Grace's P.O.V.
It's a bright Sunday morning. Too bright. The sun burns my eyes as they flutter open.
"No more drinking. That's it." I whispered.
Deep down I knew that was a damn lie.
I had gone out with Mamrie last night. And we talked. I told her about Hannah.
*Last Night*
"So, yeah. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. " I say nervously.
Mamrie shakes her head once.
"I'm not sure, dude. I mean, Hannah loves you. Whether you tell her your feelings or not. She will still care about you. It's really about how you feel you should handle this."
I nod my head. I hate it when she gets so serious and sentimental about things like this. Sometimes it's understandable, but not when I'm confused as hell.
"Maybe I'll just hold off on it, ya know? Maybe they'll go away after a few weeks. It's probably just a thing."
I lied
They won't go away. They haven't gone anywhere in the last 3 years.
What am I supposed to do? I can't tell Hannah because who knows if she still has feelings for me? If she doesn't that would embarrassing as hell. But, what if she does? See, this is EXACTLY what I'm talking about? Too many "what if's".
*Back to Sunday morning*
I got out of bed, walked into my bathroom, and looked in the mirror.
I squinted at my reflection in the mirror.
"Pfft."
Every morning, let me tell you.
I did what I did to make myself adorable. And went downstairs. Goose was waiting by her dish. I poured her food and went to pour myself some coffee. I sat down at the table.
"What am I supposed to do?"
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FanfictionHannah and Grace have been best friends for a while now. When one day Hannah realizes her feelings for Grace, she has no idea if she should tell Grace or not. But, what Hannah doesn't know, is that Grace loves her, too. When the day finally comes an...
