Author's Note: I got new Lana songs, so I'm happy. Idk if I'm happy with this one shot or just happy with my 78 Lana songs...

Day One-Hundred Fifty-One: Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran

He never really slept anymore. He'd always lay in bed, awake, just thinking about Chanel. She was in love now. He was still pining after her. He just wanted love like she had. Was that too much to ask for?

He'd lie in that half-sleep until he realized the sunlight was pouring into his room. Then, he'd realize how he'd been awake the entire night and that he was screwed for the whole day. He didn't really care. He didn't care about anything anymore. He wore the same old t-shirt which had been soiled from paint drops the same color as his bedroom walls and his own tears.

He said he was going to let it go.

But maybe he'd call her tonight…

No, he'd just drink himself to sleep. Again.

There was a swift knock at the door. He got up with a sigh and opened the door. Emily was there. As soon as she walked into the apartment, she grimaced. "What is that? It smells like a liquor cabinet in here," she commented. He didn't even respond. "What are you doing later?"

He shrugged. "Drinking vodka and going to sleep," he answered.

She was about to say something, but she noticed a beer bottle and a bottle of whiskey, both empty, sitting on the floor. "Toby!" she scolded.

"What?"

"You…you can't do this!" she exclaimed. "Tonight, I'm taking you to my friend Hanna's birthday party. You have to actually wear something decent."

He sighed. He didn't even see the point.

"And you're not drunk dialing Chanel tonight," she added sternly.

He groaned. He'd done it once a week ago and twice the week before. He just wanted to hold her again. Just once more.

Two months later, Toby and a girl he had met at the party, Spencer, had been talking. She'd stay over his apartment from time to time. They kissed and made out. But they weren't official or anything. They were just…casually seeing each other.

She knew about his little problem with alcohol and depression. She didn't want to get too close to him—for his benefit—because she didn't want to hurt him like Emily had told her his last girlfriend did.

He hated when she had to leave. He felt like lately, she was pushing him away more often.

"Are you playing a game with me?" he asked, only half-serious. He had a small smile on his face, despite himself.

"What? No. Of course not!" she insisted.

He sighed. "Spence…I feel like…you're trying not to get too close to me. I just…I don't want to be 'figuring things out' anymore. Do you like me or not?" He didn't want to play a game like he did before. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to be loved by her.

He wanted her more and more every day. It wasn't puppy love like it was with Chanel. Spencer was nothing like Chanel. He was positive of it. But sometimes, he got similar feelings. It scared him, but he liked Spencer enough to see it through. Now, he was wondering if he should say goodbye. Maybe she was like Chanel.

She thought for a moment. He wondered what he'd do if she said no…probably drown himself in alcohol, like old times, then call. Just like with Chanel. But he didn't want to do that. He just wanted to hold her.

"I do like you," she revealed. "I just don't want you to get hurt again," she revealed.

"Don't hurt me, then. All I want is you," he said before pulling her closer and kissing her on the lips. She smiled.

And you can rest assured that he never got drunk like before again.

MilaMizz: Yeah, stop there. It was BAD. No, I used to listen to her, too, back when she was decent. Now...no, thanks. Singing about boys and being in love with boys and boys boys boys is cute when you're sixteen. When you're like twenty-four, it stops getting cute, especially since it's basically the same message about how some guy screwed her over. High school is better than middle school. But it's still school. Bio isn't that bad (if you get a decent teacher). This year (I just got my schedule, too), I have Honors American History, Honors English, Honors Chemistry, Trig & Algebra II 11H, Spanish IV, and Latin II. And I also have to take PE (only three times a cycle, so not too bad) and public speaking/computer science (each is one semester). Ditto! That sucks. My back has been aching for like a week. It's horrible. I think it's because I've been stretching it a lot (I've been stretching and I almost have my split and I almost have my backbend into a bridge). I hope it wasn't too bad. For me (in the summer, at least), waking up before 10:00 is an ungodly thing.

AL3110:Nooo. Pooh is a bear. I think you're talking about something else. I'm not even going to ask what you thought about the last one...fine. I will. I'll probably start in either September or October. I think I'll post the prologue in like a week though, to generate some interest.

tobyequalshottness:Aww, thanks :) And it's cool. I don't have a life, either. Haven't had one since like the fourth grade...

My finger hurts so much to type, so I'll keep it brief. The next one-shot will be To Whom It May Concern by The Civil Wars and it's short, but sweet :) -Kayson