Title: All the little things.
Summary: Emily\Hanna. Drabble. They know each other better then they know themselves. They remember all the little things.
Authors Note: Emily\Hanna may just be my favorite couple to write for. This is set after the season three finale, 4.01.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did Hanna and Emily would be living happily ever after together.
Black. Red. White. They mix together and blend until neither Hanna and Emily can tell the difference between the two. Black is the colour that they wear, the colour of the cloth that covers their skin. Red is the colour of blood, it marks their skin, their hearts, their lips. White is the colour of innocence, of purity, it's surrounds them and fools them, it's on their nails and the furniture.
Emily remembers every little thing about Hanna. She knows her better then she knows herself. She knows how she likes to scoop up the chocolate power on the top of her hot chocolate with a spoon. She knows how she likes to sleep with a thousand blankets when it rains. How she prefers to bite straight into ice-cream instead of licking it. Emily knows every little thing about Hanna. She knows how her favorite colour is pink, not a hot pink, not a bright pink, not a baby pink but a pastel pink. She knows how she likes cats over dogs because they're more regal. She knows how she detests horror movies but can't help but watch them, again and again until she isn't scared anymore.
Hanna remembers every little thing about Emily. She knows the girl better then she'll ever admit. Emily likes green tea and wool blankets and lots of cushions. She loves elephants and tigers. If she didn't swim she would be a tennis champion, or so Emily would like to believe. She can't cook to save her life, the only meal she can cook is pasta and most of the time she fails at that. She loves baking. She hates her job.
They get drunk. They spill their deepest darkest secrets and Emily swears that she isn't in love with Hanna Marin. She just likes her the best and Hanna tries to convince herself that the things she feel towards Emily are false. She can't be in love with her best friend and Hanna doesn't like girls. It spills from their lips at the same time,
"I think I'm in love with you," the silence gathers around them, enclosing them, trapping them and then they burst into a fit of giggles and dance until midnight. They just want to forget, forget that they attended yet another funeral. Forget that the world is falling apart around them, forget that their world is one whole big mess that they can't control.