I Do

Chapter 19

What's up guys!? I have been crazy busy with stuff for school, and it's awful. But, I've been journaling and can't wait to share ideas soon!

Now, some people are saying that 'hartbig will never happen' or 'Grester is more realistic.' Guys, this is a story. Stories are fiction. None of what is written is real. I'm writing this because I'm really hoping hartbig ends up being real one day. But, in the end, as their supporter, I want them to be happy.

But, anyway, HARTBIG 4 LIFE.

With love,

~Angela =)

P. S. Enjoy the chapter guys(:

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Hannah's P.O.V

I run up the stairs to get changed. Putting on my "Practice Reckless Optimism" t-shirt and blue and black plaid pajama bottoms. Simple attire. I put on my glasses and slippers and make my way back down the stairs.

"So Helbig, what movie are we watching?" I say walking towards Grace on the couch.

"I don't really know. I'm not sure what I'm in the mood for."

I start rolling the left sleeve of my shirt.

"Well, I know you and scary movies don't mix."

Grace nods

"True fact."

"Maybe we can just watch every episode of 'Friends' until we pass out?"

Grace looks over at me

"This is one of many reasons why I absolutely love you."

We start the very first episode of 'Friends' when the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" I say running towards the door.

I answer the door to our friendly neighborhood pizza boy.

"Eli, it's good to see ya, kiddo." I say as I fish out $20.

"And it's always good to see you, Hannah. How's Grace?"

Grace runs to the door.

"I'm great, Eli. How are you?" she asks him.

"I'm doing great, thank you."

Eli is a 16 year old kid that lives in our neighborhood. He works at a pizza place his family owns, and everyone requests him to deliver their pizza. He's such a sweet kid.

"I should get going. I've got a bunch of orders to deliver! I'll see you guys soon! Have a good night, ladies!"

He turns and walks away.

"Bye, Eli! Hey, tell your folks we say hi, okay?" I yell towards him

"Of course, see you guys again soon!"

We wave and then shut the door.

"He's such a sweet kid."

"So sweet. Okay, it's show time." Grace said.

We run towards the couch and press play. We take no time lifting the lid off the pizza box and grabbing a slice.

"Phoebe is the best one." Grace declares.

"Oh, uhm, I think Rachel is."

Grace turns and laughs

"Date Rachel then, Harto."

I turn and nudge her a little.

"She's not my type."

"Oh, and what is your type, Harto?"

"Girls named Grace Helbig."

"You're so cheesy it unbelievable." she laughs

"So is this pizza. Best pizza ever."

Grace just sits there and laughs.

We sit there for a bit and just watch the shows. We're on episode 6.

"Okay, fuck, marry, or kill? Rachel, Monica, or Phoebe." I ask.

"Easy. Fuck Rachel, marry Phoebe, and kill Monica."

"Why are our answers the same?!"

"Because, we're perfect for eachother."

"Now that's a true fact." I say.

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Hope you guys liked the chapter. Eli is a real person! We always request him to deliver our pizza! Shout out to Eli!