new story. first pll fic. review please?
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She absolutely loves being Hanna Marin, and that's a fact.
She loves how people stare at her when she walks by, how she has 1,659 friends on Facebook (and counting!), how saleswomen at the mall give her discounts on designer items, all because she's simply Hanna Marin, and she's fabulous.
Which is why she doesn't understand how she loves being with Lucas.
He makes her laugh, he always puts her in a good mood, and she can never spend enough time with him. The only problem is, she's Hanna Marin and he's... Lucas.
It doesn't explain why she lets him kiss her, one rainy afternoon.
They're standing in front of her house, soaking wet, laughing and having the time of their lives, when he reaches forward...
Back when she was Alison's Hanna, she used to laugh when Ali called Lucas "Hermy," because, honestly, it was funny. He was such a loser, and those glasses made her giggle every time she looked at them. But now, Lucas was her everything, and Alison was dead, and she was Hanna Marin, not the chubby loser who used to follow Ali around. They had all grown up a little, and time had gone on, even after Alison's disappearance, but Hanna knew if Ali was still alive, she would've had no problem mocking Hanna for even talking to Lucas.
It was a good thing Alison DiLaurentis was dead.
She walks into her house alone after Lucas leaves, still smiling, even though she's soaking wet. She feels like she's never been happier... when her phone rings. One new text message.
If only Alison could see you now.
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review. please don't favorite without reviewing!