A/N: Hope You Enjoy! Two more chapters up very soon.
Summary: Hanna, ghost Spencer, the other girl's, and Rosewooed high school. What events could they possibly get themselves into? Read to find out ;)
"Not even a look to give you away, really Spence? I always get 'the look' from girls."
"Hanna, not all girls who are into other girls— are into you."
"You-"
"I, obviously don't count."
"Fine...well, Paige gave me 'the look'...you know, before the whole her and Emily thing. Even, Maya gave me it— but noooo, Spencer Hastings was too good for the look."
"I wasn't too good for the look, Hanna. I was too terrified that you'd see me and drop me as a friend forever."
"Oh...well, I haven't. And still, it's so weird. I mean, I never even got a single vibe from you. Not once!" The blonde abruptly shouts, throwing her hands up into the air. "Well, besides your clothes of course. But that's just-" She begins to ramble.
"Hanna, Hanna. Calm down." Walking beside her, Spencer quickly places an arm over the shorter girl's shoulders.
They were walking through the school parking lot after all, but thankfully they were there early so there wasn't much people around to see the blonde very feverishly talking to herse-
"Wait, what's wrong with my clothes?" She suddenly halts them, frowning.
Hanna bites her lip, quickly scanning her lover's outfit, before looking back up at her. "Oh nothing, Spence." She shrugs, and they continue walking. "Loooots of straight girls wear beanies, blazers, and sometimes ties." This time it's her turn to halt them both, eyebrows raised. "Okay, seriously, Spencer? Emily's style is less obvious."
Spencer glares.
And the blonde backs off. "Just sayin'." She ducks underneath the tall girl's arm as she opens the door for her. "Thank you." She offers quietly, with a smile back at the brunette.
Spencer winks with her own smile to show that she wasn't too upset with the pretty blonde. "Yeah, yeah." She sidles up comfortably beside the other girl, noting only a couple of people in the hallways.
"So." Hanna leans closer, purposefully bumping into her. "Have you met any more ghostly friends, yet?" She wiggles her fingers in a weird creepy motion.
The brunette quirks an eyebrow at that. "No...actually, i'm pretty sure I'm in a state they call limbo. You know, where I'm sort of caught in between, er..."
Hanna raises both eyebrows, keeping her voice low. "What?" She questions, stopping at her locker.
The tall girl clears her throat. "Um, life and death..." She scratches the back of her neck, watching the blonde pause at putting her combination in.
"Oh." Hanna simply lets out after a second or so, swallowing thickly. "That's...that's very informative." She continues opening her locker up and taking books out.
Spencer sighs. It was such a sore subject. "Hanna, I-"
"You know what, Spence. Lets just not talk about it, okay?" The girl abruptly closes the door of the locker shut and spins towards her at the same time, causing her blonde tresses to rise and fall over her shoulders.
She had been doing that a lot lately, Spencer concluded. Avoiding their situation.
And still...
"Yeah." The brunette waves a hand. "Whatever you want."
But we're going to have to talk about it at some point...
It goes unsaid, but they both knew what she was thinking.
Hanna nods curtly. "Good." She spins around on her heels, pressing forward. "Now, for the reason why we're here so god*mn early." She mutters bitterly, and Spencer chuckles.
The blonde really did love her sleep.
So, when Aria called her up that same morning and asked if she could kindly grab the art supplies from her locker and return it, before their teacher showed up because she wouldn't be able to make it early enough...it did not go over well.
Spencer transpires behind her lover, watching her huff over putting their friend's combination in after her own.
Thankfully, she had managed to convince the blonde to do the tiny brunette the small favor...well, in return for her coming to school with her that day.
Which was totally not in the brunette's itinerary.
She was practically a ghost for goodness sakes.
"I can't believe I'm here. Hanna, how are we even supposed to communicate all day when no one can see me?"
"Very discreetly." Hanna pops open her friend's locker with relief, taking the various paint buckets and brushes out, pouting over at Spencer who seemed to be stuck in between a scoff and laugh.
She wished more in this moment than ever that the brunette could provide her the help she needed.
Okay...maybe that was a bit dramatic, but still.
She groans. "Why does your weird object touching thing have to be selective?" The blonde complains, struggling with the art supplies in her arms as her lover shuts the locker for her.
"Sorry, I don't make the rules babe." Spencer follows after the shorter girl as she begins walking. "Your pout is very cute, by the way." She teases — and Hanna merely sends a glare her way. "What? I never got to say it when we were only friends..." She shrugs.
And Hanna's glare softens... "Fine. You get away with it this time, Hastings." She lowers her voice as two students walk by, throwing them a false smile. "Only because your pout is soooo much cuter." She grins for real this time, over at the brunette— who instantly frowns. "I didn't know you were such a softy, Spence."
"I'm not..." The taller girl crosses her arms stubbornly, doing just that. "And I was not pouting."
"Mhm..."
... ... ...
"So...?" Hanna sits atop an empty desk in the equivalently empty art room before the first bell rings for school to start, absentmindedly twirling a lock of blonde hair between her fingertips.
An action the brunette standing in front her always thought was cute, but...
She removes the shorter girl's hand from her hair, interlocking both of their's instead.
It was a little too..."true" blonde.
"Um..." She receives a questioning stare in return for it. "What was that?"
Spencer simply shrugs. And Hanna hums thoughtfully.
"You know, Caleb used to do that to me too."
"Greaaat, well in that case, carry on..." Spencer whisks a hand through the air, much to the blonde's amusement.
How she hadn't noticed the brunette's dislike for the boy before, she would never know.
"Subtle, Spence." She smirks, squeezing their fingers. "But, speaking of Caleb-" And Spencer's already mid-eye roll. "Something...weird may have happened a couple of weeks ago..."
"Define weird?"
"Well..." Hanna winces at her own hesitation, because she could already see the taller girl trying desperately not to jump to conclusions, she quickly corrects herself. "Nothing like that, Spencer...h-he well, er, he came to me a-and asked me-"
"Oh my god." And now Spencer's on full out panic mode. "Did he ask you to marry him?" She blurts out, obviously not thinking clearly— but they were in their senior year after all. Wasn't that when guys start to ask girls to marry them? "He did didn't he?"
Hanna gapes, and barely manages to sputter out a- "What!?" She begins to scoot closer on the desk she was on. "No Spencer, just let me-"
"C-cause, I could totally ask you to marry me too."
And the blonde's eyes widen at this, because right now her love sounds completely crazy...and the fact that she was actually beginning to get down on one knee-
Hanna shakes her head, snapping herself out of her shock induced daze. "Woah! Wait." She quickly reaches down, pulling the brunette to her feet. "Spencer what are you-" She looks down at the taller girl, incredulous, and was relieved that the brunette looked almost equally as shocked at her own actions. "I love you, but we're only seventeen, okay?"
Spencer quickly nods, clearly still shocked as she was tense and a bit embarrassed— that Hanna could tell from the way she was shifting from one foot to the other and clenching and unclenching her hands.
The blonde quickly grabs hold of them both, pulling the brunette closer so that she was standing in between her legs. "A-and also you're sort of a ghost at the moment..." She says, pressing a soft, yet sure, kiss to the other girl's mouth...which was still pretty weird, but the good kind of weird.
She slowly opens her eyes just to see the brunette with the same expression, peering down at her with uncertainty.
"And no, Caleb did not ask me to marry him." She continues with soft features. "I can assure you if he had, I wouldn't have said yes...trust me."
That was it.
Trust me
She almost instantly watches Spencer relax at those words, though her body language didn't waver. So, she continues again...
"What he did ask, is if I was okay, if I needed anything...if you were okay..."
"Me?" By her facial expression, it was clear the brunette was just as surprised as she initially was.
"I know, I know. But he really asked, I swear. He even offered to...er, comfort me..." At this Spencer could feel her temperature rising, and it must've showed. "Which of course, I declined." The blonde quickly shoots down, calming her lover's emotions that had literally been coming off from her in waves again. They really needed to talk about that, but... "He was just trying to do what he thought, I may have wanted at the time, to feel better."
"Right..."
Silence.
"Good, that was it. And new rule: We let each other finish sentences from now on. Cool?" Hanna hastily fires out, an attempt to cover the awkward pause.
"Uh, yes. That would be wise." Spencer more than gladly agrees, sighing as she moves closer and rests her hand upon the blonde's warm cheek...so much more different than her own now.
"Great..." Hanna lets out a misplaced giggle. "I can't believe you were going to ask me to marry you!" She giggles, like it was the most ridiculous notion.
"Hey, don't knock it."
...apparently, Spencer had different thoughts.
The blonde's giggling abruptly stops. "Wait...what?" She practically squeaks, her eyebrows raised really high...like near comically high, along with her eyes widened.
Spencer merely shrugs, though her hand slowly moves away from the girl's face. "What? I'm just saying it's not that horrible of a thought." Dark brown and loving eyes began to drift away. "...is it?
Hanna blinks. Once. Twice. Her heart beating irregularly in her chest. "N-no, it's not." Truthfully, it was way too early in whatever it was that they had...but she had thought about it once or twice. What else was there to think about when your 'could have been' new lover was lying in a coma? She thought of her and Spence in all sorts of situations...in all sorts of situations. The blonde uncomfortably clears her throat. "Not at all." She gives the brunette a small smile...
And Spencer chews down on her lower lip, nodding slowly. "Right, ahem, but of course— like you said before, we're only seventeen, so that's...that's probably wayyy." She uses a meaningless gesture. "Way in the future."
At the words, a grim thought crosses Hanna's mind, one that had been badgering the h*ll out of her for a day or two now. "Yeah, plus, you haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet so..." She trails off, trying to sound as casual, yet indicating as she could.
"..."
Spencer blinks. "What?" She sounds truly confused, as if it hadn't even occurred to her— and Hanna begins to feel herself frown, before-
"Ha."
The two jump, as there is an amused snicker from the doorway.
"Geez, that must have been the most awkward conversation I've ever heard— and I only heard half of it. That was just a whole lot of unpleasant, to watch."
"And enters, Emily..." The blonde's voice floats throughout the room sarcastically as she slides off the top of the desk and Spencer pulls back. "What's up?"
Rolling her eyes, the brunette girl in question carefully closes the door shut behind her before turning towards her best friend. "Han, you have got to be more careful in public, I originally came in here to see who the crazy girl was, talking to herself."
This time, Hanna was the one to roll her eyes.
"And Spencer wherever you are, don't encourage her!" The swimmer continues, shouting and glancing around weirdly...one would think she was the crazy one.
"Would you like to inform her that I am not up in the atmosphere, nor am I deaf?" Spencer holds a finger to her left ear.
Hanna snorts, before placing her own finger to her chin in thought. "You know, actually Em. Some studies show that talking to yourself improves task performance, keeps focus, and benefits thinking and perception."
"..."
She receives two looks of equally blank stares.
"What?"
"...O-kay, this is like the third time you've spieled some random statistic or fact this week." The swimmer in front of her furrows her eyebrows, working her way closer. "Have you been channeling your inner dork, or something recently ?"
The blonde raises a single eyebrow. "What-"
"And by inner dork, I mean: Spencer Hastings." Emily continues, crossing her arms, and giving the girl a pointed look.
Hanna bites her tongue to keep the laugh in, whilst Spencer gapes in mild offense and just a bit of amusement herself.
"B*tch." She mumbles under her breath, crossing her own arms— though the other brunette couldn't see her, of course.
"Well?"
And now the blonde is blushing...and Spencer's focus is fully on her.
"Um, p-possibly..." Hanna fiddles with her thumb and forefingers, sheepishly. "I've just really missed her, okay?" She whines, pouting at the swimmer's now grinning face— made even worse, because she knew Spencer was right there beside her.
The brunette would surely get a kick out of this.
"Awww...babe..." The blonde finally looks over, and sees Spencer smiling down at her.
She rolls her eyes. "Whaaaaat?" She attempts to frown— but when the tall brunette's arms wrap her up into a loving embrace, encasing her from her side with her knees bent only slightly so that their wrapped fully around waist, she can't help grinning.
"Spence..." She admonishes, pushing against the brunette's shoulder playfully.
"Hanna Banna, missed me. You missed me..." Spencer amusingly sings into her ear, holding her even closer.
"Spence, please-"
"So, what did you read?"
The blonde let's out a groan— and Emily gives her a questioning look. She holds up a finger, pulling out of her lover's arms to turn and face her.
"You know, I missed you. Though now, I'm having a hard time trying to remember why." She raises her eyebrows.
Spencer isn't fazed. "The book?"
Hanna huffs, "It was "Life & Communication For Dummies", by-"
"Oh my god, you actually read that. We all thought Spencer gave that to you as a gag gift."
"Shut up, Emily." The blonde's back to her defensive state, crossings her arms over her chest as the swimmer laughs. She directs her attention back to Spencer to tell her off also, but...
The brunette was practically glowing.
And only Spencer could get excited over her reading that stupid book. "Wow, Hanna. I'm actually really touched you read that for me. Forget Em, that was actually one of my favorite books to read before high school hit, marry me?" She jokes.
Surprisingly Hanna could feel her breathing return back to normal at that. "Okay, Spence." She waves a hand, a smirk on her lips. "This is literally the second time you asked me today...and I'm starting to think you're being serious. I mean if you really want to-"
"What what did she ask?" Emily cuts the joking blonde off with visible interest.
And to Spencer's chargin, Hanna is happy to answer it with a jolt of eagerness. "Spence just asked me to marry her." She commences, proudly.
The brunette begins to roll her eyes, before-
"Oh! Oh! I call best wom-man!"
"Seriously?" She voices, incredulously.
And instead of getting...whatever she expected from the two, she earns herself two creepy grins from the blonde and brunette each.
Just then, someone's phone dings a familiar ring tone.
Emily.
Thank god
The swimmer reaches into her jacket, and checks to see who was calling her during school hours. She knew it couldn't be her mom, she never called during school hours because apparently 'Being in school was for learning, not for playing phone operator all day long'. The brunette mentally rolls her eyes at this, and the only people who ever texted her in school was her friend's or...
...or 'A'.
As if on cue, Hanna's phone also goes off.
"..."
The three participants in the rooms hearts seem to drop in unison...well, Spencer's would have if she could actually feel hers.
The ghost form of the girl cautiously watches as her lover pulls her own phone out of her pocket, and she was there, instantly, looking over the blonde's shoulder.
Everyone holding their breaths...
Slowly peering downward...
And...
"You've got to be f*cking kidding." The words slip out of Emily's mouth, before she could think about them. Not that she regretted it.
I like my humans the way I like my coffee. I hate coffee.
"It's another grumpy cat meme. Seriously? This group texting sh*t has to stop." Hanna throws her hands up, angling her phone to show the taller girl standing behind her— and instantly regretted it.
"Hahahahaha. That's so funny." Spencer laughs, causing her lover to give her a strange look. "What? I don't know what you guys are talking about, Ar has a great sense of humor."
"No, I believe that Aria has, a problem." The blonde counters slowly, shaking her head. "Spence actually thinks this is funny." She turns towards the other brunette.
And the swimmer scoffs. "Of course she does, Spencer's own coffee is near toxic. Why didn't your phone ring anyways?" She directs her last inquiry to her non-visible friend.
"Do I really need to remind her that I am a legit translucent form? Plus I have no idea where my phone is, as if I could touch it. Just tell her I have no need for it, I can communicate wherever, because I can 'pop up' where ever."
And Hanna does so, before adding- "Yeah, Em. Not all of us rely solely on our modern day technology."
...now that really caused Emily to scoff.
"Oh yes, because it was someone else who I heard say that walking around without a phone was like walking around without a brain, or shoes."
Spencer's eyebrows furrow, and her and her lover exchange looks. "Really, Hanna?" She snorts.
And the blonde looks almost offended at the swimmers ability to remember every little thing she says. "That was like...four years ago, Emily. And when I said "not all of us", I didn't mean me." She dutifully points out. "Let it go." She feels the urge to defensively cross her arms over her chest, but instead, takes an unprepared Spencer's hand— pulling her towards the door, just as the bell rung for first period. "Now if you'll excuse us."
Emily shakes her head, trailing behind them— just knowing that poor Spencer, who she was pretty sure was being dragged off of her own will, was doing the same at the blonde's diva storm out.
How two completely opposites fall in love...
She thinks of her own history with Alison, however much more dramatic than her other two best friend's romantic past...
...it would always remain a mystery to her.