Author's Note: So this would be a little sneak peek into LHC (if I ever decide to do it).

Day Two-Hundred Two: Lonely Hearts Club by Marina and the Diamonds

She was never really in love with anyone for very long. Something always happened that caused her to become disillusioned with someone. Maybe she was a heartbreaker. Sometimes, it even made her feel bad. She felt bad that she was the reason for someone's heartbreak.

But there was something different about him. He was the one. She was sure of it. He was perfect, if such a thing existed—which she firmly had believed didn't, until she met him. She'd been a lonely heart until she met him.

Spencer was really happy in her relationship with him.

Spencer couldn't believe it when she had heard from her boyfriend's—the one she had believed was really the one—wife that he was married. She was almost sure she was lying. She truly hadn't believed it. Not until the wife—Aria was her name—had showed her pictures of their house and their wedding pictures.

It seemed as though she was forever destined to be a lonely heart. January to December, she was destined to be a member—if not the president—of the club.

Spencer and Aria began to concoct a plan of retaliation. They were both heartbroken, but they wanted revenge. And then they found Hanna, yet another girl this pig was sleeping with behind their backs.

Spencer realized, as she began to plot and execute their plans, the reason why she never fell in love in the first place—it hurt too damn much. If she was too nice or too easy to fall in love with, it was a recipe for failure.

One day, Spencer was over Hanna's apartment. Aria couldn't come—she was too busy seducing the pig into their plans—so the two girls worked to hatch the next part of their plan: get his business plans to fall through. It involved something dealing with law and contracts or tort and basically, it would just land him in hot water: exactly what the girls wanted.

"Hey, Spencer? My brother is just over to pick up some invitations," Hanna announced as she walked into the room where Spencer was sitting. Spencer just nodded in agreement. Hanna's brother—he was tall with sandy brown hair, crystal blue eyes (much like Hanna's, but perhaps even a lighter blue), and was rather tall—walked in behind her.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys. I just needed some wedding invitations."

For some reason, although she didn't even know the guy's name, she felt a little let down. It felt like she was kind of missing something that never really existed.

"Our stepsister is getting married and Toby's being a saint with helping out with her wedding plans. He's much closer to her than I am," Hanna commented as she looked for a box.

"Hey, you like Jenna, too," he insisted.

Hanna just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I'm not really close with her. You're close to her fiancé, at least," Hanna argued.

"Does it really matter?" her brother asked. Hanna scoffed. He turned to Spencer. "I'm sorry. I'm being really rude. I'm Toby."

"Spencer," she responded with a slight smile.

"I'm just glad the two of you aren't getting married," Hanna said as she produced the box of invitations.

"We just met, Han," Toby insisted.

Hanna scoffed. "No. You and Jenna," she clarified as she held out the box.

Toby had to make a face. "Ew. Hanna, she's my stepsister."

"I'm still trying to set Toby up with someone. He's a loner," Hanna insisted.

"Like you know anything about relationships," he retorted.

"More than you! There's a reason Jenna asked me to help her with her wedding and not you," the blonde insisted.

"First of all, she asked you to help with invitations. That requires no experience, whatsoever, in the field of love. All you need to know is the difference between eggshell and cream."

"There's a very obvious difference!" Hanna said. Toby rolled his eyes. Spencer couldn't help but laugh at the both of them.

"You see where I'm coming from, right?" Toby asked Spencer.

"Personally, I'm colorblind. I don't know the difference between eggshell and ivory and cream and vanilla; they're all white to me," Spencer replied.

"I barely even know Spencer and she's already cooler than you," Toby said as he took the invitations and looked at them.

"Love is stupid. And now you know how I know your sister," Spencer said as she took a sip of beer. She wasn't sure how much she liked it, but she liked it more than those dumb fruity drinks girls seemed to be so fond of.

"That's pretty fucked up," he concluded.

She nodded in agreement. "Love is fickle. It's never forever. Marriage is a damned thing. You know what I mean?" she asked as she finished off the beer and got up to throw the bottle away.

"I think most of the time, it's messed up. About 99% of the time, actually. That's why a lot of marriages end in divorce. And even in ones that don't, it's either people too dumb to realize they're not really in love, or it's marriages where both are too scared to divorce or some shit like that," he said.

"And the other one percent?" she pondered.

"Well…that's true love. Both people really love each other. It's rare and it hardly ever happens…but it does. Sometimes. If you're lucky," he insisted.

She nodded, though she wasn't sure how much she agreed with the statement. "Well, I'll probably never be one of those girls picking out wedding dresses with her whole family. Any smart man wouldn't want to be with me; I'm a lonely heart forever," she insisted.

"I don't think you're so bad, and I don't really consider myself that dumb."

She paused. "Really?" Did he just tell her that he wanted to be with her?

"I mean…you're smart…you're funny…you're cynical, like me…you're hot…you're annoying as fuck sometimes, but everyone's annoying as fuck at one point or another."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, now I know why Hanna said you were the annoying older brother she never wanted."

He smirked. "Hanna loves me. She's really happy to have me as an older brother; I know it."

Spencer rolled her eyes again. "Keep telling yourself that."

Toby got up from the couch to get rid of his own beer bottle. Just as he brushed past Spencer, he nudged her. "Hey!"

"Another thing is that you're fun to annoy. You're pretty cute when you're flustered."

She narrowed her eyes.

"You're cute when you're annoyed, too. In fact…you're cute all the time."

"Yeah, so are you. But now we're sort of crossing the line between girl and best friend's brother," she insisted.

Toby pouted. "That's all I am to you? Hanna's older brother?"

"Okay, fine. Friends," she amended with an eye roll.

He scooted closer to her. "And what if I want to be more than friends. What would you say?"

She played it cool. "I'd say that you're out of your mind…and I really want to kiss you right now." So much for playing it cool, Spence.

"Do it," he dared.

She didn't know who leaned in first, but within a matter of seconds—no, milliseconds—her lips were on his. She wasn't quite sure what her membership at the Lonely Hearts Club's fate was, but she wouldn't particularly mind if she terminated it in favor of staying with him.

AL3110: She said she did. My aunt liked it, too. That song is amazing people in my school are just...smh at their choices in music. There's so much more out there. ITS. ITS own culture. But yeah I get you I'm just saying the Brits I met in London all regarded themselves as British, not European (like they consider the UK separate from Europe). I like HTBAH and you said it was boring! You said it! And what do you mean unfeminist? Are you one of those feminists? The ones that think women are superior in every way, shape, and form and just hate men? Are you one of those? Are you a FemBot?

I got so scared I wasn't going to have any reviews. Al saved me.

If anyone is still reading this, tomorrow's one-shot will be Another Girl by Anna Ayers. -Kayson