Hannah's P.O.V
About two months went by since I ran into Grace at the bathroom.
'Thank god the weekend is here.' I thought as I walked into my room and dropped onto my unmade bed. I've tried to stop thinking about Grace, but it's hard not to think about her perfect smile, her kind brown eyes, her angelic laugh...
'Cut it out! You can't like her!'
On the bright side, I made a friend in my class. Her name is Mamrie, she's really nice, I don't know why she wants to be my friend, but I'm glad she is. My phone buzzed beside me. It was a text from Mamrie.
Mamrie- "Hey dork, wanna hang out at the mall or something?"
Me- "Yeah, meet you there in an hour?"
Mamrie- "K, see ya there! X"
I get off my bed and go to my closet. I grab a button up, homemade capris and a snap back. I fiddled with my hair in the mirror until I was satisfied with my look. With my recent realization about my sexuality, I couldn't help but think,
'Am I stereotype? Is this to obvious? I'm overthinking aren't I?'
I walk out the door of my house and turn right, towards the mall. Thank god it's in walking distance, I'm 15 and don't know how to drive and my mom wouldn't drive me, I don't even live with her, I live by myself. Surprise! I got emancipated before school started! Yay stress! Yay paying bills! Yay having a shitty job at Starbucks! My house is small but it's a house, so... that's good.
I reach the mall and instantly walk over to Starbucks. Yeah I know I work here, but they make damn good coffee! I ordered two Hazelnut Frappiccinos and sat down at a table waiting for Mamrie. I thought I'd text her to let her know I was here.
Me- "Hey Mames, I'm in Starbucks and I ordered you a drink, where are you? X"
I waited for my phone to buzz.
Mamrie- "B there in 5 stuck in traffic."
Since I met Mamrie, I've always been able to tell her everything. There is just something about her that makes me open my mouth and speak from my heart.
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(Quick A/N)
Sorry, not a Hartsquared moment. This is a Hartbig Fanfic, Hannah and Mamrie are just friends.
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'Should I tell her?'
'No this is my secret'
'But she's my friend'
'Trust no one!'
I argued with myself about if I should tell her about my questioning. I decided against it.
'I need to figure this out by myself.'
I took a sip of my drink as I saw Mamrie come in.
"Hey!" She hugged me in greeting.
'Fuck, I can't do this. I have to tell her.'
(A/N)
Sorry it's so short, I'm working on making longer chapters. DM me if you want to know the real names of the Characters in my life.
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Fanfiction(In most Hartbig stories, Hannah is the popular one or "cool" one, while Grace is usually quiet and fairly antisocial. But this story is different, it's the other way around. The P.O.V of Hannah is very loosely based on some of my life, but most of...
