𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ✓

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REAL LIFE!

Hanna was fuming. Of course, when wasn't she? She had stormed into Eva's house as soon as she had the chance- thank goodness Eva's parents had already left- and sat on the couch awaiting Eva's return to the home. It was a short lived wait; Eva came through the door fifteen minutes later, her head tilted backwards in a laugh. Bea followed her, both their hands full of Eva's things from Khalil's house. Eva was glad to be home, but her happiness deflated the moment she saw Hanna.

"What's the mat- oh." Bea's voice went flat as she saw Hanna, and Hanna smiled sweetly back at her.

"Hi, E. I saw you brought your friend. Come sit. We need to talk."

"What are you doing... in my house?" Eva tilted her head, dropping her keys on the coffee table and setting the bag slung over her shoulder on the floor. Hanna jingled her own set of keys, and Eva groaned, her entire body deflating. She had given Hanna a key to her house. Why did she do that?

"What? We need to talk, and you haven't been answering my messages."

"Yeah, because I've been with Khalil. You know I don't answer my phone when I'm with friends."

"Do I?" Hanna raised an eyebrow, and Bea shifted uncomfortably, picking up Eva's bag and deciding to go find her bedroom instead of eavesdropping on the conversation. Hanna smirked slightly as she did so, and Eva rolled her eyes as her friend continued, "you haven't been much of a friend lately."

"You've been rude to me, Hanna. You're possessive over our friendship, you don't leave me any room to be myself. Everything I do feels like you have to approve. So yeah, I've spent the past two weeks hanging out with Bea and Khalil because they make me smile and have been here for things that have been difficult because you never asked. You didn't even know Jaiden existed, Hanna."

"You can't blame that on me! No one knew about Jaiden! And you never came to me about your problems. You can't blame that on me."

"This is more than Jaiden. Hell, this is more than my problems. It's that you've never even asked. You follow my spam account, you and I used to text daily, and any time I told you I wasn't doing okay, you just kept talking about yourself. You're so focused on everyone being exactly like you, on maintaining your status as this it girl with the perfect friends. You're not perfect, Hanna. You're vindictive and cruel, and you never see the error of your ways. You hurt me, you hurt your other friends, and you never say sorry."

"None of that is true." Hanna's voice was sharp, her eyes narrowed as she stared the blonde down, daring Eva to challenge her. "You can't give me one instance where that's true."

"Last month, you openly told a fan that I'm not gay just because she asked to kiss my cheek. And what, two weeks ago? You told another one that I'm not because I posted a photo with Bea." Eva maintained the sharpness of the conversation, trying not to let all of her irritation be clear in her voice.

"So?"

"So you didn't even stop to think if it was true, Hanna. Guess what? I'm gay. I like kissing girls. I like holding their hands. I like watching them wake up and stretch and paint their nails and laugh and cry and I love girls, Hanna."

"No, you don't. You can't." Hanna was insistent, and her words made Eva narrow her eyes, her anger rising as her face flushed and her hands shook.

"You don't get to decide that. Hell, I don't get to decide that. It's a part of me, always has been. And if you're not alright with that, I'll take your key. You're free to go. We're no longer friends." Eva's words left her ultimatum hanging heavily in the air. Hanna stared at her in a stupor, trying to process the blonde's words. Surely she couldn't be serious? But she was, and Hanna knew it, deep in her soul. She knew Eva wasn't someone who played games or skirted around topics. Either Hanna was in, or she was out.

Her key fell onto the coffee table with a satisfying thud as she stood up, looking past Eva. Surprisingly, there was no spite in her voice as she said, "Why don't you give my key to Bea, since you're such good friends now?" As Eva took a moment to comprehend the brunette's words, Hanna took her leave from the house, her purse swinging as she walked.

"Damn." Bea stepped into the room, offering Eva a soft smile. The blonde's eyes snapped to her, and she shrugged, her lips curving into an apologetic smile.

"I'm really sorry you had to hear that."

"I'm not. She didn't deserve you as a friend. Besides, it's always nice to know your friends won't give up their values for fame. It's hard to find nowadays."

"Ain't that the truth." Eva laughed, making her way into the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink? Oh, and Jaiden can move in with me now; thank you so much for letting them stay with you."

"It's no problem, honestly. They're sweet. And uh, do you have coffee?" Bea followed her like a lost puppy, leaning against the counter. Maybe it was just the awkwardness of being in someone else's house, especially when you've never been in it before, and even more so when your host just fought with their ex best friend. In summary, Bea didn't feel too comfortable being alone right then.

"I do." Eva made her way to the coffeepot, happy to make it- after that drama, she needed a cup or two. She took a seat on the counter, and Bea moved to stand between her legs, the two carrying on a conversation that would end with them cuddling on Eva's couch, coffee in hand as they watched Clueless.