Author's Note: At the end, I was kind of just like y as in Y IS THIS SO RANDOM but it's one in the morning please cut me some slack. Also, I haven't watched the new episode yet, but I probably won't care about anything besides Haleb x Spoby so you can spoil whatever you'd like.

Day One-Hundred Fifty-Seven: Original Love by Cassadee Pope

Toby and I liked lying down in front of the fireplace sometimes, just to talk. Lately, he'd been out of town tonight. Though it was Valentine's Day, I didn't want to do anything special; I just wanted to lay there with him and talk.

We were playing with each other's hands. It was almost like a game; we were both trying to hold the other tighter.

"Hey, do you remember our first date?" I asked. I knew he got embarrassed whenever I asked about it. I could almost hear him turning pink just thinking about it.

I could tell he was really nervous to be around me. We'd been friendly acquaintances (I don't know if you could consider us friends) for some time, when finally, Emily and Hanna decided to play matchmaker and set us up on a date. He was being adorably awkward and I could tell he liked me. He just didn't know how to handle it. Everything that could possibly go wrong had. For some reason, I didn't mind. Had it been anyone else—even my ex-boyfriend—I would've gotten annoyed and snapped at them after the third or fourth mistake, but with him, I didn't even really care. I just found all the endearing mistakes funny.

"I'm sorry this date was awful," Toby had apologized as we walked back to my house.

I shook my head. "No, it's fine. It wasn't bad. You don't have to apologize," I insisted.

"And you don't have to pretend it wasn't a horrible date."

"Well, if it were so horrible, would I even be thinking about kissing you?"

Before he could answer, I leaned in to kiss him. He leaned in, too, but I don't know what happened, because a second later, he stumbled on top of me and hit me on the side of my face by accident.

"Spencer, I'm—"

"Oh, please. This is nothing," I insisted before getting up on my tippy toes and kissing him.

In retrospect, it's pretty incredible that I managed to even make it through the date without getting annoyed, much less actually still being attracted at all to Toby. I guess everything just came really naturally to us; it was just there and we didn't have to try.

In the present, Toby was blushing when I looked up at him.

"You might've given me a black eye, but I can see perfectly clearly now," I told him before I kissed him on the cheek. When the kiss got more passionate, I rolled over so I was lying on top of him.

"I love you," I mumbled before kissing him again.

"I love you, too."

It seemed like lately, I just couldn't get enough of him.

I lay in bed wearing his shirt. I really shouldn't have worn it, considering his scent was starting to fade. Not only was it gone from my sheets (my mom didn't seem to know, but on occasion, Toby and I would spend lazy afternoons just cuddling in bed), but now it was starting to fade from his shirts. I always hated that feeling, but I just couldn't pull his shirt off. I wanted to pretend that he was there with me. He always loved it when I wore his shirts. I think it was a turn-on for him.

What I hated the most was when I'd laugh alone, usually reading stupid things online, and he wasn't there to laugh with me. When he was around, I could never get myself to stop laughing.

"Spencer!"

I heard my mom call me from downstairs. I groaned before putting on an old pair of gym shorts. She probably just wanted to ask me something. It was just my mom.

I was taken by surprise when Toby was standing there with her. I walked over quickly to give him a hug. This was the first time I'd seen him in about three weeks. I missed him.

I knew my mom was smiling. At first, she wasn't really a huge fan of my relationship with Toby, but eventually, she came around to it after seeing how happy he made me. My father was another story, but he wasn't really around to judge very much anymore.

I was sure my whole face lit up when I spotted him. Of course they did; he was the best.

"I need to go work on something at the office, but I'm sure you'll behave, right?" my mom asked after I pulled away from hugging him. I already knew my mom knew we were having sex—I mean, we'd been dating for over two years now and she definitely wasn't an idiot, plus, we went through the whole talk when she found a condom in my room—and she was, for the most part, alright with it, so long as we were smart about it and used protection, which we did.

"We will, Mom," I insisted. My mom left not long after and we just ordered a pizza to have there. Then, we just went back upstairs, and…you can guess what happened next.

Later, as his arms were wrapped around me and we were both in our respective spots in my bed, I got to thinking about how happy I was to have him there.

"I missed your smell."

That was like our own kind of "I love you."

"I missed your voice."

"I missed your eyes."

"I missed you."

Yes, truly no one got to me like he did.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a CD he had given me before he left. I guess it was something for me to remember him by, considering he knew I wouldn't be seeing him for like a month.

"I loved that CD you made me. Especially the last song," I said.

The last song was our song. It was something very close to us. Sometimes, I felt like it was written for the two of us. It was just perfect.

I turned around so I could finally look at him, face-to-face. "It was perfect."

"It was nothing all that special—"

"I loved it anyway," I insisted. "Just like I love you."

It was true. I loved him. I kissed him on the shoulder, getting the taste of his sweat on my lips. It's kind of gross when I describe it now, but I loved everything about him.

We never had a typical story, so it was atypical things like that that reminded me of our relationship. Things like Scrabble, black eyes, and sweat all somehow seemed romantic to the two of us. I guess it made us different from most couples, but I liked it. I liked being with him.

euphoric-acidosis: Truth be told, sometimes I read smut when I'm bored. Usually it's awful (especially when the person tries to make it scandalous and stuff by using dirty words/intentionally using weird euphemisms for body parts), but sometimes it's decent. It's also usually laden with spelling and grammatical errors, but that's another story for another day. Wait, what? I'm sorry, I'm always confused. That's just my state of being. Thank goodness someone liked it. It was alright. I think.

sarahschneider2012: Hmm...maybe that's why so many people are like, "This one really confused me." Probably not, but I can pretend to make myself feel better. I'm so glad you liked it!

AL3110:I'll leave you in charge of this and all my fanfics. Have fun. I trust you to do it. I'm just going to send you the longest list of all the songs left so you can make sure those are taken care of. You go to sleep alliecat/cupcake. I'll grill you about it tomorrow. You know, if my cousins don't pummel me like they did this morning.

I'm conflicted on this one. The next one-shot will be Falling Over Me by Demi Lovato and I just hope I can find a storyline that I haven't already used like 49 times. -Kayson