Author's Note: Holy cheese! An update on Sunday!

Day One-Hundred Thirty-Nine: Without You by Lea Michele

The bed felt colder when he wasn't there.

She hated when they were 2475 miles apart (if she was being exact) like this. She hated being anything more than five feet apart, right in front of each other. She hated when she was here, in New York, and he was in Los Angeles.

She hated not hearing his voice or feeling his breath on the back of her neck, making the fine hairs stand on end.

She couldn't really write without him, either. All of the words came easily when he was around. Without him, everything felt like purple prose and…empty and meaningless. She didn't realize it before she met him, but everything was very contrived an insincere. She'd found her muse.

And now, he was gone and the writing wasn't the same.

Spencer wasn't the same. She couldn't sleep peacefully. When her sister's snarky phone call of the week came around, she couldn't even form a coherent, snappy response. She felt too empty.

Phone calls just didn't suffice, either. He kept telling her that maybe it was healthy that they learn how to be apart sometimes, but she didn't feel that way. They were basically estranged. Most of her blamed herself. He proposed that she move into his L.A. apartment so they could spend time together when he was in Los Angeles (where he spent about 65% of his time), but she wasn't ready to walk away from everything she had in New York.

Sometimes, she wondered if it was all worth it. But whenever she even imagined what life would be like without his phone call every night or those few weekends they got to spend together, she knew it wasn't right. It didn't feel right. She was restless all those nights she considered it. And even though it kind of sounded evil, she wouldn't have her muse. She loved her muse. She loved writing when she had her muse. Her muse found her when she was around him. In essence, it made her numb without him.

She'd never be Spencer again if she didn't have Toby. It just made sense to her, in some poetic kind of way.

She sighed as she stared at the empty typewriter. He had gotten it for her and she insisted on using it when she was writing freely.

She stared outside the window. It was sunset in New York and she had a view of the river. It was gorgeous.

Her doorbell rang. She ran over and answered the door immediately. Toby would scold her for not looking to see who it was.

But as soon as she saw his face, she knew that there was nothing to fear. The person standing before her would never hurt her.

"Hey."

"Hey."

She jumped into his arms as he stepped into her apartment.

"I never want to be without you again."

AL3110: Staten Island? Actually, it's the third largest borough in NYC by square mileage and is the least dense. It's like 13 miles long, I think. Not that short. No, I just have some rumours about Avery. I'll tell you tomorrow or Tuesday. Oh...I forgot that movie existed. I loved it when I was like seven.

Sarah:It makes me want to cry and scream all at the same time. I have a friend in school who I sit next to all the time for English and one day, my teacher made us write freely for ten minutes using gerunds and participles or whatever and like three sentences in, I found 'your' where 'you're' should've been and I wouldn't shut up about it for the rest of the day, but I was really like, "How the hell could you not know this first grade English when you speak it rather fluently?' It makes me so mad. I'm glad you liked it! I liked it a lot more than I expected to.

MilaMizz:It's making me mad thinking about it. I've bowled a couple of times recently. I just went last Wednesday (I think) and I bowled 137 without bumpers (not that great, but pretty darn good for someone who like never bowls otherwise) and today I bowled somewhere around 190-something for two games, but I was with my little cousins so we had the bumpers. Thanks! On the second game, I beat my 7 year-old cousin by one point. That's kind of embarrassing, but in my defense, I usually didn't even hit the bumpers AND he's pretty strong for his age.

tobyequalshottness: Okay, I have another idea. I saw this on a fanfiction, so don't judge me. There was one story where Spencer is cutting herself and Toby is convincing her not to (you didn't specify what type of self-harm, but I'm guessing it's something along the lines of cutting, no?) so he draws a butterfly on her wrist and convinces her to keep the butterfly alive and not cut herself. It's kind of a cute idea. I really don't know, to be totally honest, besides be totally supportive and tell her she's better than that and all that. Maybe (idk if you go to her house often or whatever) put post-its in her room reminding her that she's beautiful and all these great things about her. I know I saw once that someone wrote on their mirror (in lipstick or marker or something I can't remember) that they were beautiful and it kept them from hurting themselves.

I have to walk home and I'm not excited about that, but whatever.

But on the bright side, my dog is making me laugh because she has a cone on her head. We call her cone head. In case you were wondering why, it's because my poor baby cut herself on something and now she has to wear the cone to keep her from injuring her cut. I'd totally post a picture of her if my phone took pictures and I could post them here. But oops, I can't.

The next one-shot will be I'm Yours by Jason Mraz. Idk why, but I feel like this is such a "Spoby" song. -Kayson