Author's Note: This one was okay. I'm warning you, though, I'm out of time, so these responses are going to be shite.

Day One-Hundred Forty: I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

"Have you seen the new kid?" fourteen year-old Hanna asked Spencer. She was smacking on her pink bubblegum with her hair in a simple braid.

Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer had just entered high school, so just about everyone was new to them.

"Which one?" Spencer asked as she pushed her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose.

"That new boy in the tenth grade! God, Spencer, keep up! He's really cute!" Hanna exclaimed with her voice dropping off at the end.

Spencer shook her head. Aria looked past Hanna (as best as Aria could). She smiled. "Yeah, he is kind of cute."

Spencer looked over and gulped. He was cute. He wasn't hanging out with anyone.

"I think somebody likes him," Hanna sing-songed.

"Hanna, he's a tenth grader! I can't just go over and start talking to him," Spencer protested.

"It's not like you're asking to get married or something, Spence! You should try talking to him," Hanna suggested as she blew a bubble. Before Spencer could argue, the bell rang. "Oh, look at that. Time for Spanish. Or French III if you're a nerd like Spencer," the blonde teased before taking Emily by the wrist and dragging her in the opposite direction. Aria followed closely behind.

Spencer sighed before reaching for her French textbook. She was going to be stuck in a class with mostly tenth graders and maybe one or two other freshmen. She looked over her shoulder again slightly at him. He had the same textbook in his hand. He noticed her staring at him. Before he got a chance to greet her, she ran off in the opposite direction; she'd run all the way around the school to avoid making a fool out of herself.

So much for playing it cool around the new kid.

Spencer stabbed her salad rather violently as she ate lunch that day. Aria and Emily were beside her, talking about some dance that Spencer would probably avoid.

A few moments later, Hanna and Caleb walked up to the table. With the new kid.

"Spencer, this is Toby!" Hanna greeted in a rather chipper tone. "He has the same Chemistry and English class as Caleb!"

"Hi," Toby said awkwardly for her.

Spencer was pretty sure that she wanted to die. "Hi," she squeaked.

Hanna rolled her eyes slightly before turning to her boyfriend-by-any-other-name. That left Spencer and Toby to either sit in silence or begin a conversation.

"You're in French III?" he asked.

She nodded. "I took French in middle school. You took French at your old school?" He nodded. There was awkward silence for a few moments. It seemed as though neither one knew what to say. She just wanted to erase or at least make him forget about how rude and weird she had been earlier that day.

A few months later, in about January, Spencer and Toby were fast friends. Hanna and Aria even teased about something more. Emily was a bit quieter, however. Sometimes Caleb even joined in on the teasing on Hanna and Aria's part. Spencer's brother, Jason, even sensed something weird going on between them.

One day in mid-January, Spencer was talking to her brother out in the courtyard.

"You got a detention?" Jason inquired.

Spencer sighed. "Toby was an idiot and got me into it! I swear, I didn't do anything!" she insisted with a pout.

"So you're going to be in detention today?"

Spencer sighed. "Even worse. We have to paint the sets for the play. And I'm stuck painting for two hours. With Toby. And only Toby," she complained.

"Don't get yourself into any more trouble," Jason warned.

"As long as Toby doesn't annoy me…"

"I'm worried about something else," Jason mumbled under his breath.

"What?"

"Oh, just…I'll come and get you so Mom and Dad don't find out. Consider it payback for all the times you've covered for me. Should I come at six?"

Spencer spent the first half hour glaring at Toby. But once the first set was finished, she couldn't help but love it. His designs were so intricate (and way nicer than whatever their art teacher would've come up with).

"What is that?" she inquired begrudgingly. She didn't want to talk to him, but she had to ask.

"It's the night sky. You don't see it?" he asked, hurt a little bit.

She shook her head incessantly. "No, it's beautiful. It just…didn't strike me as the night at first glance."

He smiled slightly. "You have to look at everything with new eyes to feel liberation. That's what the sky is, right?"

Although she rolled her eyes, she took what he said into consideration as she examined everything he painted. He painted with such…soul. Everything looked like it had a labor of love put into it.

He took note of her when she (finally) began to paint. She was painting the actual set pieces for the play. She was very careful with every stroke, and as she painted, she was humming softly, sometimes even singing under her breath. It was something old, which was fitting to her cabaret-style, old Hollywood glamour-sounding voice.

"Is it almost over?" she asked as she threw her bottle of water off the stage and onto the floor below.

"We still have twenty minutes," he said to her as he checked the time. She sighed. She looked around at all the things he painted. They were so pretty. The sky was still her favorite. It had swirls of black and grey, purple and blue, and even gold and silver. It was gorgeous.

She looked at everything else. It was so sad that nobody would even notice his beautiful artwork behind the actors—the players—in front of them. They definitely deserved some admiration, too.

And so did he. The whole time Toby was at that school, he was pretty much ignored by everyone. But he was so talented. It almost made Spencer a little…indignant.

And Toby was indignant when it came to the way Spencer was treated, too. Her parents always ignored her and Jason in favor of their older sister, Melissa. Although he never met Melissa and it was unfair to judge her because of it, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed with that. Spencer was such a talented person. She deserved better than that.

"Hey, Spence? Maybe we should go look at some of the stuff backstage."

She narrowed her eyes and stared at him. "If you get me into more trouble—"

"Do you really think Mr. H cares?" he asked, referring to the art teacher who had been absent for all of nearly two hours.

She watched him get up and begin to walk backstage. Hesitantly, she followed him.

"Come on, Spencer!"

He brought her backstage to the dressing rooms—carefully, as there was wood everywhere. He made sure that she didn't get hurt.

They opened the girls' dressing room to find a bunch of old set pieces. There was one huge vanity. She walked up to it. It was one of those old-fashioned, Hollywood-type mirrors that had lights all around the mirror. It was really pretty.

As she was looking at the details, he walked up behind her and made a funny face. She couldn't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous."

As she said that, her breath fogged up the glass a little. He pulled up the edge of his sleeve and drew an even weirder smiley face. She laughed again.

They spent the next forty minutes looking at all of the things in the dressing room and goofing off.

At one point, Toby tripped over a box and fell on top of Spencer. They tumbled onto this old-fashioned loveseat used in last year's musical.

She got goosebumps as she felt his breath on her skin.

"You're really pretty, you know?"

She was silent for a moment. "Not really."

He nodded reassuringly. "You're really pretty, Spencer," he repeated. It was kind of like this was supposed to happen, just so he could say this to her. "Would you hate me if I kissed you right now?"

She was quiet. Too quiet. She didn't even answer.

So he took that as a subtle yes. She didn't fight back.

"We're going to be in a lot more trouble now, I bet," Toby told her after he pulled away.

She thought for a moment. Her tongue was kind of numb inside her mouth. Finally, she shrugged. "I can say that at least it was worth it."

Sarah: Great! I totally yelled at my friend for using the wrong you're/your. Aww, thanks! I feel like nobody reads this, so I love seeing your updates and (call me crazy), but I think you actually like them! I feel like you actually like my writing, which always feels great. It's nice knowing someone actually likes my writing.

tobyequalshottness:Oh. Oops! I hope you liked the idea, though. It's a really nice, cute idea. I like it. But I personally don't know anyone who cuts, so I have no real-life application. Thank you!

AL3110: Omg, no. Okay, you can be Toby, I can be Spencer. I guess, right? Do you have blue eyes? Are you a singer? Do you play guitar? You can be Toby. I'll be the writer. I can't choose a favourite Lana song, omg. Brooklyn Baby and Pretty When You Cry are definitely up there, though.

Please review or PM me or something! I'm bored! I've got nothing better to do! And also, I have a tumblr, in case you didn't know. It's thefaketeam. I'm an idiot on Tuesdays when I liveblog (and yeah, I liveblog on Tuesdays).

The next one-shot will be It's All Coming Back to Me Now by Celine Dion. Thanks for reading! -Kayson