Author's Note: Slightly random. Hanna and Spencer are the only close 'friends', the rest of the girls come later. Definitely AU.
Oneshot: Based on an idea I had: If Spencer was involved in some trouble and she up and left Hanna behind when she needs her the most, but shows back up months later expecting...read to find out. Promise, There's A Happy Ending.
Flashback:
"Aghhhh!"
"Han!" Booming footsteps could be heard rushing up the stairs. "Hanna!" The bodily figure finally gets to the top of the stairs and sprints to the intended room.
Not bothering to knock, the brunette brashly barges in, almost knocking the door off its hinges.
"Well, well, well. Look whose come to 'save' you sweetie, you're princess charming."
"Spencer!"
"You let go of her, right now." Spencer Hastings grounds out through a clenched jaw, settling her gaze on the sight in front of her.
Where one, Tom Marin held his own daughter in a firm choke hold.
He chuckled darkly. "How about, no."
And the brunette practically growled. "Han, are you alright?"
There was a long-awaited pause before the half-naked blonde hesitantly nods. "Y-yes."
"Shut. Up!"
The loud roar that erupted from the man holding her made her jump and whimper.
Spencer desperately struggles to keep her composure. "I swear, Mr. Marin..." She glares.
The man chuckles in amusement once more. "What? You gonna beat me up, little girl." He sneers. "As much as I appreciate how much you care for my daughter Spencer, I think you better get out of here. Now."
"Or what?"
"Spencer..." Her girlfriend protests, practically shaking like a leaf in her father's arms. "...what are you doing? Go."
"No!" The brunette unexpectedly reaches behind her.
"I think you better listen to her, Spencer." Tom levels her with narrowed eyes.
"Yeah?" The irate teenager raises her eyebrows before bringing both arms back around her body, this time with a black, solid object in her hands. "Well I think you better step away from her. Now."
Hanna gasped and then was immediately positioned in front of the large body that was the man holding her captive.
"Ah, so the little girl brought a gun to a fist fight...I have to say Spencer, I'm impressed."
"Spencer, what are you doing?"
The brunette could hear how pissed the blonde was, but she could also see how worried she was.
"I'm doing what I have to do, Hanna." She switched gazes. "And I'm not going to say it again, Mr. Marin."
But the tall man keeps using his daughter as a shield and she couldn't get a clear shot.
"Come on, Spencer. Why don't we put the gun down and talk about this." He requests and Spencer had to stop herself from putting a bullet between his eyes just for thinking he had the right to...but she could tell he was getting desperate.
"No, I'm done talking." She replies with no remorse.
"Spencer, please..." Hanna pleas.
The brunette ignored it. "Let. Her. Go. Now."
"Spencer."
"Now."
This time, the blonde realizes the tall girls gaze was on her.
And her expression said it all.
"Now."
It doesn't take long to put the pieces together.
"Now, Hanna!"
And not a second later the blonde was hitting her father where it hurts, ducking out of his arms, and falling to the floor.
Before either party could piece it together, a shot goes off in the dimness of the room, a body falls to the floor, and then silence.
And more silence.
"Sp-Spence."
Snapping out of the shock at what she'd just done, the brunette blinked once, twice.
The gun hit the floor.
"Spencer! Snap out of it!"
Taking in a sharp breath, Spencer's senses suddenly came back, and she took note of the blonde still on the floor in front of her.
"Oh god, Hanna!" She ran over, dropping to her knees in front of her, holding the other girl's face in her hands. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Spence, but you just..." The blonde's gaze drifted and Spencer's followed it.
Sighing, the brunette turned her chin to face her. "Hey, come on babe. Keep your eyes on me."
Visible tears start to build up in the Marin's eyes. "Oh my gosh, Spence." She practically tackles the brunette into a fierce hug, burrowing into her neck. "I was so scared. Thank you."
Spencer fell back onto her rear, tightening her own two arms around the younger girl, fighting back her own tears for whole different reasons. "He didn't...he didn't touch-"
"No!" She heard the blonde immediately deny. "No...he-he didn't get that far, I wouldn't, believe me Spencer I wouldn't-"
"Okay, okay, shh, shh, shh. Everything's fine, everything's going to be alright." The brunette whispers soft assurances into the sobbing girl's ear, rocking them back and forth.
Just then, in the midst of that, both girl's began to hear sirens.
And lots of them.
"Han...did you call the cops?"
"N-no."
The brunette inwardly cursed.
Da*mit, the neighbors must've heard the shot go off.
Not thinking, she started to move.
And Hanna starts to panic. "Wh-where are you going? S-Spencer, please, please don't leave. Please-"
"No, no, no, hey shhhh..Han, I was just standing...can-can we stand?"
After a few hesitant seconds, she could feel the girl nod into her.
"Okay..." The brunette practically lifts the both of them until their standing upward. "Okay...good, good."
"ROSEWOOD POLICE!"
Spencer feels the blonde jump, shaking in her arms, while at the same time feeling her own heart jump out of fear.
"Spence-Spencer? Th-they can't, their not going t-to-"
"No, no, sweetie." The brunette looks down at her with promise. "They're only here for him, that's all, you're safe, I promise."
And she doesn't look away until she sees the shorter girl nod with certainty that she was telling the truth in her eyes before she burrowed herself back into her body.
Then she hears it.
The heavy foot steps coming up the steps, the yelling of officers.
She had seconds. Minutes at the maximum.
Finally she gulped, pulling away slightly. "Han, Hanna...I'm going to need you to let go of me for a second."
She couldn't believe she was doing this.
"W-what?" Questioned the girl still clung to her shirt. "Why?"
"Shhhh." She quiets the girl down this time so that the officers didn't find them. "Please, just do it, Hanna." She's suddenly pleading and Hanna is bewildered as ever looking up into soft brown irises.
But nonetheless, she lets go of her and Spencer almost wants to run immediately to safety but halts herself. She couldn't leave, not yet.
Not without an explanation.
Instead she stealthily snags the fallen gun off the floor (not before safetying it) and sticks it in the back of her jeans.
"Spencer, what's going on?"
"Hanna, I'm going to need you to stay calm when I tell you this."
"Tell me what, Spencer? You're scaring me." The blonde takes a hold of the taller girl's arm once again, holding tight.
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry." The brunette's voice was laced with overwhelming guilt as the tears started to build. "I...I have to leave, Han." She starts to pull away.
"What? No!" The younger girl immediately protests, desperately pulling at the arm that was firmly but gently trying to pull out of her grasp.
Spencer's hand immediately found the blonde's mouth, covering it. "Shhh...Hanna, I do, I do have to, I...I'm in trouble, okay? I got mixed up into some stuff and now I'm in trouble, I can't...I can't let them find me here or I'll be arrested. I-I'm sorry, please you have to let me go, you're making this harder than it has to be." She tried pulling out of the tight grasp once more with no luck.
"Spencer, no. No, I am not letting you go." The tears were now flowing freely down the blonde's face. "I don't care what you did. Please, baby. Please don't go."
And Spencer cursed that ever-living guilt that stung through her whole entire body.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the shorter girl's head before slipping the black beanie off her head, it was her favorite. "I'm so sorry, baby." She gently pried the blonde's hands off of her arm with one hand while the other cups her hands together and presses the soft material into them. "I love you, okay?" Her voice cracked.
"No, no, if you loved me you wouldn't leave, Spencer." The blonde cried, one last attempt to get the brunette to stay...
"Hey, I do love you, Han. No matter what anyone says when I'm gone... the only reason I'm leaving is because if I'm caught I may never see you again, well not without five inch thick bullet proof glass between us anyway and maybe not even then, but I. love . you, and I want-no I need you to remember that, okay?"
And for once, the blonde nods mutely...still wanting to be adamant on the subject but not enough to never see her again if she yells and the police finds them.
"Okay..." The brunette pressed another soft kiss, this time to the girl's lips before walking over and slipping one leg out the window.
One last look was shared between the two teenage girl's before another leg went out the window and she was gone.
Completely, and utterly, gone. Just like that.
Hanna whimpers.
"ROSEWOOD POLICE! WE'RE COMING IN!"
And then the door is bursting open for its second time, only this time the blonde knew it wasn't her 'Princess Charming' on the other side of it.
She falls to the floor, head between her knees, not bothering to spare a glance at the officers swarming in or even the fallen body of her 'sperm donor' in the small room.
And she sobs.
End of Flashback
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[ Six Months Later ]
"That was the worst movie I've seen in my entire life!"
"Yeah, booooo!" Several kernels of popcorn were thrown a certain brunette and blonde couple's way who had suggested the movie.
"Hey! That was a great movie." Emily protests, unwrapping a long arm from around her girlfriend to throw popcorn back at the smallest brunette in the room.
Aria scoffs, blocking her herself from small popcorn bits.
"Hey, hey, hey. You know what happened last time, there will be no throwing of popcorn kernels in this house you two, cut it out." Hanna declares from her spot in front of the tv on the floor, leveling the both of them with a look. "And Alison, please do keep your woman in check."
The only other blonde in the room, plus Aria, erupts into full on laughter while a grumbling Emily sticks her tongue out, petulantly.
"Alisonnn...she's being mean to me." The brunette all but whines, sulking.
The blonde continues her giggling.
"Alison!"
"W-I'm sorry!" The blonde exclaims, grinning. "I'm sorry, baby." She leans in, kissing the swimmers cheek. "Here, does this help." And before a floored Hanna could blink, a popcorn kernel was thrown, hitting her directly in the eye.
"Ow! Seriously?"
In turn, it was the swimmers turn to burst into laughter as the other blonde glared at her. "That did make me feel better, thanks babe." She turned her head, now returning her girlfriend's affection wholeheartedly.
Aria gagged.
...But Hanna frowned, looking down.
She envied them...she missed Spencer...so much that it way more than hurt her, it downright weakened her when she thought about it.
In the corner of her eye she saw her friend, who wasn't distracted with anyone else's mouth ( or tongue, gag), give her a look of sympathy.
She didn't want her sympathy.
'You okay?' The small brunette mouthed, and the blonde gave her a tight lipped smile in return.
'I'm fine' She mouthed back, yet the brunette still cleared her throat, causing the couple to somehow possibly pull away from each other.
After gaining a glare from them both, with which the Montgomery returned wholeheartedly, they both realized their mistake.
"Oh Hanna..."
"Guys, please. It's been six months...it's f-"
A loud knock on the front door startled them all. They looked around at each other.
"Who could that be?" Alison questions the blonde, who shrugs.
"I don't know, as far as I knew I had the house to myself tonight." Her eyebrows furrowed as the knocks became more rapid and pronounced...
...Although, it wasn't enough to get her standing from her very comfortable spot on the floor.
"Emily? Would you pleaseeee be a dear and get that for me?" She requests with a pleading look and puppy dog eyes, seeing as the brunette was the closest to the front door.
The swimmer groans in protest, but stands up anyway.
"Thank you!" The blonde calls out, being flipped the bird at the gratification, but still grins, nonetheless satisfied at not having to move an inch before stuffing a considerable amount of popcorn into her mouth.
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[ At The Door ]
Knock, knock, knock, knock
"Hold on!" The jock rolls her eyes and huffs as she finally reaches the door. "Geeze." She mutters, wondering who the h*ll could possibly-
"Pizza Delivery!"
The brunette's hand pauses at the knob.
No one ordered pizza.
She furrowed her eyebrows, before cautiously leaning slightly forward to gaze out the peep hole.
But the swimmer could see nothing but a dark silhouette of a tall and slightly lanky figure.
"Hmm," She shrugged, leaning back on her heels before reaching for the door handle once again, this time opening it.
"Um...were you the one who ordered the extra large pizza?"
And immediately, several things set the swimmer's spidey-senses off about this stranger...
But the first and prominent being that the stranger did not in fact have a pizza box anywhere in her vicinity as far as she could see.
"We didn't order any pizza...and you don't have a pizza."
The girl, who couldn't be much older than herself, in front of her grimaced and gave a nervous laughter. "Right...didn't think that one through much, did I?"
"No. You didn't." Narrowing her eyes, the tan girl closely evaluated the tall brunette in front of her.
The girl had on all black and a red beanie atop her head, still smiling with that nervous yet determined look on her face.
"Um..."
"Who are you?"
The 'pizza deliverer' almost looked taken back at the bluntness of the question, but quickly composed herself. "Ah, not one for much subtly are you?"
The swimmer straightened up, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well you tell me, you're the one who showed up here claiming to be a pizza delivery person, which you are clearly not, and then show up with no pizza."
The taller brunette snickers. "Touché...I guess you can say I didn't exactly...deliver, huh?"
And if there was any time to make the worst joke ever at the worst time ever, it would've been that one.
Ultimately the joke fell flat as the swimmer continued to glare her down.
"O-Kay, not one for many jokes either, got it." The stranger straightens up, face becoming solemn as she held out a hand in a well-mannered fashion. "Right, so I'll just get to it then, I'm Spencer Hastings, I'm looking for a girl by the name of Hanna Marin, do you know her? Did she...move or something?"
There was a pause.
"Wait, wait. You're Spencer?"
"And you are...-?
"Thee Spencer!?"
As the girl in front of her became more vocal and high pitched, Spencer flinched, suddenly feeling a lot more tense then she had originally felt just walking up the driveway.
"I-"
"Emily?" Another voice questioned from inside, a disembodied one until she stepped into view beside the other brunette in the archway. "What is with all the yelling?"
She was blonde, and shorter than her, with almost the resemblance of the blonde she was in search for but not nearly as beautiful, in her eyes.
"Who is this?" The blonde seemed to just take note of her outside the door, and as her gaze set on her, Spencer immediately came to the conclusion that the girl was definitely the alpha-women type and probably someone you really didn't want to mess around with.
The blonde's eyes bore into what felt like her soul.
Spencer visibly shivered. Yeah she was definitely not getting on her bad side any time soon.
It was then that the girl, who's name she picked up as Emily, spoke.
She turned her whole body around, going back and forth from the blonde to her, anxiously. "Get this, this is Spencer."
And immediately, the blonde in front of her gaped, then closed her mouth, then gaped again. "Oh my god, What!? Thee Spencer!"
"I know!"
Spencer inhaled, shaking her head, beginning to see a pattern she decided it was time for her to step in. "Okay, I'm sorry. Obviously you two know me but I feel like I'm at a disadvantage here, who are you? And please tell me one of you know where I can find my girlfriend."
A second pause...but this one had so much tension in its silence, Spencer felt as though she were choking...though that was probably mostly due to her racing heart.
"Girlfriend?" It was grounded out and basically spat at her, all from the scary blonde's mouth as her glare set on her, she took a step closer and Spencer almost jumped back. "Do you know what you did? To Hanna? Our best friend. What you're still doing to her? You b-"
"Ali!" Emily reaches for the blonde girl, Alison, and immediately pulls her back into her arms and away from advancing on the taller girl.
So much for not getting on her bad side
"Alison, calm down." The swimmer sighs, running a hand through long locks. "Go get Hanna."
"What?" Alison almost looks scandalized at the request, but one look from the brunette beside her and she immediately closes her mouth and starts back the way she came...but something told Spencer the girl didn't lose arguments much, or take them very well when she did.
Watching the blonde disappear from immediate view, Spencer could feel herself and her heart relax just a little more.
She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Never good being on her bad side, huh?"
The other brunette glared at her.
And Spencer clamped her mouth shut.
Tough crowd.
...
"Ali, why are you being so weird? Who could possibly-"
"Hanna, just trust me. This is something you may be interested in...just...just prepare yourself, hun. " The blonde steered the other blonde by the shoulders in the direction of the foyer.
"What's that supposed to mean?" A clearly skeptical Hanna and Aria, who trailed behind them, questioned in unison.
Alison bit her lips. "Just do it, Hanna." She sighed, then eyed Aria behind them before turning back forward before they finally reached the foyer. "Okay, Hanna. Listen, what you're about to see-"
"Alison, please." The blonde impatiently pulled out of the girl's hands and walked a few more paces forward in view of the front door. "Whatever it is can't be that-"
"Hanna! Wow...you look...I-I mean, well...how-how are you? Thank god, I thought I'd never get in to seeing y..." The tall brunette outside the door rambled, trailing off when she realizes the blonde in question had been frozen in place for the last few seconds. "Uh, Hanna?"
The blonde stepped back. "S...Spencer?"
"Uh...hi." The nerdy girl gave a nervous smile, putting her hands behind her back that were visibly shaking.
The other girls in the room looked between them both, in anticipation.
Hanna had told them much about their history together.
So when the blonde finally took steps forward and even closer into the brunette's reach, they all stepped forward protectively.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" It came it harsh, harsher than Hanna had met for it to be, but she was hurt, and just maybe the brunette deserved it.
Spencer flinched. Not knowing what she was expecting, but it definitely not being that. "Uh...pizza delivery?"
"What?"
"Nothing." The brunette quickly dismissed, cursing her internal self. "Nothing, um..." She eyed the three girls eyeing her with mixtures of curiosity, hostility, and suspiciousness before giving her attention back fully on the blonde she'd been waiting for. "May I come in?...and can we talk...alone?"
Both Emily and Alison were the first to protest but Aria shook her head.
"Guys! Guys!" The tiny brunette shouted over their bickering, effectively shutting them up, she sighed. "I think we should leave them alone."
Hesitating whole-heartedly at first, but after several attempts of avoiding Spencer's pleading look from the door, Hanna herself agreed. "Okay, she's right guys."
"Hanna, you can't be serious."
"What happened to no second chances?"
Spencer frowns.
"I know, I know, but we need to talk." The blonde stated to her friends, once again desperately avoiding the brunette standing just outside her door.
"Please, guys." She pleaded again, seeing two out of three of her best friends hesitating to argue.
In the end, it was Aria who had began practically pushing the couple up the stairs at Hanna's request and their irritation, especially Emily's.
It was clear that out of the four girls, her and Hanna were definitely the closest.
And sometimes that met threatening people from time to time.
Both of them could vouch for that.
"Hastings." Emily had finally refused to being pushed, stopping on the top stair. "You hurt my best friend in any way..." She peered down at the uneasy girl. "And I will make your death look like an accident, get me?"
Spencer's eyebrows shot up and Hanna's eyes begged Aria to get the brunette out of there.
Rolling her eyes, the small brunette did as asked, continuing up the stairs and pulling a begrudgingly Emily and Alison behind her.
"Come on, you two..."
...
Once all the girls were gone and out of sight, left was just Hanna and Spencer.
The tension that filled the air before was nothing compared to this.
Crossing her arms over her chest protectively, the first thing the blonde did was clear her throat. "She's kidding."
"I'm really not!"
"Emily!"
Hanna groaned and a small smile took to the Spencer's features.
At least someone else was just as protective over the beautiful blonde as she was.
She sighed. "Hanna..."
"Don't, Spencer. Just..." The blonde turned away from her and began walking away.
Biting her lip, the brunette took that as her cue to follow and seeing as she hadn't been invited in, invited herself in and shut the door behind her before briskly following the girl.
She ended up in the family room as expected and was immediately bombarded with questions.
"Why, Spencer? Just tell me." The blonde stood in her personal space, yet close and not too close, gesturing wildly.
"Hanna-"
"What were you even doing at my house that night anyway?"
"Hanna-"
"And why did you have a f*cking gun?"
"Hanna."
"And how could y-"
"Hanna!" The brunette finally yelled, placing her hands on each of her shoulders, and getting the blonde's attention. "Just relax."
There was a pause.
A pause where they just stared into each other's eyes...
Then the blonde shrugged her touch off, moving away to sit on the couch. "Don't tell me to relax, Spencer."
Spencer sighed, running her fingers through dark hair. "Right...I've missed that."
The blonde looked up sharply. "Missed what?"
The older girl chuckled. "You, being stubborn." She walked to stand in front of the sitting girl.
Hanna glared.
"Six months, Spencer. It's been six months."
The brunette immediately sobered, sighing again. "I know...I know..."
"Do you!? I cried myself to sleep for weeks, week after week, after you left. Not for my dad, not for me, but for you Spencer." The blonde chokes. "And you know what? You didn't deserve it."
"Hanna, please don't..."
"What? You don't want to hear the truth!?" The blonde stood abruptly. "You don't want to hear that I was so...terrified for you that I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, that the only thing that kept me from falling completely apart was the girls and the fact that I had one teeny tiny sliver of hope in my heart that you weren't somewhere dead or locked up!"
"Hanna! Stop! I'm sorry, okay!"
It had slowly became a game of cat and mouse, the shorter girl hitting the brunette and backing her backwards until she fell onto the opposite couch.
"You're sorry!? Do you think that 'sorry' makes up for those six months!? For leaving me without an explanation, Spencer!?" Tears were streaming down the blonde's face as she yelled, possibly waking the neighbors and surely getting the attention of the three girls upstairs, who were probably already listening anyway.
The blonde exhausted herself until she fell onto the couch beside the brunette, sobbing.
Spencer's jaw clenched, and still she cried for her, or better yet because of her.
"How could you...I just thought...if you loved me-"
"Hey! I do love you."
"Do you!?" The blonde turned to face her. "Because if you loved me, you wouldn't have left me Spencer!"
"I left because I had to, Hanna!"
"What do you mean 'you had to'!?"
"I mean..." The brunette's voice softened a considerable amount, standing and walking away, but so her back was facing the upset blonde.
She couldn't stand to see her cry.
"...I had a history...a history that you didn't need to be involved in."
"History?" Behind her, the modern day fashionista tentatively questioned, literally on the edge of where she was sitting.
The ex-field hockey player sighs, spinning abruptly back around on her heels. "Yes, Hanna. A history."
"..."
The blonde rolls her eyes and gives the clueless Spencer an expectant look.
"Well?"
Spencer huffs. "Well...it's complicated."
"Then uncomplicate it." The girl opposite her glares.
The brunette rolls her eyes this time, but continues anyways. "I..." She hesitates. "Hanna, I shot a man."
Immediately the blonde's features soften at that tone of voice, she knew that tone of voice. "Spencer...that was purely self defense, you know that-"
"I-I know, I know. I just-" The tall girl breaths through her nose at this, shaking her head. "I...Hanna, he was your father and...and regardless if you hold it against me, I hold it against me."
"Well don't." The girl in question immediately shuts down. "What he did, could've done...Spencer, I was so so grateful for you that night and I never even got to properly thank you for saving me..." The blonde looks about to cry again. "...I'm just...I just don't understand you Spencer-not, like I thought I did..."
Biting her lip, a nervous looking Spencer sighs. "Then ask." She decides to put it all out on the table.
Hanna looks up at her sharply, suspiciously. "What?"
"You heard me." She goes to sit down beside the blonde, a respectful amount of space away. "Ask away."
"So now you're an open book?" The blonde still looks bewildered and upset, and Spencer couldn't really find it in herself to face her.
The guilt overbearing.
"You want the answers bab-Han...just ask." The brunette rubbed her palms together nervously, looking down.
And the blonde could've sworn she heard her whisper. "Any things better than seeing you cry."
Hanna's eyebrows furrowed. "Okay..." She sighs, deciding to settle her gaze on the side of the brunette's face; seeing as she wasn't going to look up at her any time soon. "Why were you at my home that night?"
The answer comes out fairly quick and Spencer finds it a relief that she picked an easy question first. "That's simple, I was actual just coming over to ask if you wanted to hang out."
"How did you get in?" Came the immediate second question.
Spencer closed her eyes. Of course the blonde wasn't going to make it easy.
"...I picked the locks."
"You pick locks?"
"Yes."
Rolling her eyes, the blonde let out a frustrated huff, having gotten no elaboration (purposefully) on the subject.
Yet, she carried on...anyways that wasn't the most important question.
"...why did you have a gun? "
That was.
"It's my dad's." Was the brunette's immediate answer.
Hanna narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the girl from the side of her while Spencer tried desperately not to flinch.
"I didn't ask who's gun it was, I asked why you had it, Spencer."
"..."
"Spencer."
This was it.
And If she was going to do this she didn't think she could look at the blonde while doing so, the brunette abruptly stands to walk a little ways away — but an ungiving grip catching her wrist prevented that.
"Here, Spencer."
D*mnit
The taller girl reluctantly allows herself to be dragged back down onto the couch.
"Okay...so, like I said it's complicated...complicated as in trouble, trouble as in something I accidentally got involved in-"
The blonde clears her throat and Spencer could swear she was seconds away from sweating. Profusely. Which was never a good sign.
"I had...I used to do drugs." She timidly announces.
And it was safe to say Hanna's reaction was as expected.
"What!?" The blonde stands.
"And I'm in a gang." The ex-jock blurts out yet another confession in her anxious stage before, once again, cursing.
"WHAT!?" Now the blonde looked a mixture of puzzled, on edge, and very much the definition of pissed.
Spencer was quick to correct her mistake. "I-I mean I was, I was in a gang."
"Wh-is that supposed to make me feel better! Spencer, I can't believe you, you-you did drugs! An-and-" The blonde cuts herself off, taking a deep breath and attempting to calm down before she fainted or utterly attempted to murder Spencer. "How? Just...?" She gestures wildly the brunette's way.
Spencer shook her head, gazing downward. "Listen, without giving away too many details...I told you I just got caught up in some stupid things with the wrong people."
"Yeah, you sure as h*ll did!"
Clearly, the blonde was riled up.
"Hanna, please."
And the brunette pleaded with not only her words but her eyes, which eventually (after a bit of a stare off) got the other girl to take her original seat beside her again. Unfortunately, even further away.
"Spencer...I don't understand...why? Why would you do all that? Gangs? Drugs? I-I feel like I don't even know you-"
"No, except you do know me." The older girl firmly cuts in, scooting closer, relieved that the blonde girl didn't move away. "I'm Spencer, the same geeky Spencer who tripped over you the very first day I met you and blushed for more hours than I care to admit afterward, then ran into you again and not being able to think of a single word to say, made some horribly, horribly nerdy joke that surprisingly you laughed at...it being filled with at least eighty-nine percent pity on my part."
Hanna could feel the tiniest of smiles trying to assemble it itself onto her features before she attempted to contain herself...but the brunette beside her caught the small action and it encouraged her to keep going.
"I'm the same Spencer, who sometimes can't take her head out of her books long enough to pay any attention whatsoever to the outside world, and yet thankfully I still had a certain extroverted blonde to distract me and pull me back out when I needed it."
This time the blonde contained herself and kept a straight face, but internally she was at war with head and heart.
Seeing no reaction, Spencer continued.
"And the same Spencer who likes to wear beanies instead of hats, likes to read books instead of watching the movie, the same Spencer who likes quiet rooms and not crowded and loud ones...prefers blonde's over brunette's...even if we are complete opposites." The brunette declares her last sentence quietly and almost as an afterthought to herself. "But Hanna, you already knew all that about me, that is the real me. I just..." The tall girl begins to trail off, looking distressed.
"You just what, Spence?" The blonde finally speaks after a moment, very aware that her voice had gotten considerably softer in the last few minutes, even though she was supposed to be angry at the girl.
Spencer looks blankly down into blue eyes for a few seconds before snapping out of her stupor, and true to the Hasting's name, she jumps at the chance to explain herself this time. "Okay, It was...it was before I met you. I was going through some thing's with my school work, my parents divorce, I just...I needed an outlet, I needed to feel alive again...the gang and the drugs were supposed to do that for me."
"And it didn't?" Questioned the blonde beside her, now clearly hanging onto each and every word that came from the taller girl's lips and into her ears, trying to get a true understanding of it all.
"No..." The slightly nerdy girl ponders silently, gazing downward to the floor and hanging her head. "No actually it didn't, not at all."
Silence.
Taking the initiative and swallowing slowly while doing so, Hanna reaches over and hesitantly takes the taller girl's hands in her own...at last, finally sort of realizing where the brunette was coming from.
Having initially froze at first contact, Spencer quickly relaxed at the comforting gesture, even going as far as intertwining their fingers.
She looked at their hands together and smiled lightly.
And although Hanna tried desperately not to show it, she did the same.
"But you..." The brunette quietly begins, gazing back up at the blonde.
"...you did, Hanna."
"Me? W-what did I do?" The blonde was clearly distracted, snapping out of her daze and looking up at the brunette, baffled.
A small smirk made its way to the corner of the taller girl's lips, looking down and slightly fiddling with their hands together before looking back up, gaze intensifyingly set on the other girl .
"Yeah, you came waltzing, horribly by the way, into my life with no hesitation and changed it forever...and believe me when I say very few people has ever done that, and still certainly not like you had. Hanna, you were...amazing, and just what I needed, just in time...my outlet, the one and only thing I needed to feel alive again, the only thing that I...I still need to feel alive..."
By then both girls could feel the tears building, refusing to let them fall.
Both of them fighting a clearly losing battle.
Hanna, for one, could already feel the tears cascading down her cheeks.
She sighed.
"Spencer...s-so that, this is why you ran away when the police came, why you left me?"
Looking into her eyes, the brunette nods guiltily. "I couldn't...I couldn't risk the police finding me there with you, there's no doubt in my mind that they would try and affiliate you with my mistakes and I couldn't let that happen Hanna, I just-I'm not a bad person Hanna, I'm not really, I'm just-
The ex-jock starts to ramble and Hanna is quick to cut in.
"Hey sh, sh, sh." The blonde takes one hand out of the brunette's to run a shaky hand through blonde locks of hair and sighs again. "I believe you, Spencer."
"W...really?"
"Yes...I know you're not a bad person, I know you...you're just...you were just an over stressed teenager looking for an out, I get that...but you were reckless and you were careless Spencer-"
The brunette flinches, looking back downward.
So the blonde reaches out with her free hand and firmly uses her index and middle to lift and turn the brown-eyed girl's head until she was eye level. "And don't you dare do anything like that again, Spencer...because you know what..." She trails off, gaze determined and...loving.
While being forced to be eye level with the blonde, Spencer closes her eyes, expecting the worse
"I love you, you idiot."
And just like that, the blonde crashes their lips together into a searing, mind-blowing kiss...a kiss Spencer hadn't even registered was happening because she was too shell-shocked, to say the least, at the action.
Eventually, the blonde realized that she wasn't going to get any reaction, went to pull away...but then slowly, but surely, Spencer's lips began to move with her own.
And it was seeing fireworks, movie portraying, marvelous.
A few minutes later, both of them slowly pulled away from each other completely, ragged breathing and bruised lips.
Casually biting her lip and sitting back, the fashionable girl swallowed slowly, eyes roaming all around the room, looking at no particular thing, just skillfully avoiding the taller girl's gaze.
This of course, was no problem for Spencer who also skillfully avoided the blonde's gaze while still trying not to look too astonished and delighted at what just occurred.
"Ahem, so...that was nice."
"Yep."
Hanna bites her nails and Spencer can't stop tapping her foot, both of them not knowing exactly what to say.
Basically,
A.W.K.W.A.R.D
Thankfully not five seconds later, not being able to stand the silence a second longer, Spencer takes note of a familiar material the blonde was wearing on top of her head and points it out with no true purpose other than to make the awkward situation less awkward.
"Soooo...I see you kept the hat and actually wore it." She gestures upwards at the black beanie sitting atop the blonde's head, matching her own, though it was red.
"Um, yeah..." For a second, the other girl almost looks put out but continues. "...what else did you think I'd do with it?"
The brunette gives a small noncommittal shrug. "I dunno, throw it away...burn it."
"I thought about it." The blonde admits, a little sheepish.
Spencer grimaces.
"I...I really am sorry, you know?"
Hanna looks over at her with softened features and reaches out with no hesitation to stroke at the girl's cheek. "I know, Spencer...just promise me, no more gangs, no more illegal matters; and definitely, no more drugs."
"I promise." Spencer instantly concedes and doesn't think twice about it.
"Then, I forgive you."
"Really?" The brunette's voice is filled with so much hope that the blonde couldn't help but lean back over and leave a peck at the corner of the taller girl's lips, just a centimeter off of touching her lips completely.
"Yes, really..." She answers, much to Spencer's relief. "...but."
The brunette feels the dread pool into her stomach as the blonde leans in real close.
"...if you think I'm going to let you get off that easily, Hastings, you have another thing coming, so be prepared to do some serious a** kissing later."
And immediately Spencer feels her heart return to its normal speed.
The brunette's face lights up with merriment. "Wouldn't expect any less, Marin."
She smiles. Big.
And Hanna's sure she's sure, her own face reflects the same look. "I love you." She admits.
"I love you too." The brunette brings their hands up and leaves a quick kiss on the back of the blonde's. "So we're good?"
"We're..." The blue-eyed girl hesitates. "we'll get there." Then she gives their hands a comforting squeeze.
Spencer simply nods. "I'll take it."
Then they smile and start leaning in again...
"Ahem." Someone clears their throat.
Hastily pulling away from each other, both Spencer and Hanna reluctantly cut eye contact with each other to look up at the source of where the noise came from.
Spencer flushed.
"Emily..." Hanna groans, knowing exactly where this was going.
"Oh, why wasn't I invited to the party?"
"Emily-"
"No, I'm just saying if you two were going to sit down here and make out with each other-"
"Em." A third voice interrupted with authority, and almost immediately, the brunette's mouth clamped shut and she looked like a kicked puppy. "Stop embarrassing them."
It was then that they noticed the other two in the room.
Spencer realized it was the blonde who spoke, Alison, she came up beside the athletic girl and linked their arms together.
"Come on, killer." She drags the brunette over to the couch opposite of them, and a tinier brunette follows suit.
As they passed them, Spencer took the time to lean over. "Do I need to be jealous of this 'friend' of yours, Emily?" She whispers.
The blonde scoffs. "Yeah, right. Emily and I are just best friends, believe me, she's head over heels, cuckoo for her coco puffs, crazy in love, wired-"
The brunette snickers. "I get it, Han."
The blonde nods, humming. "She's dating Alison, by the way."
Spencer nods. "That explains it then."
Hanna's eyebrows lower. "Explains what?"
"So-" The other blonde in the room suddenly interrupts, all attention directed to her. "As you know we are Hanna's best friends...and obviously you two have made up, so we just have a couple of questions."
"Guys..." Hanna rolled her eyes before placing her head in her hands.
The three of them chose to ignore it.
"What are your intentions with our Hanna, Spencer?"
Spencer's eyes widened a little, they were really going to this. "Um..."
The brunette feels trapped all of a sudden, and as if she knew what was going on in her head and read her thoughts, Hanna reaches out and gently catches the brunette's wrist with her hand, looking up at her friends.
"Guys, can we please do this later? Spencer just came back. I promise you'll have plenty of time to 'interrogate' her another day." She begins to roll her eyes, but then begins to ponder about her last statement.
And as if this time Spencer read her thoughts, she removed her wrist from the blonde's hand and placed her own in, squeezing gently and staring into her eyes. "Yeah, they will."
Hanna smiles.
But out of the corner of her eye, Spencer could see, or better yet, feel, her girlfriend's friends mistrustful gazes on her. Which she knew she rightfully deserved...
...but she wasn't about to give up on winning them over just yet.
She picks her phone up from beside her on the couch and moves it in the air.
"So uh...pizza anyone?"
And almost instantaneously:
"If you're buying, I'm eating."
"Always."
"Thank god, someone said it."
"Now this is why I fell in love with you."
And just like that, she's sure she's at least won eighty-eight percent of them over.
Spencer internally smirks.
Hastings for the win.
She should know after all, after her much, much time spent with Hanna: The fastest way to a girl's heart is through her stomach. She thinks this with one hand interlocked with Hanna's and the other dialing.
...she also knows that this was only the beginning of something very beautiful.
The five spent the rest of that night talking, lounging, eating, and watching movies without a care in the world.
None of them mentioning anything about cops or how Spencer planned to work things out now that she was back.
After all they had plenty of time to talk about that later.
Because one thing was for sure, Spencer planned on sticking around, for a long time.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! Peace! ;)
