Author's Note: This one is dedicated to AL3110 (AL, Audrey, whatever you want to be called today) because it's our friendship anniversary (in Denmark, at least). :)

Day One-Hundred Forty-Nine: I Got You by Leona Lewis

It was really stormy outside. In fact, the power had gone out in my apartment. To be fair, the building itself wasn't exactly the most reliable when it came to power or utilities or anything like that. That was what happened when you wanted to live in Brooklyn on a budget.

I was trying to draw or paint by candlelight, but it was pretty hard when the only thing outside my window was a blur of black and grey due to the pouring rain. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would light up the whole sky, but it didn't really spark my muse.

I stared at the blank page. It should've just made me think of a new beginning.

But it didn't. The way the page and the pens and paints beside it just sat there made me think of the night Spencer left.

It was a dark night, not unlike the night I flashed back to it. It was raining, just not quite a monsoon. I'd known we were coming to what felt like the end of our relationship for about a week or a week and a half. Spencer looked tired and bored all the time whenever she was around. Even though I'd known, it didn't make it any less painful.

I knew I was…upset when she broke it off. But I didn't want her to see that. I wanted to tell her that it was alright. I wasn't mad at her. I was just mad that our relationship didn't work out. I really wanted it to.

She said goodbye and it made me cry. I could still never be mad at her. I liked to think that I was a bigger person than that. I didn't want to make a feud with her.

But it still hurt.

There was a knock on the door. I barely heard it, but when I finally did, I wondered who would possibly be brave enough to go through this monsoon to see me. When I walked to the door and looked through the peephole, I saw that it was Spencer. She was soaking wet—waterlogged was a better word to describe her—and she looked like a puppy that had just been kicked.

"Spencer?" I asked as I opened the door.

She sniffled. "Can I stay here?" she inquired weakly.

I nodded. She didn't even need to ask. Some people might think it's odd, but my door would always be open for her. Maybe I was still really in love with her. That didn't change the fact that I cared about her.

"Do you want tea?" I asked her as I got out a box of matches.

She sniffed in response. I knew that she'd prefer coffee, but tea would have to suffice. After I left the pot on the stove to boil, I sat next to her on the
couch. "Is something wrong?"

"I just…I didn't know where else to go," she explained. "I mean…Aria and Hanna live in Manhattan and Emily is too far away. You were the only place I could go."

I knew she was always scared of thunder. It was a pathological fear of hers. She was really ashamed to admit that to me when we first started seeing each other, but I never made her feel bad about it.

Still, I could tell there was something else. "What happened?"

A tear rolled down her cheek. "I…someone broke into my apartment. And I was there. I just grabbed the biggest knife I could and…I'm just so lucky they didn't have a gun or something with them…" she explained. She was obviously shaken. "I just…I ran here as quickly as I could because I couldn't stay there after that."

I just pulled her in for a hug. She didn't reciprocate the hug, but she didn't fight back. I think she just needed someone else at the moment. The teapot boiling broke the silence in the apartment. I pulled away from her.

"You know where my shirts are, if you want to change out of…that," I answered, referring to her clothes, which were absolutely drenched.

She nodded before walking over to my bedroom. I heard the drawers of my dresser open and close as I chose the tea. I picked out the raspberry pomegranate because I knew it was her favorite.

She came back out wearing a simple white t-shirt of mine. She sat at the counter, across from me. I could tell that some of her anxiety was at least partially soothed by the sensation of tea going down her throat.

"I feel awful for doing this to you," Spencer said finally.

"What?"

She sighed. "I ended things really horribly, Toby. I don't…I…"

"Spencer, you don't have to apologize. I want to be here for you, whether or not we're dating or even if we're friends. If you need me, I'll be there," I assured her.

She looked at me, lost. "I don't even know why I broke up with you," she thought aloud. "I was just…bored, I guess. And I don't know if I regret it, but I just don't deserve you being so sweet to me."

What was I supposed to do when she showed up at my door? Kick her out? Her apartment had just been broken into and she had to defend herself with a knife.

I shrugged. "Just because you decided you didn't want to be with me anymore doesn't mean that I have to cut you out completely. It didn't make me stop caring for you. I'll always be here for you. You should know that."

She looked completely touched by that. I just took the tea and walked back to my desk, even though I certainly knew that her being there would not help me concentrate at all.

About fifteen minutes later, she came and took the mug from me, as she saw I had clearly finished it. She left the mugs in the sink and walked back over to me. She just sat beside me. When I finally turned around to look at her, she kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, for everything. I really appreciate it," she assured me. "I can leave now. It looks like it's getting lighter out and…I'll deal with it."

I looked back out the window. "Spencer, it got even heavier. I'm not leaving you alone in your apartment with the thunder and lightning, either. Just sleep in my room. I think I'm going to sleep, too."

She nodded. "I can sleep on the couch—"

"Sleep on the bed."

A few minutes later, after I had put the paints and the pens away, I walked into the room. She was lying down on the left side of the bed. That was just her side of the bed.

"I just came to get some blankets and I'll go sleep on the couch—"

"No. Stay with me?" she asked. "Please?" she added weakly. I couldn't say no to her. I got into bed and lay on the left side—my side—and blew out the candle beside me.

Twenty minutes had passed and I still couldn't sleep. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. She was right beside me. I felt her tug on my arm, so I'd face her. I thought she was doing it in her sleep. When I felt her place a kiss on my lips, I knew she was awake.

"Spencer—"

"I'm sorry, I just…I don't know. I just want to be with you tonight."

"That's not a good idea. You're just…vulnerable," I assured her.

"Yeah. I'm vulnerable without you," she argued. "I just want you to hold me. I want you to kiss me. I want you to tell me how much you love me like you used to. I need you." Spencer pleaded.

I stared at her. I could tell that she just wanted human comfort. I put my arms around her and she began to kiss me. "Spence."

"Toby. I need you," she repeated. "I'm sorry."

"Spence, you already have me," I told her. A slight smile came onto her face before she kissed me again.

AL3110: First off, happy anniversary (in Denmark)! And then I'll say it again tomorrow. Hope you liked your one-shot :) I like the dark ones, too. Yeah, it was Sean. That's your headcanon.

Sarah: :)

tobyequalshottness: Thanks! I hope you liked this one. I actually did :)

MilaMizz: Sometimes I like the rain better than the sun. Paint the sky black so it suits the mood of your soul. Idk why I just quoted Lana to you. I just really like the quote. Yeah, rainy days describe my soul. Cheers!

I'm watching Real Housewives of Melbourne. I have a problem.

The next one-shot will be Secret by Maroon 5 which is like a really sexy song and I'm really scared to write that one. Every time I hear it, I think of the scene from The Wedding Date that features it. Ugh. -Kayson