A/N: ...nothing much to say so...please enjoy!

"Noel?"

"Sup." The man smirks.

Hanna crosses her arms over her chest. "What are you doing her..." She trails off— realizing who was on his arm.

Spencer!

"Spencer!" She shouts, stepping closer to the outside. "Noel, how-wha-where was she?" She doesn't take her eyes off the teenager...noting that something was off.

Firstly, she was stumbling around standing in one place and secondly, whatever random thing she was giggling at was unbeknownst to her.

Great...she's drunk.

It was then that Hanna notices the other person on Noel's arm, a woman that looked to be in her mid twenties such as herself— and just like Spencer she was stumbling around and giggling ridiculously.

The blonde's eyes narrow. Come to think of it, Noel seemed to be the only one a little close to sober...

"Oh my god, Noel. Don't you dare tell me that you got a seventeen year old girl drunk. Spencer, drunk." She glares.

She was so going to kill him, she eyes Spencer and her glassy eyed image.

"Spence..." She barely whispers out sadly, but neither the teenager nor Noel hears her.

"Woah, woah, woah. Let's not get all defensive." The man throws his hands up at the accusation.

But this time, it was Hanna who wasn't listening— only because she was too busy watching the mystery woman nearly topple over, stumbling into Spencer who despite being in her out of it state, catches her, laughing.

The woman also laughs, leaning in close. Too close, her and the teen's face inches away from each other's.

Noel instantly chuckles, not attempting to break them apart. "Aw, Spence come on, man. You literally had the girls falling over you at the club left and right, don't take mine too."

Hanna frowns. Club. "Ahem." She clears her throat to get the two's attention—

Except neither of them look away from each other, and honestly the blonde doesn't even think Spencer knows she there.

"Ahem." She emphasis again.

And this time, Spencer does look up at her from the other woman. The brunette's eyes seem to suddenly light up at the sight of her and completely forgets about the woman she was holding onto.

"Hey, (hiccup) Hanna!" The teenager expresses as bubbly as Hanna has ever seen her, waving excitedly— definitely a side affect of the alcohol consumption.

Hanna shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. Seriously?

Spencer's grin only seems to widen...just as the mystery woman goes falling towards the ground because she let her go.

Thankfully Noel catches her in time...though Hanna doesn't feel an ouncee of guilt in her for not, not hoping the blonde bimbo busted her a** on the way down.

No one touches Spencer. She thinks to herself briefly, while getting a firm grasp onto said brunette's erratically waving arm and pulling her, giggling and stumbling, inside the house.

"Woah." Noel chuckles, witnessing the whole scene in drunken amusement. "Overprotective, much? Hanna, take a chill p-"

"Not in the mood, Noel." The blonde quickly cuts him off. "Now, what was she doing with you?" She demands, threateningly.

And the man groans in protest. "Fine, fine. If you must know. No I didn't get her drunk, but I did find her at a club already hammered and decided to bring her back here. So, you're welcome."

Hanna meets his gaze skeptically for a moment. "Really?"

How did he even know where she lived?

"Yup." He responds, then lets out a long burp. Afterwards, laughing at himself. The mystery woman echoes it.

Hanna grimaces. "Noel, you're disgusting. You're still a manwhore, and you're wasted..." The blonde sighs. "But I honestly owe you so much for bringing Spencer home, so...thank you." She manages genuinely, nodding slightly.

"..." Noel simply stares at her, then opens his mouth...

And simply let's out another burp.

Hanna rolls her eyes as he and his 'lady friend' burst out into laughter once more.

"Yep, just as I expected. Thank you, Noel." She takes a step back. "I hope I see you never." She deadpans, closing the door in both of their faces.

"..." The blonde sighs, hand against the knob and forehead pressed up against the cold door.

"You're v-very beautiful (hiccup)...y-you know?"

She suddenly hears from behind her, and spins around.

There was Spencer. Stood in front of her, very close.

"W-What?"

The teenager only continues to simply stare intently into her eyes.

"A-and y-you always make me suuuuper nervous..." She breaths, leaning in even closer and breathing into the woman's ear.

By now the blonde was practically trapped between the door and the taller girl.

Bottom line, none of her actions was helping Hanna's shaky legs get any better.

Spencer had no idea what she was doing to her.

Problem though...she was inebriated.

With that thought, Hanna places a hand on the brunette's chest, sighing. "And you." She pushes the teen away lightly, staring up into her dark...dare she say, lustful, eyes. "Are very forward when you're drunk."

Spencer simply shrugs, clearly too drunk to comprehend too much at one time. And so as she attempts to step away from the blonde, she stumbles, almost falling over.

Hanna shakes her head, catching the teenager's wrist gently in her hand. "Come on." She sighs again, as grateful as she was that the brunette was back— she was still peeved.

"Spencer, what were you thinking going out on your own like that? I know you lived on the street for a time, but d*mmit Spencer you could have at least tell me where you going-I mean..." The blonde begins rambling, not really expecting an answer from the brunette as she practically has to drag her up the stairs.

...

"Wait! W-wait." Spencer stops them in their tracks just as the reached inside the guest bedroom she was staying.

And despite herself Hanna does so, giving the brunette a curious stare. "What is it, Spence?" She questions, impatiently.

The teenager stumbles forward, gasping dramatically before reaching into her pocket.

At this point, Hanna wasn't going to deny that she was a little scared of the outcome.

When Spencer's hand yanks out of her pocket, the blonde's eyes automatically zoom in on...

"My pills!" The brunette exclaims excitedly, turning towards the gaping Hanna and waving the small orange bottle in her hand. "Here!" She screws open the cap, pouring about twenty plus of the white pulls into her palm before handing the nearly empty bottle over to the woman.

Hanna gasps. "Oh my god!" She yelps, frighteningly smacking the white pills from the teen's hand just as it was about to reach her mouth on impulse. "What in the h*ll, Spencer!?"

The brunette pouts, wobbling a bit from side to side. "Heyyyy, m-my pillllsss." She looks down to the floor where several of the substances were scattered.

The teenager attempts to get down on her knees and pick them up— but Hanna quickly drags her to her feet, also throwing the pill bottle to the floor in frustration.

"No. Stop it, Spencer." She sighs, not understanding what the h*ll was going on. She takes the brunette's arm in her hand and pushes her towards the bed. "In bed. Now."

Spencer obliges, nodding slow and out of it, crawling up to the headboard.

"And you are so explaining this to me when you're sober, who have you these?" She demands, pointing to the floor.

Spencer stalls for a second. "Ummm...a-a girl (hiccup) at the cl-club, she gave them to me."

"Another random girl, great. And did you take any? Spencer, please don't tell me you took any." The blonde kneels beside the bed, near pleading— she looks at the bottle on the ground and it had no name on it. It could have been anything. Absolutely anything.

To her relief though, the brunette shakes her head. Despite her drunken state, that seemed to be the only reason she was out of it.

She watches the teenager's head loll to side and shakes her own.

"How in the world have I fallen for you so quickly?" She whispers to herself, once again not expecting the brunette to answer her...

This time, she was wrong.

Spencer giggles in response. "I tricked you!" She throws out her long arms out wildly, almost smacking Hanna in face. Her eyes not really focused on anything.

"What?" Hanna inquiries, half amused. She notes the beanie on the teenager's head wasn't one of the many she had bought the brunette after she had accidentally mentioned her liking for them...at least she didn't think so— so just in case she reaches over, taking the hat off to wash it before returning it.

Spencer doesn't take notice to it. Instead, she looks over at the blonde with a large grin on her face— for what reasons? Hanna, would never know.

"Yeah, y-yeah. I put a spelllll on you, hahahaha." The brunette laughs. "Now you're all m-mine! Hahaha." This second laugh came out as mock evil laughter.

But it was the words that made Hanna freeze mid-motion. "Oh really?"

"Mhmm..." The teen nods assuringly. "And you kn-know wh-it, that means d-don't you?" She inquires, but her words were becoming less and less coherent to Hanna's ears.

The blonde quirks an eyebrow. "What?"

"Th-that...t-that means, that you're my b*t-"

"O-kay!" Hanna cuts off with a flourish of her hand and getting up from her knees. "Not another word, Spencer." She lifts the sheets from the end of her bed. "Let's just get you sleeping."

Spencer's face had quickly cooled down into a somber look as she was being tucked in. "Wait-wh- can't I sleep w-with you 'night?" She pouts, staring up at the woman with eyes glittering.

...it takes Hanna a second to actually realize what the teenager meant.

Sleep.

In the same bed.

The both of them.

The blonde instantly flushes, and continues to pull the covers over the brunette. "I-I don't think that'll be such a good idea."

"..." Spencer blinks, and just continues to stare up at her. "Y-you know I like N-Noel..." she states randomly.

Hanna holds her breath, feeling cool wash over her. Oh god...

"He's a c-cool guy to h-hannng with I guess." The brunette stares off into space. "B-But I...I just wish that (hiccup), that he wouldn't flirt so m-much...w-with you. I-I don't like that..."

The woman's eyebrows raise. "Really?" She feels relief now. It wasn't Noel, it was her.

"Y-Yup." Spencer pops the 'p', humming to herself "A-And, that o-other guy...w-weird (hiccup) f-facial hair guy..."

Lucas.

"H-him, flirting with you..." The brunette grumbled in what Hanna assumed was anger, seeing as her face was scrunched up in that cute fashion-

Hanna, stop it.

"S-so, how does it make you feel when they flirt with me?" She inquires, trying to get more answers out of the girl— there was no telling when another opportunity would come up such as this because drinking would definitely be prohibited now. Not even a sip.

She watches the teenager shake her head, eyes closing. "I-I don't, you...I-It makes m-me...feel...I..." Her head begins lolling off to the side again.

Sh*t, she was losing her.

"Hey, hey." The blonde moves closer, softly patting the brunette on her cheeks. "Spencer, sweetie. Stay with me for a second."

The teenager's eyes slowly blink open. "Hmmm?"

Hanna sighs in relief. "How does it make you feel inside Spencer?" She lays a steady hand over the brunette's heart. "When they flirt with me, how does it make you feel?"

She had to know. She just had to.

"O-oh, e-erm, s' makes me w-waaant tooo punch th-them...right in the f-face."

Hanna feels her heart warm, despite the cool feeling down in her stomach again.

"Really?" She blushes. "Wait no." She quickly corrects, the teenager was bound to pass out any moment now, she need to ask a real question. The most important one. "Spencer..." She starts off hesitantly. "Do you actually like me? Like...like me, like me?"

"..."

"Spence?"

"..."

"Spencer?" The blonde shakes the teenager's shoulder.

No movement.

Spencer was out like a light.

Hanna sighs to herself, making to the task of carefully picking up the fallen pills from the floor so that she can trash them as soon as possible. Whatever they were, Spencer wouldn't be consuming them any time soon.

Speaking of the brunette, she could her snoring behind her and couldn't but smile softly— it was a cute, almost soundless snore and...

The blonde shakes her head to herself, turning around to glance at the teen.

When did it get to the point where even her snore was cute...

God, they both had problems.