Author's Note: Have I ever mentioned how much I adore the title of this song? I do.

Day Two-Hundred Twenty-Eight: Teenage Wasteland/Prom Song (Gone Wrong) by Lana Del Rey

I stumbled walking down the street as I tried to balance my heels on my index and middle fingers. As I continuously swayed back and forth, the tiara on my head moved in and out of place.

This felt like a weird, hazy dream. Who ever thought that I'd be the queen? I certainly never dreamed of it. That was a common fantasy for a lot of young girls, but I had bigger things on my mind when I was ten. Then, when I finally let go, it seemed as though the most important dream I had was realized; I had finally gotten the happiness I so longed for.

We stopped in front of the gates of my house and I grabbed his hand.

"It's really late."

I nodded in response. I put my arms around his neck—Toby, my king—and contemplated kissing him goodnight. I loved that they crowned us King and Queen. Although I knew I was a little tipsy, I could see his eyes sparkling like the stars in the sky when he looked at me. He was such a star. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

"I still can't get over how gorgeous you look," he said as he looked me up and down again. I blushed. He always said I was gorgeous and beautiful like any number of women known for their beauty.

"You're not so bad yourself," I replied. He just smiled at me. God, I wanted to kiss him so badly. I knew I should've just done it. I didn't know why I was being so timid, but he gave me butterflies like never before.

"I want you to be my Valentine for the rest of my Valentine's Days," he whispered quietly. My heart started to pound in my chest after he said that.

I kissed him after that. It was so dark and usually, I was scared of being out that late, but I felt so safe with him. We kissed for God-only-knows-how-long

The next morning, I got to school early with Hanna. She had to meet one of the teachers and dragged me along to come with her. I was just fixing my makeup in the mirror in Hanna's locker when I felt a familiar pair of arms around me.

"Toby!" I squealed. Luckily, there was no one else in the hall.

"You look just as pretty—if not even prettier—today than you did yesterday," he whispered. I sighed softly at his sweetness. I never thought I'd be this happy with anyone. I was so happy I could die.

"I was thinking about you all night," I said before closing Hanna's locker and leaning back on it. I ran my fingers through my hair and licked my lips absentmindedly.

"Stop doing that," he complained as he got closer to me.

I stood up taller and more defiantly. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"

He just kissed me hard and pushed me up against the locker. "You don't wanna know, Spence," he assured me. Something told me that I kind of wanted to, though. It was going to be in my mind all day.

And it was. He lingered in my mind all day. I had the displeasure of only having two classes with him (AP English and BC Calculus) and one didn't even meet that day, so I only saw him briefly for the beginning of the day. As I was exiting AP French and he was leaving his art class, we saw each other in the hall. He gave me a flirty little smile. To anyone else, it might've looked like an innocent grin, but I knew its subliminal message.

We had AP English last period, but Mr. Fitz wasn't in and hadn't left much for our sub so we basically had a free period. I turned around to Toby, who was sitting right behind me.

"Want to come over later? My parents are going to be out. I get lonely at home…lonely."

He smiled before nodding. "Okay. Do you want to invite any of the girls over?"

"No, I just want it to be you and me," I said as my fingers crept over to his hand. "We don't have to do anything. I just want to spend time with you," I added more softly.

Later that day, we sat on the couch and watched Black Swan together, though I don't think either of us was paying it any mind. He held me—and his hold only got tighter during the creepy parts.

I don't remember what happened, exactly, but eventually, we were kissing each other on the couch until I was out of breath, though neither of us wanted our lips to part for a split second. He pulled my hair and pushed me onto the couch. I laughed as my hair spilled all around my head.

"You look like a queen," he said to me. "Queen Spencer."

I rolled my eyes. "No…"

"Princess Di?" he inquired.

"Nice, but no," I said as I pushed him off of me. I blushed slightly. "You're crazy." Bananas, I added internally.

I loved him so much. He was really the only person I wanted to be around; he was my best friend. Sure, we had our other friends, but he was my best friend and my other half.

"Let's run away."

He responded with silence. I turned to face him entirely.

"Let me take you out of this stupid, boring town. I want to leave—I've wanted to leave for so long—but I want to take you with me now. I'm in love with you," I explained.

Toby looked like he was considering it.

I bit my lip as he pushed me so my back was pressed against the locker.

"Let's just go right now," I said quietly.

"We should wait until lunch, so nobody really realizes we're missing until we're already gone," he assured me. He looked at me lovingly and I blushed. "Nobody else knows, Spence; we're safe." The bell rang and he peeled his body off of mine as some classroom doors began to open. He gave me a look like I was the only one there, though. I blushed.

I sat in French class as the teacher droned on and on and on (in French!) about the French Revolution and how we needed to know more culture, blah, blah, blah…all I could think about was how in five minutes, I'd be leaving for good.

This sounded like something out of a movie that I'd only think up when I was feeling most creative. I thought about all the stories we'd have to make up and tell each other to pass time.

"Puis-je aller à la salle de bain?" I asked as I raised my hand. The teacher nodded dismissively before turning back to help another student. I rolled my eyes slightly before I got up. I left my books, to make it look as normal as possible.

I walked out of the classroom and grabbed my backpack from my locker. This was close to lunch. In a couple of minutes, all the students would pour out of class and we could leave without anyone suspecting anything.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror before I left. Everyone always thought my ideas of getting out of dumb little Rosewood were silly. They all thought I was joking because I hated that there was nothing to do on the rainy days. They thought all I wanted was fun. They probably thought I was crazy, too.

But he didn't. He was serious about me (like I was about him) and loved me like I wanted to be loved.

After looking at myself for a minute or two, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I almost yelped. I turned around and it was Toby. "What are you doing here?!" I demanded. "You were supposed to wait outside for me! That was the pl—"

He cut me off with a kiss on the lips. "I know, but I couldn't wait. Come on, Spencer. Let's go. Now." I just stared for a moment. "Are you going to make me chase you?" he asked more playfully.

I laughed. He really attempted to grab me. I actually yelped and ran quickly out the door. I heard him following me until we were off of the school grounds and at his car.

"I thought we were going to waste away in that…teenage wasteland," he said.

I already was, I said quietly to myself.

We were silent for a little bit. I'd gotten several calls from my parents. I knew they'd cut my phone off soon. I didn't really care.

The next song came on a few moments after I looked at my last message from my mom. It was a Nirvana song. I never really listened to them…maybe in passing, once or twice. But it had never been silent. I took a moment to listen to the song.

"Are you asleep, Spence?"

I shook my head. "No." It was dark outside. I wasn't sure why, but this was the time when I felt the most alive, like a free spirit. He couldn't see the glimmer in my eyes. "Thank you for taking me out of that place. I definitely would've left, with or without you, but…this made it a lot easier," I confessed. "I don't know if I ever could've found someone else like you."

I could hear him smiling. "I know I wouldn't have been able to find anyone else. You're the only girl I've ever loved." I couldn't help but smile proudly at that.

I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

Guest: We're both crying then. Lana is a queen (of the king jkjk). Thank you, love! I know Spanish. I'm in Spanish IV and it sucks I hate it (mostly because my class is like six people so I can't get away with anything and my teacher is just like so confusing like one moment she's all chill and the next she's like you didn't do your homework wtsf you're going to fail my class).

Have you ever been so freaking sick of someone that you have to pretend you like? Because I am. I am so so so sick of this one person in the play who I'm supposed to like and everything like gahhh. I'm also really sick of trying so hard to make stupid ditzy faces and not getting any acknowledgment for how stupid and ditzy they look. Nope. It's literally like one fairy that can do anything right. And today she wasn't there during notes so whoops looks like only two people are doing something right. I digress.

Tomorrow's one-shot (which I better be able to freaking finish or I will revolt) will be The Common Cold by Marina and the Diamonds which I think I'm coming down with 'cause hey, it's impossible for me to perform ANYTHING without being kind of sick. -Kayson