Author's Note: It started as one thing and turned into another to the point where idk what it's about anymore.

Day One-Hundred Seventy-Nine: Something to Believe In from Newsies

"You know, if things were different—"

He was praying she didn't have that pissed-off look she always got when he angered her. It was cute—well, she was always cute—but not when he knew what was coming.

And she had that look on her face.

"What, if you weren't running away? Like always? God, Toby, why can't you just stay for once?" she asked with annoyance as she stormed into the elevator. She quickly pressed the button and hoped it would close quickly enough so he wouldn't have time to join her.

He got onto the elevator just in time.

She huffed in response. "What's wrong with me? How could I be so stupid to think I actually had a chance?" she murmured to herself.

"Stop blaming me for everything! You lied, too," he reminded her.

"I never lied to you," she insisted.

"I think it's called lying when you don't tell me a significant detail in your life and you let me think something entirely different about you," he responded.

"Don't drag my father into this. I'm not my father. And I'm not rich like my father."

"But you'll be rich like your father when he leaves you all his money."

"I don't want his money. And since when did this become about money? I don't care about money. I know you don't care either, so where is this coming from?"

He sighed. "I just know that I'm not going to fit in with your family. I'm not like them. I don't come from money. And your dad already hates me…" he trailed off.

She scoffed. "He doesn't hate you."

"No, but…he scares me," Toby told her.

"He doesn't scare you," she deduced. "What scares you?" she asked more softly.

"Well…you do," he confessed.

She was silent and troubled for a moment. She was about to speak when there was a rumble in the elevator shaft. Suddenly, the elevator was still.

"What was that?" she asked.

"I don't know; it sounded like we stopped or something."

Spencer was completely still before she began to freak out. "Toby…what do we do?" she inquired frantically. "Are we going to die?"

"Spencer, calm down," he advised. "Just push the emergency call button."

Doing as she was told, she pushed the call button and an alarm began to sound. "Shit, that's loud!" she exclaimed over the alarm. He held her for a moment.

"We're not going to die," he assured her.

She winced in his embrace, though she was really wincing at this unfortunate scenario. When they had both finally settled on the floor of the elevator, she asked him with shaky breath, "Why are you scared of me?"

He sighed. He was kind of hoping that Spencer forgot. But Spencer never forgot. "You're just a little…intimidating. I mean, you're smart and pretty and you're not afraid to call people out on their crap," he told her.

She swallowed. "Well, don't be scared of me."

Just as he was going to respond, the elevator seemed to shake a bit. "What is that?" she demanded. "Oh, God; we're going to die."

"Spencer, I just wanted to tell you that…if we died right now, I just wanted you to know that…I love you," he told her.

She sighed. From defeat, possibly? She didn't even know. He was just so infuriating to her. "Well, then, why were you leaving at all?" she asked. "Why are you running away? God…don't you believe in yourself enough to stay? Don't you believe in us?"

"I don't even really know what this is—"

"Yes, you do. It's real. You know it. I thought I knew what love was and then I met you and all my convictions about love changed. I don't know how exactly…all those little nuances and details concerning love just fit into place. I had a whole broad range of what it felt like when before, I didn't. I just saw the big picture, not all the little details that made it so special. I didn't know how it seems to rectify all those wrongdoings life seemed to do to you and how it made all those bad things worth it," she told him. But after a moment of a concerned look, she continued, "No…those aren't the words I'm looking for…"

"Your words were perfect," he assured her. "I don't deserve you. I don't even know why we met. We weren't supposed to. I know we weren't supposed to. But we did and I don't know why."

"We were supposed to meet," she argued.

"Maybe, but not like that," he argued. "You were just supposed to be another pretty face on the street as I passed by. Maybe you were even supposed to be someone I thought about for weeks after I saw you, just remembering all the contours on your face…" She blushed slightly. "But I guess someone was looking out for me and led the two of us together."

She sighed. "And now you're leaving."

He looked away with some sort of shame.

"Even if I'm gone tomorrow, what was ours is still going to be ours. I'll still love you. You'll still be somebody I believe in…because you believed in me."

She smiled before resting her head on his chest. "We could be here forever and I don't care," she thought aloud. "And if we do make it out tonight…you're going to do everything right when you go. But don't forget about me. And come back."

"Now I have something to come back to."

MilaMizz: Personally, I found the transition (and am finding) from 9th to 10th a lot harder than 8th to 9th. The fact that I'll be taking APs next year freaks me out, too. So...it's just like a normal school but it's online? So could you still talk to friends or whatever in class in cyber school? Because I could totally picture myself passing cyber notes to people in my class. Just saying.

Sarah:Thanks. I'm glad you liked it.

AL3110:I think you should try to be nice to Sharukh. Just try. Smease. If you come to visit, I have most of my classes with Sharukh and I sit next to him (because I have no friends). Of course, that's a line in one of the songs. I think Lana just meant she's tired of being sad (but most of her songs are sad). I'm tired of singing the blues. Oops. I'm a blue girl. I'm really glad you liked it :) I mean, Lana. I really hope I did her justice.

eveningshades1107: I have a friend who's a junior and she seems to be adjusting pretty well, but I don't think she's taking a mountain-load of APs. Some of the most ridiculous fanfiction errors I see frequently just drive me insane (i.e., definitely/defiantly [they don't even look the same], apartment/appartment, a lot/alot, and most of all [and this is a general thing] I hate when I see someone try and get all fancy and use per se [often incorrectly when you look at its original Latin meaning] and they use per say instead. It just irks me to no end), but I think I can actually say I've never seen that one. I always forget my own one-shots so I'm trying to remember what, exactly you're talking about and now I remember. Yeah, we can never have too much Noel Kahn. I feel like he's the most underrated, ever. I feel like that one is so OOC and idk if I liked "Haunted" for that reason or if I really hated it. I mean, I feel like I got Spencer, because I truly do think that she would cripple under the pressure and struggle to put up a normal front, but I don't even see Toby squashing an ant. I just can't. I know he didn't kill Alison in that one-shot, but he helped clean up after Spencer, so it...ugh. I can't. But I really do want to see Spencer (namely Troian Bellisario) play Lady Macbeth. I think I might've told you this, but earlier in the year, (back in 9th grade, actually) my Shakespeare teacher had us come up with a cast for Macbeth and I placed Joaquin Phoenix as Macbeth and Troian Bellisario as Lady Macbeth. I thought my two lead roles were flawless (just saying; they're both Shakespearean actors [I believe he was Macbeth before, too, or maybe Hamlet? I don't remember; he was something dark, though]) and Troian AND Joaquin lost to FREAKING ANNE HATHAWAY AND LIAM NEESON. I mean, I like the two of them just as much as everyone else, but really? I don't think that Anne Hathaway is exactly the dark, brooding type (like we've seen Troian pull off so beautifully) and I'm pretty sure Liam Neeson (even though I don't think he's that old in today's standards) would be considered ancient at the time of Macbeth. I mean, this was back in c. 1050, right? Somewhere around then? I think most people keeled over before 40 and he's like 50-something (if I'm not mistaken). Sorry, rant over. Well...I sing for old people, so I guess maybe I'm nicer to them than you are. Thank you :) Well...I'm a patient person (not really, but I'll deal) so you can just take your sweet time getting to it. Just don't totally forget about me, okay?

Sorry for the mass of my response to Broadway Sarah. My responses are always that long whenever anyone binge-reviews. But it's cool. You can binge review as much as your little hearts desire, beautiful readers.

The next one-shot will be Holy Ground by Taylor Swift and I'd just like to reiterate that I'm not a Swiftie, but her songs are nicely descriptive so I at least get some idea (so I don't usually wrack my brain for hours; an idea just dawns upon me, which is so lovely). Look for the Hemingway references and if you don't get them...I don't know what to tell you. -Kayson