A/N: I do not own any of the Pretty Little Liars cast nor do I own Miley Cyrus/Hanna Montana's "True Friends." I may not exactly like Hannah Montana (no offense to anyone who does) but I found that the song described Hanna and Caleb pretty well.
Chapter Summary: Though from two different worlds, Hanna and Caleb have found a friendship within each other. He was a delinquent living in her basement, she was the homecoming queen with secrets and yet they aren't as different as they seem.
The first thing Hanna noticed when she woke up was the note taped to her vanity, the messy scrawl familiar to the blonde and making her grin. It was just something that was quickly jotted down, letting her know that Caleb had drank the rest of the milk but promised to pick a new carton up later, the note initialed with a 'C' at the end. Laughter bubbled in her throat as she imagined him sneaking in to her room, grey beanie in place and combat boots in hand.
We sign our cards and letters BFF
You've got a million ways to make me laugh
You're lookin' out for me; you've got my back
It's so good to have you around
You know the secrets I could never tell
And when I'm quiet you break through my shell
Don't feel the need to do a rebel yell
Cause you keep my feet on the ground
Caleb was one of a kind; a rebel exterior housing a caring interior that knew exactly what to say and when to say it. A genius with cell phones, he was almost teddy bear like in personality. There had been a time not too long ago when all her secrets had come into play, around the same time that she'd jumped into the shower with Caleb. It had been on an afternoon where her mother would not be able to make it home that evening, 'A' had just sent her another demand in order to receive some of the stolen money and she'd had no idea that she wasn't alone. Hanna could still recall what the message read, though it had been nearly two months ago.
'Mmm, that chocolate cake does look good. Eat half then you know what to do- A'
Tears had gathered in her eyes as she divided up the dessert, fork in hand and her stomach twisting itself into knots. Bite after bite she could feel the nausea pooling in her abdomen, the embarrassment of the situation getting to her. Hands shaking, she took the last few bites, slamming the fork down before tossing it into the sink along with the plate. There was a resounding crash as porcelain and metal landed in the basin, but she ignored it as she sprinted towards her bathroom silently. The feeling of the tooth brush in her hand, bristles facing her as she eased it towards the back of her throat, was familiar yet discomforting. What once used to make her feel beautiful now made her feel gross and undesirable.
Footsteps thundered up the stairs just as the tooth brush touched the back of her throat, making her flinch but not causing a gag reflex. Pounding on the door and the sound of Caleb calling her name caused her to drop the tooth brush on the ground beside her, sobs wracking her body as she leaned against the wall.
"What do you want?" she called out, resting her face against the cool tile.
The door was cracked open and he peered in, frowning at the site of her. In one hand was her cell phone, the other fisted by his side.
"I heard the crash and the running feet. I also found your phone on the counter. Are you okay?" he asked, coming to sit beside. "I, uh, read the message."
Hanna groaned. "I'm fine, can I just have my phone and could you not mention this to anyone?" Reaching for the device she scowled as he held it out of her range.
"You can have the phone when you promise never to do that again. Bulimia is dangerous, Hanna. Why would you even do something like that?" His voice was soft with an underlying hint of disappointment.
"Because it makes me feel beautiful, and… I don't know anymore. It's stupid really, but it's an old habit that I just can't break." Her tears started again and he pulled her close, holding her head to his chest as he let her cry into his shoulder.
"You don't need to do this to be beautiful, this 'A' person should mind their own business, because as I see it, you're gorgeous," Caleb said softly.
He helped her to her feet before kissing her forehead, leaving the room without another word. She flushed at his words but grinned, feeling good about herself once again. Hands no longer shaking, she reached for her phone, deleting the message with a satisfied sigh.
You're a true friend You don't get angry when I change the plans
You're here till the end
You pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
'Til it's alright again
You're a true friend
Somehow you're never out of second chances
Won't say "I told you" when I'm wrong again
I'm so lucky that I've found
The one time that they had planned to hang out in public more trouble with 'A' had popped up, hinting that Hanna and Aria rush to Spencer's to help decode a message. When she'd texted him to apologize she'd gotten a simple "No Problem" in return. Upon asking what he had done in her absence and what she could do to make it up, he'd responded by letting her know that he'd tinkered with some phone and that she could repay him but bringing home some of the left over pizza. Caleb had never gotten mad that she'd canceled before, understanding that sometimes things happened where she couldn't make it.
He'd never once said 'I told You So' when she'd made a mistake, instead opting to listen to her reasoning before letting his opinion be known. When she'd gone out to a party, after arguing with him that she had better things to do than sit at home on a Saturday, he never said anything when she'd come home drunk beyond comprehension and confessing how she didn't want him to leave.
A true friend True friends will go to the end of the earth
You're here till the end
You pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
'Til it's alright again
Till they find the things you need
Friends hang on through the ups and the downs
Cause they've got someone to believe in
Granted they hadn't been friends at the time, Caleb had gone and made sure that Ella Montgomery never got to the Art show. By removing the kill switch, he had made Hanna indebt to him. She'd repayed him by not only showing him the rich possible customers but housing him when he'd gotten evicted from the principal's couch. That little moment had sparked a friendship that, though unconventional, worked in its own right.
A true friend
You're here till the end
You pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
No need to pretend
You're a true friend
You're here till the end
Pull me aside
When something ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
'Til it's alright again
You're a true friend
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