Author's Note: I had comp sci for the first time today (more on that later) and now I feel like a giant nerd since I'm like the only person who still uses Tumblr. In other news, sophomore year is already kicking my ass and it's been like two days. Seriously. My history teacher, even though she's nice and everything and she's probably a good teacher, assigns like 20+ pages in our textbooks and then makes us outline it. It'll probably take me like 3 hours (at least) to do it all. I've spent 1 hour just highlighting stuff and I'm not even done with it!

Day One-Hundred Seventy-Three: Different Bodies by Sharon Kenny

He said he was exactly where he needed to be.

So why wasn't he there, lying right beside me?

I rolled over to my side and looked out of the window. The moon looked the same as it did the previous night, when he was right beside me, right after our first time. I wondered if he was looking at the moon at the same moment I was. Tonight was a clear night, unlike the night before, when there were some clouds and the rain pattered lightly on the window. Even after the clouds cleared up, the stars looked different; they swirled in different patterns all around the sky. But the moon still looked the same as it always was, maybe a sliver thinner, but nearly a full moon.

I rolled back over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. It was weird to think that I once hated him. Life was funny like that; it usually (more often than not) came around in a full circle. Your enemies became your friends (and in the case of me and Toby, more than that). Your friends sometimes became enemies. You turned into the person that you never thought you'd in a million years be. Sometimes the smallest and weakest people became the strongest.

I ran my fingers over the duvet on the bed. I could still vividly remember what happened twenty-four hours ago. I smiled thinking about it.

Although I was still a little sore, I wouldn't take it back. In fact, I kind of hated myself for waiting so long. High school health teachers always painted sex as this filthy, carnal, sacrilegious thing, but with him…it just wasn't. That was a big cliché, but it didn't feel like just sex (at least I don't think, since I never had sex with anyone else). It actually meant something more. I was glad it did. We'd been through so much together: seasons changing, Alison's death, Jenna's disgusting actions (and we both still had to deal with Jenna and Alison on a daily basis; they were those sort of things one just simply didn't get over), and most of all, A. He didn't seem to know that A was back, but I did. I didn't want to tell him because I didn't want him to get hurt. I didn't want him trying to act like a hero because I didn't know what A would do to him, but it was far more than he could ever do to A.

In the midst of my thoughts, I heard the phone ring. I picked it up and saw that it was Toby.

"I was just thinking about you."

I bit my lip as I waited for a response. "Really?"

"Yeah. I was just thinking of…last night," I replied timidly. "I wish you were here again. Where are you?"

"I'm just at a motel in Bucks County."

"I wished you were here with me," I thought aloud. "Promise you're not going to see a pretty girl and forget about me?" I still don't know why I said that. I knew Toby wasn't one of those guys who would just up and leave after having sex. But I guess I was scared.

"Spencer, don't be ridiculous. You're prettier than all of them." I smiled. "Why would you even say something like that?"

I shrugged, even though I knew he couldn't see. "I don't know. I guess we're just in…different places and I get scared of losing you. I guess I was just scared that after you saw all of me, you wouldn't feel the same."

"Spence." I just pressed the cool screen of the phone closer to my skin. I felt kind of ridiculous for thinking it. I wished I could just be there with him. He would kiss me and not make me feel stupid about thinking that. But he couldn't stay; otherwise, he would've been lying beside me. After all, my parents weren't around; we'd have the house to ourselves for another three or four days.

"When are you coming back?" I asked as I slowly sat up in bed. "What are you looking at right now?"

"Probably in about a week. And I'm just looking out the window, thinking of you."

I smiled as I sat in a chair and looked out my window. "I'm doing the same exact thing." I ditched the chair and decided to just sit on the windowsill. "It looks so quiet outside. It's so nice and calm." I knew it was an illusion only, but I could dream that it was that nice and calm. After all, that's how I felt when he was beside me.

"The moon looks pretty tonight. I don't know where the stars are," he commented.

I nodded. "I can see the stars. They remind me of you."

"I love you. I love you the same as before."

Sarah: I'm not discussing this in this review. If you want to talk about it, you need to PM me because I have something I seriously want to get off my chest to you and I'm not talking about it right here, right now. But I'm very glad you liked the one-shot.

MilaMizz:I actually laughed out loud when I read that (I'm so sorry), but it did help me shake off the jitters this morning. So do you like your new school? Last year, you didn't go to a public school, right? And you're in one now?

AL3110:Next time you should just say, "Yeah, I was up all night talking to my American girlfriend" and just see how they react. That's so sweet and...wow that's so weird how I came up with that. Weird.

sarahschneider2012:Oh, I'm sorry. But at least you know he's looking down at you. I'm glad you can relate to it. Did I do the topic justice? I'm sorry for its brevity, but I really hope that it stuck out in a good way.

So on comp sci, my teacher basically only had enough time to show us how to do really basic stuff but I basically took it upon myself to do some of my own things with html code. Though, since I've been looking at it for like an hour now, I'm pretty relieved to be on fanfic, which doesn't make me put everything in in code. I would die.

The next one-shot will be The Other Side of the Door by Taylor Swift. It's finished. It's all Spencer and Toby...and Alison. -Kayson