Day One-Hundred Ninety-Three: Horror Pop by Marina and the Diamonds

Spencer overlooked her horoscope in the newspaper. Hanna was sitting across from her, doing the same on her phone.

"Pisces…ooh. 'You have a lot to say—'"

"Since when do you not have a lot to say?" Spencer interrupted.

Hanna ignored her and continued. "'You could be feeling deeply emotional about a matter of the heart. You have a lot of different emotions to work through. Perhaps it would be best to express these feelings to a trusted confidant."

Spencer peered over the newspaper, looking at Hanna. "Is there something you've got on your mind, Han?"

Hanna bit her lip for a moment. "Um…I think that…maybe…Caleb is going to ask me to move in with him?"

"And then who would I have to hog up half of the bathroom?" Spencer fake-complained. Hanna rolled her eyes.

"What does yours say, Miss Judgmental?"

Spencer looked over to her horoscope—Aries. As a matter of fact, she was the closing date for Aries. Aries was always first on the list of horoscopes. "'You may have had a few unlucky choices concerning your love life, but instead of looking at yourself and your choices through the veil of disappointment, opts to look into your soul; allow yourself to see the real you through the eyes of someone who admires you. You're going to have someone new stumble into your life, but tread with caution. Remember to never allow another to control you or your choices.'"

"Deep," Hanna commented before going off into some new game on her phone. "I told you that you and Andrew would never work out. You're two fire signs. Too much fire," she added.

Spencer rolled her eyes. "You and Caleb are a Pisces and a Virgo. You're like a match made in heaven," she responded with a scoff.

"You know what you need? A Gemini. They'll balance you out perfectly," Hanna insisted. Spencer just rolled her eyes in response. Reading horoscopes and all of that was fun, but at the end of the day, she wasn't going to let it guide her love life.

Shit, shit, shit.

In midair, a hand reached out to keep a vase from falling. She looked over as the same hand put it back on the high shelf Spencer had almost knocked it off of. She was met with crystalline blue eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm a total klutz. Thanks for saving me there," she responded.

"Good thing I was here, then," he said with a little smile. She reciprocated the grin.

"I'm Spencer," she said, extending her hand.

"Toby."

Spencer looked around the store. The only other people there besides her and Toby were two workers and a woman—probably a little younger than thirty—with two other girls, picking out flowers, probably for her wedding.

"There aren't many guys at a flower shop. Are you getting flowers for your girlfriend?" she inquired curiously.

Toby shook his head. "For my mom and I'm single, but…clever way of getting me to tell you whether or not I have a significant other," he noted.

She blushed slightly. "Subtlety isn't really my thing." True; Aries weren't exactly the most sensitive beings. They were more noted for their passion and aggression. Headstrong was a better adjective. Diplomacy and eloquence weren't their forte.

"It's not really mine, either," he replied. "Do you want to go out? Tonight?"

She nodded in response. "When and where?"

"I know this Italian place downtown. Do you like Italian food?"

She nodded. After exchanging numbers and coming up with a place and time to meet up, she took the number with a smile on her face, forgetting why she was even in the store in the first place.

"How did your date go with Toby?" Hanna inquired as she lounged on her bed, reading Vogue.

Spencer couldn't stop smiling. "Toby is really great. I'm just hoping that I don't screw it up." She flopped onto her bed. "He's just so sweet. Maybe I'll be lucky and he won't notice that I'm a frickin' mess," she hoped.

"When is his birthday?"

The brunette looked over skeptically. "March 21st."

"Uh oh. Another Aries."

As much as she didn't want to heed any of Hanna's "warnings", she couldn't help but wonder if her points had some validity. Maybe there was a reason she never fell in love with other Aries. All those Aries were too much like her. They were too headstrong and not level-headed. They were too much like her.

But he didn't seem like all the other Aries. Sure, he was the same horoscope (and damn, it would've been so much easier if he was just a stupid Gemini), but he didn't seem flashy and ostentatious like all the other Aries (she liked to call them "zebras", not rams, due to their inability to keep their opinions and…well, everything about themselves under wraps, much like zebras with their stripes).

"I can just try, Hanna."

She thought about texting him, even if just to prove her wrong and say he was nothing like her, but she opted not to.

"You're such a zebra," Spencer mumbled with a huff as she took her plate from off the counter.

Toby had come to understand what that term meant and saw it as an insult. "What? I'm a zebra because I don't agree with you? Couldn't you be more like a Libra?"

She rolled her eyes. Of course, by that, he meant, Can't you be a little more diplomatic and listen to me? "You're being ridiculous." She really hated his capriciousness. And…well…the same went for him and her tempestuousness.

As she leaned over the sink to begin washing the dishes, she felt him press up behind her. She turned around, unamused. She found herself pinned between him and the counter.

"Do you have something to say about my waywardness now?" Toby inquired, like he was reading her mind.

"You're a horror. You're just as awful as me, so don't even deny it," she responded with an air of haughtiness.

He rolled his eyes slightly before pushing up even closer to her. "What did you have to say about me being a horror?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You're a horror. You're a zebra. You're way too much like me. And you're really awful," she said.

"That's funny. That's not what you were saying. Last night. When you spent the night at my place."

That just earned another glare from her. He was so unbearable at times.

"You're such a—"

Toby cut her off with a kiss. She moaned, slightly caught off-guard. She was even more off-guard when he lifted her onto the counter.

Hanna might've been a bit right when it came to the turbulence of their relationship (especially when they got into fights), but they also had an extremely passionate—extremely hot—relationship. That was what happened when you had two fire signs.

"I'm such a good kisser, right?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up and prove it," she responded.