Grace liked Hannah since the day she met her, and had to tell Mamrie about her right way.
Mamrie seemed to like her right away as well, in more of a older sister type way, but they were still friends.
Sooner or later, they all became a trio. All three of them got close, sharing silly past stories with one another. A friendship blossomed out of the blue.
If it's one thing Mamrie knows how to do though, it's read people. Grace is getting blushy, giggling like a school girl at Hannah's puns. It was adorable though, it was just annoying to Mamrie that nothing was being done about it.
Every time she brought it up with Grace, she would just get, she's just my friend, my friend, Hannah.
Mamrie could call bullshit on that one right off the bat whether Grace liked the idea or not. But all Grace would do is walk away and ignore it.
Grace couldn't ignore it though. She was growing feelings for Hannah. This might have started out a friendship, but she found herself liking this blue eyed shortie more and more every day she spent with her.
The hot water runs over Grace's skin as she slams her head on the shower wall in frustration. "She's just my friend, my friend, Hannah." She repeats to herself under the water running over her face.
She finally gets out and wraps a towel around herself, walking in the living room, meaning to go to her bedroom.
A knock at the door stops her and she walks over to it, expecting Mamrie to be standing there with her hand on her hip. But there's Hannah, with flowers tucked under her arm. "Wrong time?"
"Uh...no, come in." Grace shakes her head as she let's Hannah in, walking into her bedroom and changing into sweats and a baggy shirt.
"I didn't interrupt your shower, did I?" Hannah looks over at Grace putting her wait hair into a ponytail.
"Just getting out, actually." Grace shakes her head.
"Oh sweet." Hannah holds her breath. "I wanted to drop these flowers off."
Hannah hands Grace the bunch of roses and Grace feels a lump in her throat. Hannah nods her head, "Well, I should probably get going before the rain gets any worse."
Grace walks over to the door with Hannah, nodding her head "Text me when you get home."
Hannah walks out the door, closing it behind her, and Grace looks at the little note.
"I thought they were beautiful. Like you. Your friend, Hannah."
Grace holds her breath, opening the door and running outside, waving her hand at Hannah, yelling her name after it.
Grace runs over to Hannah, putting her hands on each sides of Hannah and presses her lips to Hannah's. Hannah's shoulders go up and little, but ease as she stands on her tippy toes.
"Don't go. Spend the storm with me." Grace says breathless. Hannah looks up at her and nods her head. Grace grabs Hannah's hand, dragging her back into the warm house.
