Hanna was bored. She had been sitting on one of the uncomfortable, hard plastic chairs in the storage center's waiting room for way too long, waiting for Emily.

This time, Hanna had been on time. Emily had ordered her, over and over again, to make sure that she was there on time to help her and Paige unload the truck. So, she made it there, at 8:00 exactly (well, more or less), only to find that Paige and Emily had gotten stuck in traffic and were running late.

She couldn't call Emily, because she was too angry with her for making her get up early and then not showing up on time. And she couldn't call her boyfriend, Caleb, because he was away at some hackathon with Mona, with their phones locked away for the duration.

There was one other person in the waiting room, a woman with whom Hanna had been exchanging glances and occasional smiles for the previous few minutes. Ordinarily, Hanna would have gone over and chatted with her, but she was in too bad a mood. The woman was obviously new to Rosewood; Hanna would have remembered her, if she'd seen her before. So, it was no surprise that the she was hanging out at the storage center, probably waiting for her movers to arrive. She was unquestionably hot, not to mention unmistakably and unashamedly gay. She was the kind of woman, Hanna thought, who would have ended up dating Emily, had she moved to Rosewood a year or so earlier, before Paige was in the picture.

The woman had an edgy look to her; a kind of aWest Coast vibe. She looked to be about Hanna's age, but she presented as older; more mature and self-assured.

Hanna, on the other hand, looked like crap. She looked like someone who'd just rolled out of bed, which was pretty much what had happened. She was barely coherent when she picked up Emily's call and got yelled at for not being at the storage center 20 minutes ago. She quickly pulled on a pair of fat jeans and her emergency bra (the one that didn't fit well and was pulling apart at the seams, and that she only wore when all her other bras were in the clothes hamper) under an old tie-dyed shirt, topping it off with an Eagles cap, to tuck her hair under. She didn't have on any makeup on, and her pores were making her nose look like a giant sponge. Not to mention the line of tiny bumps that had appeared on her forehead overnight.

She'd heard that some lesbians liked that "natural" look. She made a mental to ask Emily about it, sometime.

Hanna sighed, checking the time on her phone. She looked up at the woman again. The woman smiled politely at her and looked away. She looked just as bored as Hanna felt. Hanna's boredom finally won out over her bad mood. She went over to introduce herself.

"I like your nails. They're really pretty," she said, pointing at the woman's nails and nodding her head.

The woman looked her up and down with a smile and then looked at her nails, as if she didn't remember what was pretty about them. "Thanks." Her nose crinkled when she said the word.

"Stanford, huh?" Hanna said, pointing at the stitched letters on the woman's sweatshirt. "I know someone who went there."

The girl's face lit up, and she stood. "Oh, you're one of Paige's friends? Hi, I'm Miranda!"

Hanna gasped, her mouth wide open. Without another word, she reached for her phone and angrily swiped in Emily's phone number, shooting Miranda an icy glare all the while.

"Hey, Hanna – We're on our way!" Emily blurted out, answering the question that she was expecting Hanna to ask angrily.

"Yeah?" Hanna said urgently. "Well, guess who's already here?" She looked Miranda up and down. "Standing right in front of me!"

"Caleb?"

"No!" Hanna turned away from Miranda, covering her mouth with her hand as she whisper-shouted her name into the phone.

"Oh! She made it! Great!" Emily looked at Paige and mouthed the name.

"Emily," Hanna pleaded, "I said MIRANDA!"

"Yeah, I heard. I wasn't sure that she was planning to head there from the airport by herself."

Hanna was flabbergasted and momentarily at a loss for words. "Uh… uh… What the hell is she doing here?"

Emily chuckled. "The same thing you are, Hanna!"

"Um, no!" Hanna said with a bit of sass. "I'm here because you begged me to help Paige unload her stuff. She's here to go all Ariana Grande on your girlfriend."

"Hanna, what are you talking about?"

Hanna grunted impatiently before speaking, rather than singing, the words, "Break up with ya girlfriend, ya ya, 'cause I'm bored!"

"She's not here to steal my girlfriend!" Paige, who was driving and only picking up bits and pieces of the conversation, laughed out loud when she heard Emily say that.

"Well, why else would Paige's ex be moving to Rosewood? Coincidence? I think not!"

"First of all, Hanna, she's not moving to Rosewood. And, second of all, she's not planning to steal anyone's girlfriend!"

"Hello! Wake up, Emily! Have you seen this girl?"

"Yes, of course, I've seen her, Hanna!"

"No, not in pictures! I mean in real life!"

"We had dinner with her! Remember?"

"Um, no we did not! I'm pretty sure I'd remember if we'd had dinner with her."

Emily sighed, exasperated. "Not 'we,' you and I; 'We,' Paige and I. And she couldn't have been nicer. And, besides, Paige and I might not even have gotten together if Miranda hadn't given her a push!"

Paige turned towards Emily, looking skeptical at Emily's version of things. Emily rolled her eyes, as if to say, "You know it's true."

"Wait, when did you guys have dinner?"

"When I went to California!" Emily's voice was getting louder as she started to lose her patience. "Oh my God, Hanna, I told you all about this months ago!"

"Oh. Okay. Well, to be honest, the only thing I remember you telling me about your Cali trip was you and Paige getting it on in the honeymoon suite in Vegas."

"We didn't…" Emily groaned, frustrated. It wasn't worth the effort to correct Hanna. "Look, Miranda and Paige have been friends since college. They dated for like a minute, years ago. And they're still friends. Just friends. She's in Rosewood to help Paige get settled. End of story."

"So, we like her now?"

"We like her now."

"Gotta go!" Hanna yelled abruptly, ending the call. She wheeled around towards Miranda and spread her arms wide, as if that whole phone conversation had never happened. "Miranda!" she said in a high-pitched voice with a big smile.

"So, that's how we're playing this?"

"What? Oh, no. I… um... I thought you were someone else!" Hanna widened her arms a little, reinforcing the invitation for a hug.

Miranda chuckled and shook her head, but she went in for it. It was good to know that Emily had loyal friends. The fact that her friend was so protective said a lot about Emily.

"I'm Hanna," Hanna said, still holding on to her. "And you and I need to exchange phone numbers, since we're going to be maids of honor someday."

"You sure about that?"

"Oh yeah!" Hanna backed away from the hug, keeping her hands on Miranda's shoulders. "Paige is the love of Emily's life. And Paige is no fool, so…"

Miranda laughed out loud. Hanna had a point, though. "No, Paige may be a lot of things," she remarked, "but she's no fool." She reached for her phone and, after opening her contacts, handed it over to Hanna, who swiped in her number.


"So, you've slept with a lot of women, huh?"

Miranda glared at her in disbelief. They had been sitting nicely, just waiting together and talking occasionally, when Hanna fired off that question.

"What? I'm just making conversation!"

"Have you slept with a lot of men?"

"I've slept with my share," Hanna said blithely, with a shrug of her left shoulder. "No judgment," she added, waving her hand dismissively. "Just wondering where Paige fits on the scale."

"I… uh…" Miranda was tongue-tied for a moment, still not sure what to make of Hanna and her line of questioning. "Not," she managed to spit out. "She's not on the scale."

"Whoa!" Hanna's mouth was wide open. After a moment of reflection, her face scrunched up questioningly. "Wait, is she off the scale as in, 'Holy Crap!' or off the scale as in... not even good enough to make it onto the scale?"

Miranda looked at her as if she had three heads. Her words came out slowly and deliberately. "Not on the scale as in not in the competition? As in, I never slept with Paige?"

Hanna gave her the side-eye. "Yeah, yeah. I know that's the story we're telling Emily. But you can tell me truth. I won't say a word, I swear." Hanna mimed locking her lips with a key and dropping the key into her purse. "I just want to know how good she is, 'cause I'm betting she's a tiger." Hanna raised her hand, claws out, and swiped the air with it and sneered, "Rawr!"

"Okay, first of all, if I wouldn't admit it to Emily, why would I admit it to her best friend, whom I've known for like 30 seconds? And, second of all, I never slept with Paige!"

"You know, Honey, it's kind of hard to believe you when you just admitted that you'd lie to me about it."

"Yeah, well…" It was obvious from Miranda's tone that she was getting more annoyed by the second. "You're going to believe what you want to believe anyway, so it really doesn't matter what I say."

"True," Hanna said smugly, "And I choose to believe that Paige was awesome in bed." Pointing her finger at Miranda and speaking much more quickly, she added, "But not as awesome as she is in bed with Emily!"

Miranda couldn't help laughing. She went to the front counter and borrowed a Sharpie marker, taking it back to the area where she and Hanna had been sitting. Hanna tilted her head and smiled, obviously confused about what Miranda was up to.

"Give me your hand," Miranda commanded, extending her hand.

"What? Why?"

Miranda waved her hand impatiently, and Hanna obediently extended hers. Miranda took Hanna's hand in her right hand and started writing with her left hand."One of these days," she explained as she wrote her phone number in Hanna's palm, "you're going to decide to that you want to see how the other half lives. And when that day comes," - she added two quick dots next to her number for eyes, with a curve underneath completing the smiley face - "you give me a call."

"Wait," Hanna said, holding her palm in front of her face, looking at Miranda's number to verify that it wasn't fake, "But you already gave me your number, remember? Bridesmaids?"

"I know," Miranda said blankly, "But this makes it official." Hanna seemed skeptical, so Miranda added, "In Lesbian."

"Ohhh!" Hanna tilted her head back, digesting the secret to the forbidden Isle of Lesbos that Miranda had just shared with her. All of a sudden, she balled her hand into a fist and pumped it in celebration. "I knew it! I knew it! I told Emily that chick at the bar couldn't have been gay, since she didn't hit on me!"

Hanna wiggled her hand in front of her face, staring at the number and the smiley face, giddy over what she had achieved: On a bad hair, bad boobs, and bad ass day, she'd still managed to get a phone number out of a real, live lesbian. "Oh, one second!" Hanna held up one finger and, with her other hand, reached for her phone, which was ringing in her back pocket. "Hey, Em! Where are you?"

"We're about five minutes away," Emily said quickly. With more concern in her voice, she got to the reason that she was calling. "Are you playing nice with Miranda?"

"Oh, yeah!" Hanna waggled her eyebrows and deepened her voice an octave or so. "I, uh… I got her digits!"

"Hanna, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't worry about it," Hanna said, winking at Miranda.


A/N - Thanks to subway20 for suggesting a Hanna/Miranda scene. (I know this wasn't the traditional way to go with it, but I had a bit of fun!) :)

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