own ending.

Helerine: Thank you! Glad you liked it!

Sarah: No, you guys don't say "oot". Dumb Americans pretend you say "oot". It sounds more like "eout" to me. I can't describe it. But I was watching this one youtube video about differences between America and Canada (and Americans v. Canadians, which was, btw, how i found out about bagged milk) and the guy is like, "We do say 'eh' a lot. And there are rude people in Canada, but most Canadians will invite you in to watch the Leafs game, have some Poutine and a beer." and I was just like "alright then." Anyway, it made me think of you since you're from Canada and all. It was like 90 F (idk what in C) but New York is so frickin humid, which I don't remember it being when I went to Canada two summers ago. It's awful. Kay bae. get it. kay bae. nvmd lame joke.

sarahschneider2012: Umm...I'll talk about Spoby from yesterday later. From my liveblogs and my regular tumblr blog (which is overloaded with Spoby), I really liked it. Like, REALLY liked it. Hope you liked this one.

AussieMizzie: I remember when was a thing and shite, some girl who was supposedly my friend got asked to rate me and some other girl on looks on a scale of 1-10. She gave me a 5 which is bad at best. Plus, I never really thought I was pretty in any way, shape, or form. But I didn't feel that bad, since I'd probably give her like a 3 or 4 at best oops #SorryNotSorry but really, nobody screw me over because I am a vengeful midget. So long as you don't cross me, I'm good. Elyssa wasn't nice. You're way cooler than her. She always talked about how hot dead rock band members were and one day she snapped at this girl who just asked her why she didn't compete in a house competition thing. She went something like: "I don't get why now everyone wants to ask me; none of you talk to me anyway!" and then she stormed off and the funniest thing is that the girl she snapped at is probably one of the nicest girls in my grade. She's friends with like everyone. I have social anxiety disorder, so that's one thing. I get panic attacks, too. My mom thought I was bi-polar but I'm not. I swear.

Tomorrow is She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 for realsies (I think) and hopefully my computer will decide to act like a nice computer and it'll actually work.

So as for Spoby...

SCREAMING CRYING WHYYYYYY

That scene yesterday was beautiful and hot and omg spoby and anyone who wants to call Toby Cavanaugh an abusive boyfriend again, I DOUBLE FRICKIN DOG DARE YOU TO DO IT and you can't because you have no evidence, so #swerve. -Kayson

P.S: THANK YOU SO MUCH to EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU who has clicked on my story and read! I have over 30.000 views now!