Author's Note: I'm updating as I watch PLL and OMG YAY TOBY IS IN THIS EPISODE.

Day One-Hundred Fifty-Eight: Falling Over Me by Demi Lovato

I hated that Hanna dragged me to this stupid dance. I would have preferred studying for the French test I had the following Wednesday.

I was practically surrounded by the "couples" dancing together. It was the eighth grade "prom" and the only reason I went was because Hanna insisted I do so and Emily practically begged me. Aria was at home because she had gotten a bad fever and could hardly stay awake from the meds the doctor had given her. At least, if I had her, I wouldn't be all alone. Emily was dancing with her boyfriend and Hanna was off being a flirt, so I was all alone.

It was hard to tell whether I was annoyed or simply envious of the boys tripping over their own tongues to talk to some girls. No guy ever looked like that or acted like that around me. I guess that was normal, though. All of the guys would rather have a girl like Melissa rather than a girl like me.

So the prom seemed to be going normally, I guess. I'd skipped out on all the middle school dances (like the Valentine's Day Dance, the Winter Dance, etc.), so I'd never been to one.

I took another small sip of the punch, which tasted weird, but I wasn't about to question it. Looking slightly over my shoulder, I noticed someone standing there. It was Toby Cavanaugh. I knew him from my advanced French class, but other than that, I didn't actually have any classes with him and we really didn't talk. He was alone, too, just like I was. The only difference was that he was playing the part of wallflower whilst I was acting like a human island, just standing in the middle of oblivion. It was pretty clear that the both of us were out of our element and way over our heads with being there. Being that I wasn't particularly interested in what anyone else here had to say, I decided to close the distance between the both of us and walk up to him.

At first, I was too timid to say something to him bluntly. I just stood next to him. He was the one who initiated the small talk. I could tell that he was uncomfortable, too.

"Do you want to talk outside instead?"

I nodded before stepping out into the school courtyard with him. The music was still kind of loud, but it was better than shouting over numbers 1-15 on the Billboard Hot 100.

"You don't like these dances? Don't you have a date or something?"

I shook my head. "I've never been on a date," I confessed. I didn't know why I felt so completely okay with admitting that to him when I'd hardly spoken to him ever. "What about you? Don't you have a date? You seem too nice to not have a date." It was true. I'd never heard of him being mean or even remotely rude to anyone. Still, he seemed to be pretty alone. I kind of wished he asked me the same thing.

He just shrugged. "I guess dances aren't my thing?"

"Me neither."

"I bet you're a really amazing dancer. I mean…you're good at everything. It's almost not fair. You're good at music. You're good at acting. You're good at sports. You're good at school. I can't do any of that." I couldn't decide whether his tone was admiring or envious. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

"It doesn't matter to my parents. It'll never be good enough because I'm not Melissa," I mumbled.

"You're Spencer. Spencer seems nice to me."

Suddenly, I forgot all about that stupid dance. What he said was just so nice. He hardly even knew me.

I quickly realized I liked him more than Noel Kahn or Sean Ackard or any of the other guys that half of the girls in our grade regarded as the best of the best, or the crème de la crème, if we were still going with French.

"You seem really nice, too, Toby. But you always seem like you're alone?"

Suddenly, his slight smile dropped and he just shrugged. "I'm not as great as you might think…"

I shook my head in disagreement. "I think you're a really nice person," I argued. All of it made me think that maybe we weren't so different. We were actually pretty similar…we just reacted differently and took everything differently. Where I got angry and bitter when I was burned, he took everything to heart and was hurt by it.

I guess we were sort of like a perfect balance, right?

Just as I was thinking all that, he leaned over and kissed me.

Toby Cavanaugh was my first kiss.

I pulled back, a little surprised. I mean, I know it was just a kiss and everything, but as far as kisses went, I thought it was a pretty good one. I mean, I got this tingly feeling on my lips as soon as he pulled away. Maybe this party wasn't a total bust after all.

"Was it that bad?"

I just shook my head because I couldn't find words to respond. I still felt his lips lingering there on mine, even though he was no longer kissing me.

I didn't know what Hanna and Emily were up to or what they'd make of this interaction. I didn't know what our class would make of this kiss. I didn't even know if we were allowed to be outside of the cafeteria without a chaperone. But for some reason, I didn't care about any of it.

All I knew was that I couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.

MilaMizz: To *college? I think you wrote collage once and I ignored it because I thought it was a typo, but I just thought I should let you know. Yeah, sorry, I'm a grammar Nazi. And thank the lord. I would die if I had to drag that up 10 flights of stairs. Glad you liked it.

I don't know what happened with the update. Is there a limit on how many chapters you can have or something? Idk why, but on the mobile version of fanfiction, I can't get to chapter 157 so idk what happened.

The next chapter is going to be Over and Over Again by Jamie Lynn Noon. I hope it doesn't suck. -Kayson