AN: Hey guys this is my first fanfiction ever so I really hope you enjoy it! Please please please review, tell me what you love, what you hate, and what I can improve on; I would really appreciate it. So again, enjoy!

{Emily POV}

Once she fell asleep, I got up from where I was next to her and made my way across the room and grabbed my phone off of her dresser, checking the time. It was just past midnight. I sighed, completely awake. I set the phone back down on the dresser and looked around the room. Everything about it screamed Hanna Marin; from the mannequin in one corner, to the empty shopping bags in another, to the giant mirror in another.

I decided to go get something to drink, trying not to wake my blonde friend up, but the door creaked when I opened it.

"Em?" Hanna whispered.

I turned around and gave her a shy smile. "Hey, sorry I couldn't sleep. I'm just going to grab a glass of water," I whispered back.

"Get me one, too." she said, burying her face deeper into her pillow.

I and left the room, creeping silently down the stairs. As I was filling up two glasses, I smiled at how cute she looked when she was tired with her eyes half closed and a pout on her lips. Hanna and I were definitely the closest of our group. Don't get me wrong, I would do anything for Spencer in Aria, but something about Hanna made me feel safe. I knew I couldn't go more than a day without her. I loved her, but there was nothing romantic about it. I wasn't stupid enough to fall in love with on of my best friends twice.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Hanna had fallen back asleep. She was curled into a little ball with her brow furrowed, as if something was troubling her. I set the water on her bedside table and sat on the other bed, my head tilted to the right as I watched her sleep. Woah, creeper status has been reached. I thought and shimmed out of my jeans. I realized that I had forgotten to bring pajama pants , so I climbed under the blankets like with just my underwear covering the lower half of my body and a plain white t-shirt I had borrowed from Hanna's closet.

I couldn't sleep, though. I was freezing cold and I just couldn't get warm. Slowly, I crept over to Hanna's bed and whispered her name.

Without opening her eyes, she gave me a soft "Hmm?"

"I'm freezing," I said softly.

Without objection, she scooted over to the other side of the bed and patted the spot where she had been laying earlier. I smiled and climbed in next to her, immediately feeling warmer. I fell asleep quickly, facing her. Her sleeping face occupied many of the dreams I wouldn't remember in the morning.

I woke up to the smell of bacon. The other half of the bed was empty, and I was alone. Confused because Hanna never ate early in the morning, I rolled out of the bed and stretched before remembering it was Saturday. A glance at my phone told me it was almost eleven. I also had an unread message from a blocked number. Joy, I thought. Not in the mood to read it, I slipped into a pair of Hanna's sweatpants she had left laying on the ground. Now fully clothed, I grabbed my phone and went to investigate the kitchen.

Right outside the bedroom door, I ran straight into Hanna who had nothing but a towel covering her. Her dripping hair implied she had just gotten out of the shower.

"Hey, sorry. Who's cooking?" I asked.

"Aria and Spencer came over right after I woke up. You looked exhausted yesterday, so I just let you sleep," the blonde replied.

I tried to keep the blush off my face as my eyes kept flitting to her neck, then her collarbone, and down to her...Okay! That's enough of that! I thought, mentally beating the crap out of myself as I stepped aside to let Hanna into her room. I walked over to the top of the stairs before leaning against the wall and banging my head into it. All I could see was Hanna's totally kissable collarbone and I shook my head, trying to get the image out. What the hell was happening to me?

You're just sad and lonely right now. Samara broke up with you last week, and Hanna is beautiful. You don't feel anything real for her. I told myself that last part over and over again until I was afraid the words would be scrawled all over my face. Finally, I made my way down to kitchen where Aria was sitting at the counter talking to a Spencer who was staring out the window with her brow furrowed. As soon as I came into view, Aria, who had been in the middle of saying something that was obviously important, came to a full stop.

"Hey, Em," she said, alerting Spencer to the reason the discussion had been cut short.

"What's going on?" I asked slowly, realizing easily that I had been the main topic.

"Is Hanna with you?" Spencer asked.

"No, I think she's getting dressed, why?" I inquired. I noticed the tone in Spencer's voice. The lawyer tone she had acquired from her parents. She only used it when she knew someone would be trying to hide something. Something was definitely wrong.

"Why are you wearing her pants?" Spencer asked quickly.

"I forgot to bring any." I shrugged. Aria sat there quietly, and my eyes widened as I recognized this setup. I was about to be interrogated by none other than Spencer Hastings.

"So you slept in them?"

"No I only found them this morning."

"Weren't you cold?"

"Well, yeah, but I just slept in Hanna's bed."

"With no pants on?"

"What's the big deal? Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm going to be coming on to all of you guys!" I said angrily. But inside, I was terrified. They know something.

"I didn't say that, Em." Spencer said softly. "I'm not implying that at all, it's just..."

"Just what? What aren't you telling me?" I glared at Aria, knowing that she'd be easier to crack than Spencer. I was right. My tiny friend slid her phone over to me. Looking at the screen, I saw an infamous A text. It was a picture of Hanna and I asleep, only I had both my arms around her with my head buried in her neck. I swallowed hard. Beneath it were the words, 'It looks like Emily loves her blondes. It's too bad our Hefty Hanna doesn't know how to use her right.' I swallowed hard, sure that this was the same text I hadn't checked this morning.

"Did Hanna..." I couldn't finish the question, worry was choking me, making it hard to breathe and impossible to speak.

"No, it was just us." Aria said.

I sat down next to Aria and nodded slowly. "You guys, I don't feel that way about Hanna. I mean I love her, but no differently than I love you guys. We were asleep, it was an accident." I said, biting my lip. This next part would be trickier. "I think I'm just upset because I miss Maya, and you know Samara broke up with me. I was probably just so used to holding someone while I slept that I just did it involuntarily. Look, either way, Hanna can't know. I mean, if she doesn't believe me or something, I could lose her. I could lose all of you. I can't let that happen." I finished.

"Can't let what happen?" Hanna asked strutting into the kitchen.

My heart skipped a beat, but I attributed it to the fact that she had almost heard my speech.

"We can't let Emily eat all that bacon, it's strictly against her training." Spencer recovered quickly. I shot her a questioning glance to which she just shrugged.

"Oh please, Em, you can eat whatever you want. You're perfect." Hanna smiled at me.

My breath caught in my throat and I returned the smile, while Aria and Spencer looked steadily down at their plates.

"Well, I have to go meet my mom. I'll see you guys later." Aria said, getting up quickly and heading for the door.

Spencer nodded. "Yeah I have to go help my mom with...lawyer stuff." she mumbled, following Aria.

Hanna just shrugged and winked at me. "More for us then,"

I gave her a nervous laugh and sighed when she wasn't looking. Maybe I do have a thing for blondes. I thought. Blondes who are my best friends and are straight as can be and would never in a million years reciprocate my feelings.

"Actually, Han, I think I'm gonna go jump in the shower." I stated and started heading for the stairs. "God I hate me." I whispered once she was out of earshot.