Hope you guys like this chapter! Because I literally adore writing from Hanna's POV. Next chapter will be another split one, I think. Between Spencer and Toby. And where the drama really heats up!

FYI, lest anyone be offended, the haunted theater that Hanna mentions below is a real story that circulated at my college! I can't make stuff like that up, haha.

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Chapter 11

HPOV

"She did what?!" She asked, completely shocked. She loved her best friend to death, to the moon and back with a quick jaunt through the stars; but damn the girl had a lock on some of the most terrible decisions. Why the hell would she want to go back to her poisonous family?

"She left, Hanna. It was something that she felt like she needed to do." Toby looked morose from his spot on the couch, he rested his head in his hands. But of course he was still defending Spencer's terrible decisions. Of course he was, the love struck idiot. Newsflash Cavanaugh! You're allowed to call out your wife when she's being a moron.

She opened her mouth to reply, but Toby continued before he could speak. "She- she said she'd call me tonight, but I just don't know. Han, do you think that you could maybe... I don't know, go check on her?"

"You don't think she'll realize that you sent me, though? I mean, Spencer might have lost her memories, but she's still smarter than the rest of us put together and then some." And that wasn't even an insult to them. Spencer was probably smarter than any three people in a room at any given time. "I'll go, but-"

"Please, Hanna?"

"Geez, I'm going. Keep your pants on." And then to make sure he still knew that she was always on his side she paused next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Stay positive, Toby. She'll realize you're what's best for her. In Spencer's computer brain we trust."

"Thanks Han," he murmured. His eyes looked red, like he was going to start crying again.

She had to get out of there before she was overwhelmed by stupid boy emotions. A crying boy was basically the worst thing in the entire world. She walked out the door and into her car without another word. She would leave Caleb to comfort Toby. She didn't know how boys did that but she imagined some burping, punches, and maybe some video games. But she was on her well to deal with a whole different monster.

Because an upset Spencer Hastings didn't usually cry. She didn't even act upset. In fact, she typically acted much more chipper than she would on any regular day. She just wanted to deal with anything and everything but what was upsetting her. And despite what Toby thought, Hanna knew Spencer Hastings better than she knew herself, and she knew that she would be upset over leaving Toby no matter what.

She left Toby and Spencer apartment feeling confident that she could cheer Spencer up, but as she drove through the neighborhood that Toby directed her too and pulled up in front of the house that her GPS led her to she was feeling considerably less so. She knew that Spencer was rich, but this was ridiculous. She could have fit about 18 of the house she grew up in into Spencer's flipping mansion.

A large part of her wanted to turn around and leave, but she couldn't do that. She had to try. At the very least she had to make sure that Spencer was okay. Toby deserved to know that. He loved her so much.

So with a deep, fortifying breath, she pulled herself up out of the car and stalked across the well-maintained lawn. This was ridiculous. They probably wiped their asses with gold plated toilet paper. Even the doorknob was fancy and overly ornate. There might have been a door bell, but she couldn't find it, so she rapped on the hard wood.

After a moment the door was pulled open to reveal a man in a suit with slicked back hair, and it took everything that Hanna had in her not to laugh. They did not make their butler, or whatever this man was, dress like a movie butler. "Um, hi. My name's Hanna... I was wondering if Spencer was home?"

"She is. Would you like to wait in the parlor while I announce your presence to Miss Hastings?"

"Um, yeah sure." She ran a set of fingers through her hair as the man led her to the fanciest room she had ever been in. "Should I um, should I take my shoes off?"

"No m'am." Great, now the butler looked like he was internally laughing at her. Was that not protocol around fancy people? "Now, unless you want a refreshment of some sort I will return shortly with Miss Hastings?"

"I'm good," she mumbled and tried to find a piece of furniture that didn't look like it cost more than her car. But the outlook wasn't good. Maybe she should just go ahead and stand. But what if there was some mud on her shoes? She'd stain the plush, white carpet that probably cost more than her entire education. She hadn't even made a dent in her student loans yet, she couldn't afford to drop $100,000 to replace the carpet. And what if-

"Hanna?"

"Oh thank God," she breathed. She plastered on a happy smile that she wasn't quite feeling on her face and turned around to face her best friend who didn't remember her. And honestly, it was kind of a punch in the gut. Spencer had been there for her through everything, and the fact that she remembered none of it killed her. But Toby was suffering enough. She wouldn't complain around him or divert Caleb's attention from his best friend. "Hey, Spence!"

"What are you doing here, Hanna?" She came down and linked arms with Hanna to help direct her to presumably her bedroom. "Why didn't you call?"

"Honestly? I didn't want to give you a chance to ignore me. I've found that sometimes the surprise attack method works the best on you." Well, that and Toby had asked her to come. But Spencer didn't need to know that her husband was an overprotective caveman.

Spencer snorted and pulled open one of the doors upstairs to reveal a bedroom that was as luxurious as the rest of the house. "This isn't really you, is it?"

"Not at all. But every time I tried to redecorate my mom threw a fit and hired an interior designer to decorate it in the most un-me fashion possible."

Hanna jumped as she spotted a small girl with dark hair perched on the bed. "Holy shit! Sorry, but you scared the hell out of me."

Spencer laughed and joined the other girl on the bed. Hanna shrugged and followed after her. At least in this room she didn't feel like any movements that she made would result in her destroying something that cost more than she would make in half of a lifetime. The Spencer she knew would probably wear any destruction like a badge of honor.

Spencer gestured to the other girl. "Hanna, this is my best friend, Emily Fields." She looked at Emily and gestured to Hanna. "And Em, this is Hanna Marin, who is apparently my best friend from college."

That apparently hurt more than she would probably ever admit. They are best friends. But the fact that Spencer had let her upstairs was encouraging. She could have kicked her out on her ass. "We met freshman year. We were roommates and I almost hit her with my car."

"What?!" Spencer interrupted. "You did? Sounds like the start to a beautiful relationship."

"Yep! You walked out right in front of me, you unobservant, idiot!"

Emily looked shocked at the way Hanna was talking, but Spencer only smiled. "I was probably listening to music or something. Em and I met the first day of second grade."

"Yeah!" Emily laughed and gave Hanna this really annoying smirk. Were they having a best friend pissing contest? Because she could definitely get into that. "I was crying because my cousin wouldn't share her crayons with me, so Spencer squirted glue in her hair. The rest went down in history."

"Most Likely to be BFFs in our senior year book," Spencer laughed.

After their story there was a bit of an awkward silence before Spencer turned to Hanna. "Why are you here, Han?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" If it wasn't obvious to her than Hanna really might lose any hope that she had left.

"I think that Toby asked you to come." Spencer's response wasn't a question. She knew why she was there, and Hanna couldn't deny it.

She nodded with an indulgent shrug. "You know how he is. Well, I guess you don't... not really. But if you give him a chance you'll come to find that he's a bit of an overprotective idiot. And I mean that in the best way possible."

"So he's always been like that? Not just because I got hurt?"

What the hell? Has Toby not been telling her the best stories? "Oh my God, that boy clearly wasted all the time that he had with you. Let me tell you one of my favorite stories of you two."

She walked into the party with her three favorite people. She knew that she would have new experiences in college, but hell, she hadn't expected to find the three people that she cared about the most in the entire world. Spencer was her sister from another mister, Toby was the big brother that she had never had and always wanted, and Caleb was just everything. She was so lucky.

But today she was feeling less lucky. She really hated Halloween, but Caleb had insisted that they all attend the campus sponsored party in the supposedly haunted Chapel. The kid was a bit of a ghost nut, although he'd never admit it. Probably his entire life would be made if the found the spirit of the priest that had supposedly hung himself in the rafters.

"Han? Come to the bathroom with me?" Spencer smiled apologetically, but it was unnecessary. She would have offered to go had Spencer not asked. There were a lot more people here than she had thought there would be, and it was no fun to be the friend that gets separated from everyone else.

"We'll be over by the punch," Caleb offered up helpfully.

She leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking away with Spencer. "Do you even have to pee, Spence?"

"Well, no. I wanted to check my make-up though. And to ask you why you look like you swallowed a hornet's nest."

Hanna laughed as they shouldered their way into the bathroom. "I just don't like Halloween much. At least this isn't a stupid costume contest. Because I would have come as an annoyed, stressed out college student."

"You're so weird, Han." She spent about two seconds checking her makeup before realizing it was still perfect. They left together and walked back out into the long hallway. There were only a few people around, but they could hear the loud music pumping in from the theater.

They got about halfway down the hallway before a hand shot out and clasped around Spencer's wrist. "Spencer? Hey, how are you?"

The lilting British tone was nice on the ears, but by the way Spencer tensed up Hanna could tell that the new visitor wasn't all that welcome. "Wren. Are you drunk? What are you doing here?"

"I'm a lil bit pissed, yes. And I- I came to visit someone, but I seem to have lost him. Lucky for me. Why don't you lose your friend, and we can go see what we can get up to in one of these classrooms."

Hanna could see the older guy's hand tightening around Spencer's wrist, and she was about 3 seconds from intervening. She wasn't going anywhere.

"Like I told you last time, Wren. I have a boyfriend, and you're with my sister." Spencer's voice was calm, but she could tell that she was freaked; and why wouldn't she be? "I don't want it now, and I certainly didn't want you to kiss me then, not that you gave me a lot of choice in the matter."

And now she was connecting the mental dots. This was her sister's fuckhead boyfriend that sneak attack kissed her in June. Oh hell no. She didn't really want to leave Spencer alone with him, but she couldn't think of anything else to do. "Do you want me to go find Toby, Spence?"

Spencer turned to look at her, the desperation was more than apparent in her eyes. "I-"

"No need, I'm right here."

She didn't realize how tense she was until she turned around and saw Caleb and Toby standing there. She probably could have like nut punched this drunken British idiot, and maybe she could have gotten Spencer away from him, but it was much more of a sure thing with the boys here. Spencer's inner-feminist was probably dying a little bit at having to be rescued, but as long as everything ended up alright Hanna didn't care what happened.

Toby quickly nudged his way in front of Hanna and next to Spencer and this guy. "You need to let go of her now, alright?"

Caleb grabbed her hand and pulled her backwards to give them plenty of space. She looked over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. This was getting a bit ridiculous.

Wren turned to look at Spencer with a smirk. "Is this the boyfriend?" When she didn't answer him Wren lightly pushed on Toby's shoulder to try to get him to leave. "Listen mate, we were just having ourselves a little chat."

"Spencer, do you want to talk to him?" He looked at Spencer, just to make sure. Hanna rolled her eyes again, because she was pretty sure that they way that Spencer was cringing away from the British Wonder was a pretty sure indication that she didn't want to talk to him.

Spencer shook her head frantically, "No. He just grabbed me, and-"

Toby nodded, obviously having heard enough. He looked down at the wrist that Wren had a hold of, and in one seamless motion Toby yanked Spencer's wrist out of Wren's hand, pushed her behind him, and punched Wren hard across the face. "Now, you're going to leave her alone or you'll have to deal with a lot more than just a bruised face."

It a motion that looked graceful he wrapped an arm around Spencer's waist and directed her back into the theater. "Do you want to go?" Hanna heard him ask.

Spencer shook her head and leaned up to kiss him. "No, I just want to party."

"It was just kind of adorable the way that Toby swooped in there to rescue you." She paused, not sure if she should say more. But Spencer needed to hear it. "And I- I don't know if Toby's opened up to you about his past, but-"

"He told me some things."

And by the haunted look in Spencer's eyes Hanna knew exactly what he had told her. "Well then you know. Toby has some things in his past, some horrific things that would cause him to think twice about ever hurting anyone. And I'm not saying that it's romantic that he hit someone or anything, so don't get me wrong. It's just that- I don't even know. That he loves you enough to do something that he never thought he'd do... I don't know. Am I even making sense?"

"Yeah," Spencer said thoughtfully. "I think that you are."

Was that progress that she was seeing? But before she could respond Spencer's door burst open, revealing a semi-attractive guy with curly dark hair. Who was this? More of the help?

"Alex!?" Spencer jumped up with a laugh and wrapped her arms around the boy. "Oh my God, how are you?"

Alex? Where had she heard that name before? Alex... Oh shit. This was her high school boyfriend, and judging by Spencer's face she also couldn't remember the reason that they broke up. Shit.