Author's Note: Like I said, LOOSELY based off of the song. And the Latin translates to "I am able to help."

Day Two-Hundred Six: All of Me by John Legend

Her raspy voice rang out throughout the floor of the house. Her black painted fingernails scraped against her water-kissed skin. She glared at the scar on her hip, caused by a dumb fight she had with Melissa around the age of 10. Unfortunately, she knew it was never going to heal, so now all she could do was glare at that conspicuous imperfection.

"Spencer?"

She paused and promptly turned off the water. "Toby?" She grabbed a towel from outside of the shower and draped it over her wispy frame. "What are you doing here?" she inquired as she secured the towel around her body. Having no qualms about him seeing her naked,—much less, in a towel—she opened the door. She smiled when she saw him. "I'm sorry that I'm indecent right now. You caught me by surprise," she said with a hint of scolding. "You didn't tell me you were coming now."

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I can leave if you don't want me to be here."

"Never," she answered as she brushed past him and made her way to the closet. "Sorry if I'm making your head hurt with my indecisiveness."

He settled himself on the bed. "Well you certainly wouldn't be you if you were easy to pin down," he responded pragmatically. He could practically hear her smiling. A few minutes later, she came out wearing a red sundress.

"Your parents are out of town?" he inquired.

She nodded. "It's just us. They'll be out of town for the next three days. I have the house to myself…" she trailed off. Something seemed to grab her attention, even if it was something just in her mind. Her little tangents were always so amusing to him.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked with a little smile.

She shrugged with a shy smile. "Nothing. I just…you know that my mind likes to wander," she replied.

Crazy, he thought happily.

"So what do you want to do?" she inquired, interrupting Toby's thoughts. "I know. You could help me study."

"Studying?" he inquired indignantly. "Spencer, it's summer!"

"So?" she asked. "Toby, do you know how much effort I put in to being the head of the class? I'm determined to beat Andrew Campbell out for valedictorian!"

He rolled his eyes again. "What are you studying for?"

She smiled. "My AP Psychology class meets for the first time next Wednesday and then I have AP Latin…you can help with that, right?"

"Possum adiutare."

She smiled before handing him the textbook.

"I don't know how you can remember all those verbs," he said as he closed her AP Latin textbook.

"It's really not that impressive," she insisted with a slight blush. "Now, it's time for psychology," she commented as she found her psychology notebook. She handed it to him.

"Jeez, Spence, the school year didn't even start and you've already filled out the first half of the book," he said as he thumbed through the pages; at least 40 of them were filled with notes.

"It doesn't hurt to be thorough."

He looked her over. "How long have you been studying?"

"W-what?" she stuttered.

"How many hours, Spencer?" Toby asked.

She shrugged. "Like…forty maybe."

"Forty hours?"

"In the last week?"

The number made him feel dizzy. "Spence, you need to slow down. Have you even seen any of your friends in the last week?"

"They're all out of town, anyway. Aria went to visit family and Hanna went to visit her dad…and so did Emily," she explained with a shrug.

He smiled slightly. "Okay, we're going to have fun tonight."

"But Toby—"

"Oh, come on. There is no way that Andrew Campbell is going to beat out my gorgeous, intelligent, amazing girlfriend," he insisted.

She blushed at that. "Toby—"

"Don't even argue with me," he insisted. "You're perfect."

"Perfect is unattainable," she argued.

"Excuse me, you're perfect to me," he amended, rectifying his mistake. "Even your imperfect, sometimes annoying qualities are perfect to me," he insisted. "Even that stupid scar you hate on your hip," he added, poking the spot he knew the scar was.

She squealed as she jumped away from him. "Stop, Toby! I'm ticklish there and you know it!" she complained.

"I love you so much," he said before tackling her on the bed and repeatedly poking her on the hips.

"Stop!" she yelled between fits of laughter. "Toby! Stop it!" Finally, he complied, sitting on the bed beside her. "You know, you're getting extremely sappy with me," she said as she poked him in the ribs.

"What can I say? I love all of you. Every little piece of my heart loves you."

"Well, if we're realistically speaking, it's the brain—"

He cut her off with a quick kiss to the lips. "Spence, I'm trying to be sappy here. You're ruining the moment. Where was I?"

"In the midst of your sappy spiel, talking about how every little piece of your heart loves me," she said with a slight eye roll.

"Oh, right," he said before clearing his throat. "Right. You're everything to me. Ends, beginnings, middles, sunrises, sunsets, sun-in-betweens…all of that. My life comprises of losses, wins, fails, falls, and Spencer Hastings."

"You didn't just modify Lana Del Rey lyrics to compliment me," she commented.

"I did. I know she's your favorite contemporary poet," he responded with a smile. "You're pretty when you cry, too. But I'm hoping that I come through for you," he added.

"You're being so ridiculous right now," she responded with a laugh.

"I'm just trying to reiterate my point so you understand!" he countered defensively. "I wish I had more lyrics I could use to describe you…the only one that comes to mind is that I'm pretty cool, but I'm not as cool as you."

"I'm not even a Brooklyn baby, Toby. That doesn't work."

"Oh. Well, then, I'm all out," he said.

She shook her head as she tried to suppress a laugh. "You're the worst. Do you know how much I could've learned about synapses in this time?"

"Spencer, you need to relax. You're not going to learn about synapses until September," he assured her. "You're driving yourself crazy with all these AP's. I know you already scored fives on all the ones you took last year."

"No, I did get a four," she replied.

"Oh, excuse me. All fives and one four," he amended. "You need a little break, Spence," Toby insisted.

After a moment of consideration, she sighed. "Fine," she answered, unamused.

"Let me spend the day with you. And then, tomorrow, we can play some sort of lame study game," he assured her. "Hey, that rhymes."

"Okay, Dr. Seuss, so what are you going to do with me?" she asked. "And my study games are not lame. You have never played a game of strip trivia with Spencer Hastings," she argued.

"I'm going to…you don't get to know," he decided at the last minute. She frowned.

"You are definitely the weirdest teenage guy that I know," she said as they walked out of the record shop. Yes, a record shop. Apparently, there was one two or three towns over and he just had to go there.

"Are you really that upset? You did get what you wanted."

She smiled as she looked at the bag. "Yeah, it's pretty incredible that they had all of Lana's records on vinyl," she admitted. "You are a pretty good boyfriend after all, I guess," she teased.

He laughed. "Okay, well, then, I'll definitely get the 'good boyfriend' stamp after the next thing we're going to do," he said as he took her hand. "I don't think I mentioned this on the drive over here, but I used to live here, so I do know my way around town. It's the most interesting little town in the state, by the way."

"Ooh," she teased. "It must be something good," she concluded.

"It's amazing," he insisted as he walked across the street holding her hand. They came up to this very little diner. "So are you in the mood for dinner or just dessert?"

She squinted as she seemed to weigh her options. "Both," she decided finally with a smile.

"I don't know if I can eat anything else," she said as she polished off the rest of her crinkle-cut fries. She loved getting them at little diners like these; he knew that.

"You have to get a milkshake, though. They make the best ice cream here." He leaned in close to her. "It's all homemade," he fake-whispered.

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, if it's homemade…"

About five minutes later, their milkshakes came. Spencer ordered chocolate while Toby ordered peanut butter fudge.

"Wow," was all she could say.

He smiled smugly. "I told you that it was a good surprise."

She smiled as she took another sip. "I guess you were right and I do need to let loose a little more," she concluded.

"What was that? I'm right? Spencer was…wrong?!"

She rolled her eyes. "Sometimes you're like the older brother that I never wanted," she commented.

"That would make what I'm about to do incest," he said before leaning over the table to peck her on the lips.

"We're being disgusting right now," she complained.

He shook his head. "No, this is young love. Don't be such a downer," he scolded.

She sighed. "I'm a downer. You know that. I sleep with my textbooks more than my boyfriend and I spend more time studying than hanging out with my friends," she said with a slight groan.

"I know you do, but that's what makes you you," he responded as he took her hand. "And that's why I love you. Every little part of you, even the parts that drive me insane and annoy me to no end…I wouldn't change anything about you." She smiled. "Well, I might change the fact that your textbooks get more action than I do…"

She laughed. "Yeah, I think you really have to be jealous of that British History textbook lying next to my bed," she warned.

He shook his head. "I knew that British bastard was trying to make a move on you…"

She smiled before taking a sip. "I don't know how I got so lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend."

MilaMizz: I had to go to a college fair in like January and it was honestly like the DUMBEST THING ever. It was basically everything I've already heard about. They gave us a list of colleges and how competitive they are (lol the community college is on the list of "not at all competitive" schools, which means they accept pretty much everyone). No, it doesn't make you a bad person and I totally understand and empathize with that. To paraphrase what Toby said, you can cut someone out of your life if they're toxic.

Guest:*sighs dramatically* I do not know when I will be continuing SSS and right now, I don't even want to write for that (I've written a page for the next chapter, but I'm not really in the mental space or mood to sit down and write it, nor do I really have the time). I'm sorry if this sounds mean or anything, but I really do not want to answer this question anymore. But I appreciate (like really you do not know how much I appreciate you guys) you reading my stories and wondering when it'll come out again. I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense. I'm a little paradoxical.

Addicted2Spoby4Life: I always tell myself that I'm just going to be cool when some of my favorite authors read my work, but I'm not. I'm really glad you like my one-shots! Thanks! I'm sorry I made you cry! But isn't that a good thing? Anyway, thank you for reading.

AL3110:Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard it. I'm glad it has a special place in your heart. Maybe? I don't know what that is? You can ASK ME WHEN I SEE YOU IN PERSON IN A FEW DAYS OMG IT'S SO FRICKIN CLOSE.

Tomorrow's one-shot will be Obsessions by Marina and the Diamonds. It's exactly the scenario that pans out in my head when I hear the song. My synesthesia.

Speaking of Marina...OMG WHO HAS HEARD FROOT BECAUSE I THINK I'M IN LOVE. Fangirl moment over. Thanks for reading. -Kayson