Author's Note: To save myself any "I'm confused" comments, the POV's are as follows: Spencer, Toby, Spencer, Toby. And Toby goes to school and is in the same grade as Hanna, Caleb, etc. (just like yesterday's). And Spencer and Jason live together and are completely brother and sister. And before you ask, yes, I am in a bad mood today. Today was not a good day.

Day One-Hundred Forty-Five: Birds of a Feather by The Civil Wars

I rolled my eyes as soon as Toby sat down in between Emily and Caleb. Hanna hit me on the arm. "Be nice, Spence!" she whisper-scolded. I rolled my eyes again.

I saw through Toby, unlike a lot of our friends. For them, I was always in the wrong and I was the mean one.

What they didn't see was how annoying Toby was. He was like a splinter I couldn't get out of my finger or like a break in one of my bones that always hurt on a rainy day; I couldn't get rid of him.

Hanna kicked me the second time she saw me roll my eyes.

"Ow!"

"What's wrong, Spencer?" Toby asked. I was apparently the only one who could tell he was teasing me. I just narrowed my eyes.

"Don't be rude, Spence," Hanna chastised. I rolled my eyes again. Hanna turned her attention away from my so-called "rudeness" and instead focused on her phone. "Caleb!" she exclaimed. "I totally forgot about our Spanish test. Will you come with me to study?" she inquired hopefully.

"Sure," Caleb responded with a sigh. Before he could even begin to get up, Hanna was dragging towards the door. When they left, it was just me, Toby, and Emily. Thank God Emily was still with us. She was usually pretty good at keeping the peace between the two of us.

"What do you have next period?" Emily inquired.

"French," we answered in unison. We exchanged a tiny glare. Maybe the thing that pissed me off the most was how we were somewhat alike when it came to certain personality traits (stubbornness, wits, and mordant sarcasm, to name a few).

Emily laughed.

"What?" I asked.

She shrugged. "It's just…the two of you act like a married couple. Even if you can't stand each other. Come to think of it, you guys are pretty much an old married couple."

I grimaced. I could only hope that we divorced soon. But unfortunately, he was like a tattoo; he'd be there forever and I couldn't get rid of him, no matter how much I wanted him gone.

But then again, who would I argue with if I didn't have him?

"When is the wedding? Or are you guys just going to elope?" Aria teased as she took some more soda.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Aria, leave him alone," Hanna insisted.

Everyone was meeting at Hanna's house. Her mom had a trip in New York and Hanna didn't want to be alone. Well, everyone was meeting except for Emily, who had to work.

Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. Hanna got up. "That's probably the pizza."

It wasn't. A moment later, Jason walked in. I got up to greet him. But of course, if Jason was here, that meant a certain someone was with him.

Spencer.

She crossed her arms instinctively when she saw me. Aria got up to greet her. I just rolled my eyes. She sucked the fun out of everything. I just took another sip of the Coke (which I'd forgotten Hanna had mixed with rum). It left a bitter taste in my mouth, just like she did.

Even after eating the pizza, I had this bile in the back of my throat, but I could no longer tell if it was coming from the drink (which I was beginning to hate the taste of) or from Spencer's presence. I decided it was the latter.

I hated how I got around her and how I sort of gave into how negative she was all the time. I just sunk into her sea of negativity.

"Why are you so tense, Spence?" Caleb teased.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I was born that way, Caleb," she responded. For once, she wasn't pissed when she answered. It was weird seeing her actually…happy.

"I think you need more rum," Hanna decided with a liquor-induced giggle as she splashed more rum into Spencer's drink.

"Hanna!" There was that anal-retentive, annoyed Spencer I knew and didn't like. But as long as she was here…it was fun to get her all worked-up.

I ran out, crying. I couldn't believe I had just been so humiliated at Prom, of all nights to be humiliated.

I had a boyfriend, Andrew, who I was dating for two years. He'd asked me to Prom, and of course, I said yes. Everything was supposed to be perfect.

That was, until I saw him sucking face with this girl from our AP Chemistry class. I guess I knew now who had Chemistry.

I couldn't just leave Prom. I had come with him. I just stepped outside and waited until Aria wanted to leave (since I knew that Hanna would probably have to be dragged out of Homecoming and Emily would likely be there, holding her hair back).

I sniffled as I sat down outside. To make matters worse, it was uncharacteristically cold, so I began to shiver. I wrapped my arms around myself and sat down in front of the reception hall.

"What are you doing here, Hastings?"

I looked to my side to see Toby.

"Not now, Toby," I responded. I didn't even throw a snippy, sarcastic comment his way. I was too upset to argue.

He sat down next to me. I sighed. "What happened?"

"I went to the bathroom and left Andrew for like three minutes and came back to find him making out with Cindy or Sydney or Cynthia or whatever her name is from AP Chemistry," I explained. "So I really don't want to engage in war right now."

I noticed him nod out of the corner of my eye. After a moment of silence between the two of us, he got up and left me alone.

When he finally left, I let myself cry openly. I couldn't believe that Andrew had betrayed me like this. And I couldn't believe Toby didn't take the opportunity to kick me while I was down. I guess he wouldn't always be there to make fun of me. Maybe he'd just always be there. Period.

I guess there were worse people I could be stuck around my whole life. At least he was easy on the eyes.

Why was I think about Toby Cavanaugh, of all people, after I just broke up with my boyfriend? Toby was basically the bane of my existence. He was basically untouchable. I could never be his friend. I certainly could never, ever, ever in a million eyes be anything more than a friend. That was just…ew.

Like I said before, he was too much like me to ever be a…boyfriend. I could barely tolerate him enough to hang out with him, alone, for five minutes. If he was so much like me, it was a miracle I could even stand myself for five minutes.

I walked back outside to see Spencer sitting there, just as upset as before.

I handed her the object as soon as I sat down with her.

"I know that Hanna always keeps a flask in her jacket pocket," I explained quickly.

She took it reluctantly before taking a sip. "Do you want any?" she inquired after a few sips. I could already smell the alcohol on her breath. "Really, I can't drink all of this."

Reluctantly, I took it back and took a drink of it. I grimaced as the vodka slid down my throat. I had no idea how Spencer could drink it so easily. I handed it back to her after one sip.

"Thank you," she said quietly. Those were two words I never expected to hear coming from her lips.

Maybe this was how it would always be between the two of us. We were more alike than I care to admit. We were both headstrong, I guess. But now, we both knew that there was a basic understanding between the two of us. I wouldn't hurt Spencer (not intentionally, at least) and I'd help her if she ever needed it. We were friends by any other name.

"Anytime," I replied.

She didn't say anything else for a while. Finally, she did, when she bored of playing with her heels on the concrete. "I'm surprised you're even here."

"Emily got me to be her date since she didn't have an actual date," I explained.

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you didn't get a date," she commented with a hiccup.

I looked at her curiously. Spencer had never said anything even remotely like a compliment to me, in all the years I'd known her.

"Maybe I'd be better off if I were more like you," she remarked with another hiccup.

This was truly crazy.

"Do you want me to bring you home?" I asked.

I saw her bottom lip tremble. "Yes, please," she responded shakily.

It sort of hurt me to see her in that much pain. Like I said, I still kind of cared about her, even though I didn't really like her. I would always be stuck with her; birds of a feather flock together.

Sarah: I totally don't mind. That's cool. No one creeps on my Tumblr, so that makes me feel kinda cool.

MilaMizz: That's cool. Mowgli can be Toby Jr. (explains why Spencer loves him so much, so...yeah, probably already a troublemaker). Yes, along with a couple other instruments. Mine is red. It's really nice. My uncle gave it to me. It's acoustic. He got it like a long time ago at a music fair. He bought so much equipment they just gave it to him for free. But it's a really nice guitar. He said it costs like $1000 retail, so don't break it. I'm here to talk, so...

AL3110: I can't read Danish. Shiße. Look at that. I just cursed in German. Something I learned from Lola Rennt. It was good. You've never even seen me with a headband!

The next one-shot (which I can hopefully post tomorrow) will be Daydreamer by Adele.Funny story: even though it's listed in the description, it wasn't originally in the shuffle for this collection. It makes me kind of mad that out of all the songs I put in the description of the story, this is the only one past like #30 or something like that. Like, it's really far out there. -Kayson