Author's Note: I kind of like this one, but I felt like parts of it were kind of just...very random, I guess. Like, they just popped up in my head for no reason, but I have a sugar headache right now, so I can't really think.

Day One-Hundred Sixty-Two: One Fine Day by The Chiffons

"Well don't you ever want to get more serious, Toby?"

It was a loaded question that had been on her mind for a while now. They'd been dating for long enough. He didn't even really want to call her his "girlfriend." He just said that they were dating.

"I…I don't know, Spence," he replied, just like he always did. He always stuttered. It always sounded like he was about to change his mind or that he was even a little skeptical about it. But each and every time, he always had the same answer.

"I don't know how much longer I can wait around. I mean…are you still going to jump every time I call you my boyfriend for the next three or four years? It's kind of ridiculous."

"I just don't like—"

"Yeah, I know you don't like labels, or whatever bullshit you're trying to sell me, but I don't buy it."

For three whole months, Spencer and Toby hadn't spoken at all about the status of their relationship. They just left it at that. No more dates. No more sleepovers. Absolutely no more kissing or anything of the sort. They just hung out together in their group; whenever Hanna or Emily or Caleb wanted to go out, they'd act like good friends, though they really hadn't spoken on a deeper level for quite some time.

"What is the deal with you and Cavanaugh?"

Spencer looked up from the coffee milkshake in front of her. This was news; Caleb actually looked up from his cheesy French fries just to talk to her. "What?" she asked with sincere confusion.

"You guys have been acting weird. I mean, I know you guys were like friends with benefits or something before, but now you can barely look each other in the eye. At least…you can't look him in the eye."

She gulped. Had he really noticed that?

"Did you get feelings for him? Did he get feelings for you? Because I see the way he looks at you—"

The rest of the words faded into oblivion. The way he looks at me?

She was a little hopeful now. It was no secret—at least, not in her mind—that she had a bit of a crush on him and wanted him to be more than a friend—with or without benefits. She wanted way more than that. Maybe the day finally came where he looked at her and just knew that she was right for him. She was really hoping it was.

As feminist as she was, she was able to say that she was the kind of girl who would pine for a guy. She was still a girl. She had real emotions. She wanted to have someone whose arms she could run to after a hard day. She had no shame in admitting that. Feminists were real people, too. They wanted love.

And she wanted to be the person he came to when he was sad and when he was happy. She wanted to be the person he was proud to call his girlfriend.

She just wanted to be someone that someone was proud of.

"Are you scared of telling him how you feel?" Caleb inquired finally, pulling Spencer out of her reverie.

"Depends. Does he like me back?" she asked meekly.

He bit his lip before giving a single, small, curt nod. "I think so."

There was shared silence.

"Don't tell him I told you. He'll kill me."

She just bit her lip in excitement. Maybe this was why he never wanted to make things more serious. Maybe he was scared. Sure, he wanted to have fun, but he probably wanted to—someday—settle down and have a family and all that stuff. Maybe he was scared because he never had a relationship like that before.

"I have to go, Caleb," she said numbly. Caleb furrowed his eyebrows, but before he could question it, Spencer had left twenty dollars for the French fries and milkshake she had gotten.

She knocked on the door urgently.

Goddamnit, Cavanaugh, you'd better be home.

She stood outside for at least a minute and a half before there was an answer. A very sweaty, very shirtless Toby answered the door.

"Spencer?" he asked weakly.

"Can I come in?" she inquired, trying as hard as she could not to stare at anything other than his eyes.

He reluctantly agreed and shut the door as soon as she came in. He crossed his arms over his chest protectively. He looked…nervous. This was such an odd look on him.

"Caleb told me," she blurted out.

He was frozen for a moment before muttering, "I'm going to kill him."

She just stared at him, waiting for further explanation.

"Are you mad?"

She was quiet for a moment before she shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. I mean…I wish you just told me, and as much as I want to be mad at you…I can't really be…" she trailed off, her voice getting quieter and quieter with each passing syllable.

"I think maybe it was why I was acting so standoffish. I was…scared to tell you how I really felt, I guess." He hung his head with a little bit of shame and a lot of embarrassment.

She couldn't help but smile a little at his whole demeanor about the whole thing. "You shouldn't be mad at Caleb."

"Maybe I should be. He let my secret out, and now we can probably never be friends again, and—"

"Toby, just shut up," Spencer instructed with a laugh.

He looked even more uncomfortable after she said that. "I totally don't blame you if you can never look me in the eye again—"

"Just shut up!" she exclaimed with a smile before grabbing him and kissing him. At first, he was too shocked to reciprocate her actions, but after a moment, he kissed her back. This was so unlike any of their other kisses. This one felt…real. There was this tingly feeling the both of them got on their lips that made the hair stand up on the back of their necks.

She always hoped that one day, he'd finally realize that they were right for each other. It seemed like today was her lucky day.

Sarah: Glad you liked it! People are just dumb. Sometimes I say, "I speak American" when I'm talking about dialects (which imo, is fine, since Canadians, Brits [and from the Brits, there's also the English, Scottish, and Welsh] all speak a different dialect of the LANGUAGE English and then there are more specific dialects [i.e., New Yorker (moi), Bostonian, Georgian, Texan, etc.], but whatever, I'm rambling). I hate when people tell me that, like...are you saying that I always look upset? This is my natural face. Yeesh. I don't know, Sarah. I don't. even. know.

AL3110:Not as much as mine. And I made a PSA about it and I'll make another when I update SSS tonight.

MilaMizz:Well...when I start thinking of a song, I start thinking of its colour. Idk if that's the same thing...I guess I get it. BUT WHAT DID YOU ACTUALLY THINK OF THE ONE-SHOT? Thanks. And I don't. even. know. what. is. happening.

eveningshades1107: I don't know, is that what I'm talking about? All I know is I got a weird PM about something about a story and idk. I don't know what's going on. A popular story is plagiarized? Idk if the story itself was plagiarized or if the author took it from someone else...I DON'T KNOW I AM SO CONFUSED. I'm glad you liked it! Personally, I don't really listen to Bob Marley, but I think some of his quotes are great. He just seemed like a wise person people didn't really seem to take seriously (or at least, I don't think most of my family takes him seriously). Me and Marina? *fainting* Okay, I'm good. I'm listening to Bubblegum Bitch right now (and I'll probably play all my Marina and Lana on repeat until Marina's new album drops...which I'm going to get on iTunes as soon as it comes out). I'll gladly sacrifice Aria to keep Mona alive.

So I will tell you my big news now. But first, a PSA from about writing:

"Use proper textual formatting. For example: using only capital letters in the story title, summary, or content is not only incorrect but also a disregard for the language itself."

LIKE OMG FANFICTION I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR PUTTING IT ALL OUT THERE. It especially got me on the part about a "disregard for the language itself."

And before I tell you my news, the next one-shot will be Out of Sight by Alexx Calise and I will say it today: OMG PLEASE ACTUALLY SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE-SHOT. Like, I love you all and I like talking to you guys (like seriously hmu we can pm or something. I don't bite), but when you review on my story, please actually SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY STORY. Like, I was really looking forward to hearing about how I did on "I Almost Do" and I think I got maybe one review that actually mentioned something about it and I'm still a little upset about it.

Okay, now that the PSAs are over, my big news is that my story How to Be a Heartbreaker will finally be uploaded on Wednesday. There's a synopsis on my profile, but in case you wanted more info, this is basically it:

Hanna Marin and Spencer Hastings are two women involved in a dangerous, scandalous, and shady world: prostitution. Though their job is all about sex, it's not all pleasure, especially for Hanna. When the pair meets Caleb and Toby, the two don't know where the line lies between business and pleasure. Things only get more complicated when Hanna gets wrapped up in one of her shady client's business dealings.

I hope I can update tomorrow, but if not, I'll definitely have a new one-shot up for Tuesday! -Kayson