Author's Note: This is what happens when I forget about the one-shot until midnight and have to write it...it sucks. Just ignore it.

Day One-Hundred Sixty-One: Philosopher My Arse by Marina and the Diamonds

I lay in his bed, staring up at the blank white ceiling. Unlike him, it had some sort of purpose. It protected someone, even if it was just him. It wasn't hypocritical or disgustingly biased. It was just a blank white ceiling.

I rolled over onto my side to see some Bob Marley poster. I was kind of disgusted to think that someone as awful as him could like someone like Bob Marley. Personally, I wasn't really a fan of his music, but his words were always great and powerful for me. Maybe they were too powerful for him; they were starting to get to his head a bit. Bob Marley was at least more authentic than Toby Cavanaugh.

I turned my head as I heard the door open. He walked with that same entitled air that he always had. But unlike all the other girls, I wasn't about to fall and kiss the ground he walked on. I wasn't that kind of girl. I saw right through all his bullshit.

"Want to work on homework now?" he asked with a little smirk. I wasn't falling for that. He inched closer and closer and I just pushed him away. "Hard to get?" he inquired, feigning shock.

"Stop with your bullshit," I insisted. "You think you're so hot and smooth, Toby. You're just fake. And all of the stupid girls are just falling for it. You just keep forgetting that I'm not that stupid."

"Everybody's going to hurt you. You just have to find the ones worth suffering for."

I was going to be sick. Those poor words. If Bob Marley knew, I'm sure he'd turn over in his grave.

Toby sounded like my father. My dad left when I was eleven and never came back. My mom's family is wealthy and she had a very comfortable income anyway, so that was never a concern. But anyway, when I was like eight or nine, he'd go off on lectures very reminiscent of Bob Marley and others like him. It was weird, because as far as I can remember, my dad was never the kind of person you could picture getting stoned or even touching a joint, but sometimes people surprise you.

After my dad left, I ended up thinking I hated Bob Marley just because he was associated with my father. But then, when I was like fourteen or fifteen, I actually decided to look him up and realized that he wasn't so bad. As I started to read more and more of his quotes, I realized that maybe he was a really wise person who people couldn't take seriously because he smoked a lot of marijuana.

My father and Toby Cavanaugh were one in the same: wannabes who shouldn't even be compared to Bob Marley. Not even close. All their incessant droning on and on and preaching sounded like vomit. Poor martyred words.

"One kiss?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I'd rather kiss your feet than your lips. I think we all know which is cleaner," I retorted.

"Are you calling me easy, Hastings?"

"I'm calling you a phony. A fake. Philosopher, my ass."

Sarah:Go to bed. I know. Society is in deep trouble. I mean...why are we reenacting the Purge when we could be reenacting Pingu? Most of the time, I just look like I'm frowning so everyone just asks me what's wrong and why I'm depressed and that's the story of my life.

AL3110:Excited for what?

eveningshades1107:I mean, Out of Town is basically a place in itself so why not? No, I wouldn't do that. Then, everyone would probably just get annoyed and be like "screw this story and screw you Kayson. Forget this. Bye." I don't even know if I care that it's the finale already. This whole season has gone over my head. I just don't get it. I'm Emily like all the time. I spend more time thinking about my liveblogs than actually thinking about the show and it makes me kind of sad. I remember back in Season 2 when I actually think I cried a little when I found out that I couldn't see it for like five months. You're going to need that humongous 1 lb. Hershey bar if you're going to play that game. That's actually a good non-drinking game. I like it.

I would ask you guys to actually leave me reviews about my one-shot this time, but this one-shot was so terrible that I don't want to relive it. Marina would die if she read this. It's awful.

The next one-shot will be One Fine Day by The Chiffons and if you don't know that song, don't feel bad, because I think it's kind of an old song (but I don't really know for sure).

Oh, and could someone PLEASE explain all this controversy that's apparently happening in the PLL fanfic world because I'm honestly so confused and aloof. What is going on? I don't understand. -Kayson