Hey guys, I know this is short. This is set after Lucas admitted to ruining Ali's memorial. I know it's really far back but I thought it would be an interesting place to start so please bear with me :) This is my first fanfic so please review and tell me what you think :)


He took a deep breath and a step forward. You'll still have to face her sometime, said one voice in his head but the other was telling him to turn around and run away as fast as he could but he knew it was too late, he had made up his mind; he was going to talk to her. It was her first day back in school since her accident and she was talking to her friend - Aria, right? - And her beautiful blonde hair was hanging graciously over her shoulders. Deep breath, he told himself as he reached out and tapped her on the shoulder with one finger. "Hey, Hanna," he said with his fingers running nervously through his brown hair, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure," she replied in a slightly surprised tone

"Alone," he added, looking at Aria.

Aria looked at Hanna with a questioning look but Hanna gave her a small nod and she walked away. "Yes?" asked the blonde.

"I, uh, just wanted to talk to you and, you know, see how you were feeling," he replied nervously.

"Oh? So we're talking now?" she asked in a mock surprised tone. "I thought you hated me. That is what you said last time we talked, right? Or did I misunderstand?" Lucas felt a pang of guilt. Last time they had talked, he had been a huge jerk towards Hanna, picked a fight with Sean Ackard, her boyfriend and confessed to ruining Alison's memorial which Hanna and her friends had worked so hard on.

"Well….." he started, unsure of what to say. This wasn't going as he had planned. "Look, Hanna, I was drunk, okay? And I was just sick and tired of nothing going my way and I took it out on you although you were nothing but sweet and honest with me."

"Go on," Hanna said, more gently.

"Please forgive me," he pleaded, "I can pay to repair Alison's memorial, if you want and I can help you with those subjects you said you were having trouble in later."

"Lucas," she said, "I already said that I forgive you and that little secret stays between us"

"Yeah but I still need to apologize because although you forgave me, you shouldn't have," he said, "I was such a jerk that night. I deserve for you to never want to talk to me again but please, don't never want to talk to me again."

All of a sudden, Hanna stepped forward and hugged him. He took a big whiff of her hair and it smelt like strawberry shampoo. Mixed with her vanilla perfume it was, he decided, the best smell in the world. It was just a friendly hug but Lucas could barely stand and his head was clouded with bliss. When Hanna pulled away, they were both smiling and Hanna had a look on her face that was a mixture of happiness and pity. When they pulled away, Lucas missed the contact that they just had.

"So I'll see you tonight, then?" Hanna asked.

"What?" Lucas asked, still in a daze from the hug. Had he asked her on a date or something?

"To study, remember? Wow, Lucas, you really do have a bad memory, don't you?" she teased playfully

"To study?" he asked, still confused but then finally, he remembered. "Oh yeah! To study." He was actually a bit disappointed. He had kind of hoped he had asked her out and she had said yes but he knew she didn't feel that way about him and it was best to not get his hopes up.

"My place at seven, then?" asked the blonde, looking at him with her ice blue eyes. Ice, Lucas remembered. He used to think that Alison and her clique had hearts of ice, if they even had hearts at all but becoming friends with Hanna had made him change his mind and realize that they weren't that bad after all. Except for Alison, of course, the dictionary had a picture of her for the word bitch, she was a monster and Lucas was secretly happy she was gone but Lucas wasn't going to talk about that to Hanna. He had come this close to losing her before; no way was he going to risk it again.

"Uh… yeah, sounds good to me," he answered, smiling, hoping that she couldn't sense how happy and excited he was. Things were good between them again and he was so happy that he wanted to scream, but of course, he just stood calmly.

"Then it's a date!" she smiled and walked away. It's a date, she had said. A date. Although he knew she obviously didn't mean it like that, he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. He watched as she walked away and how her heels, which he was surprised she was wearing as her foot had been injured in the accident, hit the floor in every perfect step that she took and how her blonde hair swished gracefully behind her. She was just so perfect.


I know that was short but the next chapter will be up in a bit and it's gonna be a Hanna POV. I need to come up with a couple name for them but I can't decide on one so help with that would be appreciated. If you review and follow my story I'll give you a cookie ;)