Fanfics

OTS part 2 - by yotuub

The annoying thing, the thing that is actually annoying about Hannah, and if Grace could find a way to turn it off then she would do it, is the way Hannah doesn't notice when she is crossing all the accepted friendship conventions at once.
Slow build. That is what Grace is used to.
From anyone else, arranging to meet up three days in a row would be maybe too far. From anyone else, not even arranging to meet on the fourth day but instead just turning up with a complete veggie picnic would be bordering on restraining order territory. From Hannah it just feels... well, really great, because without her LA feels big and scary and new, and Grace is secretly so grateful, but whatever. This is not in accordance with society's accepted route of friendship, and it is freaking her out.
"Hannah, we have to stop seeing each other like this."
Hannah pushes her sunglasses up her face, and squints over at her.
"Like what? Like... outside?"
Grace nods adamantly at nothing, and returns to her phone, scrolling through tumblr until she finds something to distract her, and more importantly Hannah, because Grace has no idea why she lets these things come out of her mouth sometimes.
"No, what, nevermind... oh look, someone has made a Goose appreciation post."
Hannah sits forward from the sun lounger, and leans across to take the proffered phone, shielding the screen from the bright sky.
"Aww, she's a cutie. How do you feel about her inevitable replacement of yourself in the hearts of your subscribers?"
Grace shrugs, before reaching a hand out to Goose, who comes snuffling over after a moment.
"Whatever, it would be well deserved. Look at her work it."
Hannah rubs a hand over Goose's head, and takes a photo with Grace's own phone. Grace leans down to get into shot, making a face, and then doesn't know why she does.
"Can I tweet it? Hashtag- Daily Goose."
Reaching for her drink, Grace takes a gulp, and then rearranges herself on the chair, waving a hand towards Hannah.
"Whatever, got to give the people what they want."
Hannah is silent for a moment, occupied with her task, and Grace tilts her head towards her slightly, watching from behind sunglasses. She's wearing that t-shirt again, and Grace can't really help but notice that she looks good, healthier than she did in New York. Sunshine suits her. Grace can understand why Hannah's developed a small army of people determined to get into her pants.
Surprised at the direction her thoughts have taken her in, Grace coughs, and seeks out yet another distraction, because that is something that she does a lot now, apparently.
"Maybe Goose is my best friend."
Hannah laughs abruptly, as if the announcement has taken her unawares, and then sobers quickly.
"Ouch dude, I'm right here."
Grace raises two hands in a gesture of helplessness, awkward facing.
"Sorry. That's just how it goes sometimes. For every winner there has to be a loser."
Mock pouting, Hannah glares down at Goose, who notices that she is at the center of attention, and gazes up hopefully at Hannah's face, ever on the alert for the possibility of a treat.
"My nemesis... although I couldn't have lost out to a finer competitor, there's no way I could challenge those beauty queen looks."
Grace hums in agreement, and runs a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs to one side.
"I'm glad you've accepted your position so calmly... thank you for making this easy for me."
Hannah flips her off, and then laughs, leaning back in her chair.
"At least tell me I'm your top human friend? Soften the blow that way."
Grace looks over at her, and then tips her shades down, encouraging eye contact, which Hannah notices after a second, and reciprocates.
"You are my top human friend. Who is female. And gay. And lives in LA. And has a cooking show. And understands whatever the fuck Doctor Who is all about."
Hannah scrunches up her nose, and clarifies.
"And is sitting on your deck right now?"
Grace nods, and then raises her hand for a high five, which Hannah meets after a second, sarcastically.
"Yeah, achievement!"
...
Later on, and Grace feels maybe a little bit drunk. She sits on her couch, and stretches for her macbook.
Good thing she's in her apartment, with Hannah who hasn't been drinking, because she had planned to drive home, and huh, does this even count as drinking by herself, because Hannah is here, and therefore Grace is not by herself, and this hardly counts as a sign of alcoholism, because screw you Alcoholics Anonymous, social drinking doesn't count, and wait... what the start of this sentence?
"Hannah! Hannah... we should do a live Q and A! Oh my baby jebbus, let's do that... tweet it, we should tweet it."
Hannah comes pacing over from Grace's kitchen, looking all... looking like Hannah, and then rests a hand on top of Grace's head, leaning down into her line of sight.
"Ummm, no Grace, not sure that's going to happen. There's enough footage of your adorable ass being drunk on the internet without adding to it. 'Sides, I'm going to scoot. I've stuff to do in the morning."
Grace nods, simply, and grabs at the hand on top of her head, resting another one on top of it.
"Are you free tomorrow night? Mamrie isn't coming for another few days, and I get lonely."
Straightening up, Hannah squints down at her, hands now on hips.
"You sure Gracie? You said earlier that we were hanging out too much."
What? Grace waves her hands around, dismissing all prior statements as unfounded lies.
"What? Never."
"You said we should stop hanging out like this? I mean, I guess you meant on the daily?"
Grace closes one eye, because sometimes two eyes is too many, you know?
"Yeah... that was a weird thing that came out of my mouth. You can ignore that, human friend."
Hannah laughs, and then leans down to give Grace a hug, squeezing in a way that makes Grace close her eyes. She wants to squeeze back, but her arms are too long and uncooperative, and by the time she's organized her joints, Hannah is already standing up again.
"Drink some water dude. And you know, get in touch if you want to hang out again tomorrow. Maybe we'll record something."
Grace nods vaguely, logging into her email account.
"It's Thursday tomorrow and you know what that means..."
Hannah snorts, and starts doing something that Grace can only mentally categorize as gyrating her way to Grace's door.
"Recording sexy Friday, sexxxy Friday, saaaaaxy Friiidaay, ssaaaaxxxxxeeeh Fraaaaaadeeeeeh."
Grace laughs big, holding her sides, and then shields her eyes in mock horror.
"Augh, my eyes, get it away!"
Hannah giggles, and then wrenches open the door with a flourish.
"You love it Helbig. Call me if you miss me!"
The door slams behind her, and Grace scrunches up her face, trying to not just grin into nothing like the moron she is surely becoming.
...
Even later, she messages Hannah. Because why not, right? This is a thing that friends do.
Thanks for hanging out today. I had fun.
Grace presses send, and then makes a face, because what kind of message is that, out of the blue and containing nothing? Most important rule of texting; always have something to say.
Grace glances at the clock and, and then groans, because that message looks even weirder at eleven thirty at night. Why couldn't she revert to her standard late night setting and text dirty jokes to Mamrie?
Her phone lights up in her hand, and Grace resists the urge to flip it out of the window and prevent further social disaster.
Haha, dude, thanks for being okay with me just turning up! Next time I'll wait for the invite, I swear.
Grace grins at the ceiling, and then stands, stretching herself out, because she's spent far too long sitting on her couch hunched over a computer screen. Making her way to the bedroom, she flips off the main lights, arranging pillows and the comforter until she feels snug.
Whatever Hannah, you don't need an invite. Invade my life as much as you want.
Tucking herself further in, Grace waits, waits for Hannah to reply.
Awesome! F U Goose, victory is mine. Best friends for ever Grace, don't even try and fight it.
Grace laughs out loud, and claps a hand over her mouth, trying to contain herself.
She doesn't even know what is happening right now, but it feels so good.
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