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[anna maria isabel gray]

As soon as Anna Maria got off the phone with Hannah, she got into power mode. When it came to being there for a friend, Anna was always on point. And Hannah was far more than just a friend—She was her best friend. They had been there for each other since they first met when Anna moved to Lampton Hill, three years ago. She knew exactly what the girl needed to be cheered up, and was more than willing to provide it. Honestly, the young woman was fully ready to put her fist into the face of the arse that had been mean to Hannah, who was the dearest sweetest person Anna knew. She deserved to be treated like a princess, not get turned down and humiliated in front of the whole school. If Anna had her way, that boy would be miserable for this. But first, she had to get the okay from Hannah, who probably wouldn’t approve of her best friend wreaking havoc. But that was what he deserved. So really when it came down to it, the question was whether Anna Maria would destroy this boy’s confidence publically or behind closed doors so Hannah didn’t have to know. She would prefer it to be public, but either worked for her to be honest.

In any case, the first thing that needed to happen was that Anna needed to get her little Hispanic butt over to Hannah’s house to be her support system. She jumped off her bed and popped her head out the door of her room to shout down the stairs, ”Mamma, I’m going to Hannah’s house for the night!” Her mom wouldn’t mind—Anna was pretty much allowed to go wherever and do whatever she wanted so long as her grades didn’t plummet and she took time to spend with the family. She closed the door and walked over to her bed, reaching under it to grab the bottle of Cider that she had been holding out to crack open. While it wasn’t clear whether or not Anna’s parents would mind the girl keeping her own stash of alcohol in her room, she didn’t really want to find out. It was less that they would punish her, and more that they would sigh and look disappointed. Hannah, on the other hand, would probably be shocked by the presents of alcohol and scold Anna. She wasn’t one to get wasted on a Saturday night. But Anna was hoping that in her delicate frame of mind, she would give into Anna’s peer pressure and have a bit. It wasn’t as if Anna Maria was trying to harm her friend—she really thought that loosening up a bit would do the other girl some good! She carefully nestled the bottle into her overnight bag and set to finish packing for the night. In went clothes and makeup and magazines and pajamas and toiletries. She grabbed her camera, knowing that it would be fun to take pictures throughout the night. Anna would show Hannah that she didn’t need some pathetic guy to be happy and have fun; they could have all the fun they wanted without him.

Glancing around the room, Anna double-checked that she had everything she would need for the night and tomorrow and then zipped up her bag. She then jogged down the stairs and went on to sweetly beg her mother to drive her over Hannah’s house, her doe like eyes batting at the older women. If there was one thing Anna was good at, it was getting people to do what she wanted. Not that her parents were very hard to convinced. Anna knew that she was spoiled, and they knew it too. It was just how their family was, and it wasn’t like she was a total brat or anything. Sure she was a little head strong, but was that so bad? In any case, her mother happily agreed to take her to the other girl’s house. Her mother loved that Anna had become friends with Hannah, who’s sweet goodie-goodie personality was loved by all parents. It wasn’t long until she was jumping out of the passenger side seat and running up to Hannah’s apartment door, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. She knocked on the door about a million times; Hannah’s grandmother wasn’t home, so she felt comfortable with being totally obnoxious. As soon as the door swung open, she threw her bag on the ground and threw her arms around the other teen, ”Shall I shank him in his sleep, love?”

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muse: Meh.
outfit: ohh pretty !
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[hannah ingrid batemen]

Hannah was in a funk. Bright, vivacious, bubbly little fire-cracker Hannah had been doing nothing but laying in bed on her laptop, or laying on the couch watching pay TV. Since the end of the school year. Generally summer was her time to shine. She loved the sunny days of lazing in the glass and getting a tan. Or finding a pool to swim on. Or just spending the whole day with friends. Summer was her thing. But since the horrid event that had taken place towards the end of term involving a boy and her dignity, Hannah just was not herself. That was very plain to see.

It was as though the stupid boy had taken a piece of the blonde with him when he had embarrassed her like he had for the whole school to see. Like he’d broken her. She didn’t want to do the things she normally did. She didn’t find joy in everything anymore, in fact she very rarely found joy in much at all. She was contented to mope, sure. However that could hardly be called joy now could it? Perhaps for someone who wasn’t Hannah; not perky and full of beans. For some other,low energy person, maybe that was completely normal? Moping? It really really wasn’t for Hannah though. She liked to be doing things.

It was any wonder her best friend was worried. It was natural. Everyone would have been. If the situation was reversed, Hannah would have been doing everything she could to cheer the other girl up. It’s what friends did for each other, was it not? So when Anna Maria had called and demanded to know what she had been doing all day, it hadn’t surprised Hannah when the other girl had said she was coming over. Hannah had merely mentioned her grandmother was out for the night, hug up, and gone back to her Laguna Beach Marathon. Stephen should dump Kristen and LC and come date her. Yep.

The blonde didn’t even make any sort of an effort to get herself up and dressed while she was waiting for her friend. What was the point? It was a sleep-over. Pyjamas were sort of essential were they not? She could have at least showered though. That would have been a little bit more hygienic and nice, had she have showered for Anna. Eh. If Anna Maria loved Hannah as much as she claimed, she should not care if her friend was kinda dirty. She wasn’t smelly, as she’d not been doing anything strenuous to make her sweat. So it was just her hair really, that was rather oily.. Oh well, whatever.

Hearing the knock on the apartment door, Hannah frowned. It was right at a rather dramatic moment! Where Jessica was being heart-broken. Trust Anna to show up at the wrong time. Sulking a little, the small blonde stood up and made her way across to the door, pulling it open. Instead of a real greeting though, she just frowned. “You interrupted Jessica drama..”

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Honestly, Anna Maria hadn’t known what to expect from her friend. In the three years they’d known each other, Hannah was always most likely to be excited and cheerful and happy no matter what. It really took a lot to get Hannah down, and from what Anna saw, she usually bounced back from things pretty well. But she had seemed down for days—not wanting to hang out, not taking care of herself. This was highly unusual, but Anna but that she just needed a few days to mourn and move on. However, too much time had passed and clearly an intervention was needed. Anna Maria was more than willing to provide it.

It would be fairly easy, or so the young girl hoped. I mean, how hard could it be to cheer up a girl who was usually so easily excited? Surely it was just a matter of finding something to distract her for a few hours, and she would be better in no time. Well, that was the plan. If that didn’t work, Anna Maria didn’t know what else she would try to do. Probably bash the boy, more so than she had already. As she had told Hannah over and over, Anna felt that this boy wasn’t worth excitement over gaining or disappointment over loosing. He was so low-brow and classless and, in her opinion, not all that cute. Hannah surely deserved better than that. She couldn’t begin to fathom why the blond was so set on him.

Now it was about more than the boy, though. It was about the fact that he had embarrassed Hannah with basically the whole school watching. Who does that anyways? Only someone with no respect for moral or social code, in Anna Maria’s eyes. Anyone with class would take a girl aside, and politely explain that he wasn’t interested. Hannah was taking it a little harder than necessary though; it wasn’t like everyone was making fun of her now or anything. Hannah was far too sweet for everyone to turn on her based on one fool’s actions. If anything, they were talking about how bad they felt for her and how such a nice girl didn’t deserve to be treated in such a way.

Pulling away from Hannah, Anna looked her over, withholding a ‘tut-tut’ that threatened to blurt it’s way out of her mouth. She wasn’t here to judge, after all. Hannah was lacking all her usual luster, both her physical appearance and the sparkling personality that usually shone out of her. Anna Maria couldn’t remember the last time that she had seen such a scowl on Hannah’s face. She smiled and gently tweaked her friend’s nose, ”Smile, grumpy-pants! I’m here now!” She nudged her bag further into the apartment and closed the door, refusing to let Hannah’s scowl bring her down. ”Who the hell is Jessica?”

Leaning down, Anna unzipped her bag, showing off the many goodies within. Inside were cleansers, masks, scrubs, polishes, and other spa-like products. Nothing like a spa night to make a girl feel brand new. ”Look what I brought!! Doesn’t this stuff look great? I haven’t even used any of it yet! She whipped out her camera, a playful smile on her face, and began snapping pictures of her friend. ”Like every good makeover, we’ll need before and after photos.”


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outfit: ohh pretty !
notes: c:
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[hannah ingrid batemen]

It probably should have been rather obvious to Hannah that her surly behaviour was getting to people. For instance, her grandmother was fairly fed-up with the situation. She’d been trying to get the small blonde involved in something that wasn’t laying around for at least a week. Her friends though, had an advantage; they knew what was bothering the child and Grandmother Deanie did not. That was bound to make things harder on the poor, elderly, socialite. Even if it would make it easier, Hannah was not about to explain to her grandmother what was wrong. There was just some things you don’t tell your grandmother. Besides, there was no way the older woman would approve of Hannah’s choice in boy.

Personally, she wished she did not need to feel this way. She hated the fact that she had let the boy get under her skin so much. Allowed him so much control over her emotions. She’d been told quite a few times before that no guy was worth her tears. Which was all very well in theory but when it came down to it, how exactly where you supposed to stop yourself from getting your emotions court up in everything? It wasn’t exactly as easy as people liked to make it out to be. It’s not like you could just say to yourself: Now, don’t you go falling in love with that boy. And have yourself listen. Hearts didn’t like listening to heads very often.

Hannah screwed up her nose as her friend touched it. Still frowning at her. She liked being grumpy-pants, or whatever Anna had said. Had the other girl even considered that? Hmm. I think not. Or perhaps she had considered it, and not accepted it? Yeah, that sounded like Anna Maria. Instead of responding to the other comments, Hannah placed both hands on her hips to chastise the other girl. “Who is Jessica?? Clearly you have not been keeping up with your Laguna Beach characters. Kristen’s best friend.. You know, the only one with brown hair. Always getting her heart broken by guys—Actually, I can relate..”

She had been about to turn and head back to the couch, when the lure of what goodies her friend had brought grabbed Hannah’s attention. She perked up a little. Biting her lip as she faced Anna. It was almost as though she did not want to be cheered up. Like she was fully enjoying het sullen ways. Hovering around the bag, she tried not to act too interested. Though, if she were being completely honest, the idea of a make-over kind of did sound rather lovely. It really wasn’t fair that the other girl knew her so well. Still keeping up her sulky facade, Hannah crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine, we can do it... but no photos... First, lets eat though..”

It had suddenly occurred to the blonde that she had not eaten all day. Moving off to the kitchen, or well, the kitchen area divided by a breakfast bar, she expected Anna Maria to follow. They were both so comfortable at each other’s houses by now, that it was just like a second home. “Wanna order Pizza?”

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Anna Maria was totally stunned by the girl before her. This dud before her was not her Hanners. Not the bright and bubbly thing that she had known these past three years. Sure, other things had gotten her down before, but not like this. Not with greasy hair and tv marathons and pouty scowls. This new attitude just would just not do. It had to be stamped out for Hannah’s own good. She ignored her friend’s displeasure at Anna touching her nose. Anna found that by completely ignoring when people where annoyed with her, they usually gave up being annoyed and just resigned themselves to whatever it was she wanted. This tactic has been working surprisingly well for her over the years, much to the dismay of her parents.

To be perfectly honest, Anna had no idea why Hannah watched Laguna Beach, or The Hills or that other crap that was on TV. She had seen an episode here or there (particularly while spending time with Hannah). It wasn’t that she disliked it—she had found it amusing when it was on, but never made an effort to look for it on her own. The young woman was more interested in her social life then television. She rolled her eyes and said sharply, “Whatever you say Hannah. And please, you are hardly always getting your heart broken. This one time, some bastard treats you wrong and suddenly you’re always getting your heart broken? Come on, you’ll get through this and find a much MUCH better boy.”

As soon as the ‘cat was out of the bag’ so to say, Anna Maria could tell that the products had peaked Hannah’s interests. How could they not? Everyone loved to be pampered, especially people who haven’t been taking particularly good care of themselves. Hannah was trying her hardest to keep the gruff look on her face, but Anna Maria saw though it. She knew Hannah well enough to know that by then end of the night, the other female would be smiling and cheerful, the way she should be.

Anna smiled smugly, ”Of course we can do it. You’ll feel so great after this, you won’t even remember why you’re so upset.” She pouted, standing up and placing a hand on her hip, ”Excuse you? Hanners, what is a makeover without pictures? C’mon, we can put it together in a photo album or something. You’ll find it totally charming and hilarious when you’re middle aged. It’ll be great.” She raised an eyebrow at Hannah, “Please please pleaseeeee?” For some reason, Anna really wanted to take pictures of this event. Perhaps to prove to Hannah the next time she was down that time with a chum would certainly cheer her up, and that being so distressed was actually rather silly of her.

Anna, very casually, pulled the Cider out of her bag and walked to the fridge, planning to put it in to chill. She acted as if this was a totally normal act, something which Hannah shouldn’t pay the slightest attention to. Setting it in and shutting the door, she turned to Hannah with her sweetest smile plastered to her face. ”Pizza sounds lovely. Let’s order it right away, yeah? I’m starved, and I bet you’re even more hungry than I am, little miss angst.” She reached for the phone, ”What kind do you want, luv?”

tags: Hannah Banana-rama
words: 563
muse: icky
outfit: ohh pretty !
notes: c:
credit: all to moi .

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[hannah ingrid batemen]

Hannah was starting to get the feeling that it didn’t matter what she said; how much she protested, things were not going to go her way. Anna Maria had a way of getting her own way. It was probably why they were such good friends, because generally Hannah just didn’t fight too much. She just let the other girl do her thing and get her way. She was like that with most people really. Not just Anna. Even when something was dead against what Hannah believed, she rarely really stood up for herself. She was a conflict avoider, and a people pleaser. Not a good mix really.

She really did not want her photo taken, but she knew she’d end up just doing it to please her best friend. And more then possibly she’d end up enjoying being a loon and taking a bunch of photos. That was always the way, wasn’t it? You didn’t want to do something until you actually started doing it and discovered it was pretty much awesome anyway. Especially when you were in a sulky mood. You didn’t want to do anything that sounded like fun and like you might actually enjoy yourself and stop being sulky. Sulky was fun all on its own... Sort of.

Perhaps it was a good thing Anna was just so stubborn. Any other friend might have been okay with just letting Hannah stay in her depression. They’d join her there and bring her chocolate ice-cream and other such wallowy things like sad movies. That stuff always seemed like a good idea at the time, but did it really help make the person feel better? Hannah had been self indulgent a mopey for over a week now and so far she didn’t feel any better at all. Maybe there was a method to Anna Maria’s madness after all? Maybe she did need grabbing by the metaphorical horns and pulled from her funk? Had Anna ever lead her astray before—Actually, don’t answer that.

Pizza actually sounded a lot like heaven. The blonde cracked a smile and wiggled her bottom at the suggestion. What an excitable little thing she was. Junk-food always excited Hannah. Mainly because she was never technically allowed them growing up with her parents. All natural foods- That’s what had been in her fridge and cupboard growing up. All natural and organic foods that, in Hannah’s opinion, didn’t always taste that great. She definitely had a sweet tooth, that girl. Now that she lived with her grandmother and was allowed to eat whatever she wanted, it all still felt so exciting and a little ‘taboo’ to be eating junk-food.

“I want peperoni!” She announced, the excitement ringing in her voice. Such a fickle, flighty girl. One moment she was depressed, the next she was practically giddy at the thought of Pizza. “Also,” she added, smirking a little. “Let’s get garlic bread, and a side-order of chicken wings. Oh oh! And some of those desert lava cake thingies. I love those.” Of course, that was probably way more food then either of them could actually consume.. But she liked variety. The side-orders that you could get with Pizza were sometimes the best part of even getting a pizza! Man was she addicted to those chicken wings...

Glancing down at her finger-nails, she suddenly remembered she was supposed to be depressed. “No guy’s like me, so I may as well get fat..”

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It wasn’t that Anna Maria was obsessed with getting her way… okay, well she was a little crazy when it came to people doing what she wanted. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that she wanted to help her friend and knew that Hannah wouldn’t do the things it took to make herself feel better. She needed someone to give her a shove. And if there was one thing Anna Maria was good at, it was giving people a good push.

So Anna continued to snap pictures of her friend, hoping that her scowl would turn into a slow smile. She was sure it would—there was no way that Hannah could stay sullen for long, especially with her best friend around! She had a feeling that the suggestion of pizza would do it, and it turned out she was right. Hannah had loved junk food for as long as Anna had known her—but then again, who didn’t? She picked the camera back up and took a few more pictures, happy to see Hannah smiling again. She knew that once the other girl was over this low-class loser, she would look back at these pictures and smile at her own fickle behavior.

As soon as the ‘cat was out of the bag’ so to say, Anna Maria could tell that the products had peaked Hannah’s interests. How could they not? Everyone loved to be pampered, especially people who haven’t been taking particularly good care of themselves. Hannah was trying her hardest to keep the gruff look on her face, but Anna Maria saw though it. She knew Hannah well enough to know that by then end of the night, the other female would be smiling and cheerful, the way she should be.

Finally setting the camera down, Anna Maria raised an eyebrow at the insane amounts of food Hannah wanted to buy. There was simply no way they could eat all that crap, but it wasn’t something that Anna found worth arguing. They could always keep the leftovers, and honestly most of that stuff sounded pretty good. She picked up the house phone off the counter and tossed it to her friend, ”Sounds good to me, Seniorita! Go ahead and order.” Just listening to the order was making her stomach grumble.

It would probably be about an hour before the pizza got there, so Anna walked over to her bag and began to pull out scrubs and polishes for the pedicures that they were going to do. It started with a good scrub and a pumice to get rid of rough spots, and then a thick lotion that they could put socks on over and let soak until the pizza got here. Finally after eating they could rinse it off and paint their toes a pretty color and BAM, sandal- ready feet! She looked up at Hannah as she was getting off the phone and grinned, pulling out a large bag filled with polishes, ”What color you gonna do?”

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words: 502
muse: meh
outfit: ohh pretty !
notes: short! Sorry I’ve written 5 replies today >.>
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[hannah ingrid batemen]

Hannah jut her bottom lip out in a pout. Why did she have to call? The blonde hated doing stuff like that. Making important like phone-calls. Some people wouldn’t think that ordering pizza was important, but really, it was. Food was very important, especially comfort junk-food. If she made an error on the phone they could end up with like, an anchovy pizza or something just as gross. It was really important business, this ordering food. It made her rather nervous. She knew though, that Anna Maria had spoken, so what use was it complaining? It never got you anywhere besides a lecture and she hated those, even more then making important calls.

Still sulking, the youth picked up the phone. Reading the number of the pizza-place off a flyer on the fridge. Dialling slowly. It didn’t take her long to place the order. Even with her nervous stuttering and giggles. The guy on the other end of the phone must have thought she was flirting with him or something. Which was silly. Why would she do a thing like that? Maybe the guy was one of those cocky sort of guys who assumed every girl wanted him. Even girls who hadn’t seen him and just heard his voice on the end of the phone. Really now, his voice wasn’t that hot. She’d heard hotter.. Like Quentin.

With a wishful sigh, she hung up the phone. Letting her thoughts stray to the boy she really shouldn’t be thinking of. He was horrid to her. She knew this. And yet, she couldn’t help get lost in thoughts of him. His cheek-bones, his lips.. How his lips felt against her own- Shaking her head, she forced the thoughts from her mind. It was dangerous territory, thinking about Quentin. Especially if Anna found out. She was likely to get hit. Which was something she’d very much like to avoid. She did not like being hit. No not at all. It was harsh and unpleasant.

Slipping off the bench, she trudged across the open plan-apartment; from the kitchen to the lounge room. She watched as Anna started to un-pack the things they’d need to pamper themselves. Very careful not to let her face betray her thoughts. She couldn’t help herself. He was still on her mind. At Anna’s question, she bit her lip. “Maybe black? I think Quent-“ She stopped herself rather quickly, flushing. Opps. She really had not meant to say that, at all. Now she was really in for it, wasn’t she? Anna wasn’t going to be all that impressed at all that she wanted to change herself to catch Quentin’s attention.

She knew she should be forgetting about him, that would have been the healthy thing to do. But then, when did doing the healthy thing happen? Hardly ever right? If only her best friend didn’t absolutely hate the guy. Normally you were supposed to support all your BFF’s bad boyfriend choices- Not that Quentin was actually her boyfriend. Or would ever be for that matter. Frowning, she considered her next action. Back-track? Get weepy and sad? She really wasn’t sure. “Uh.... I.. I can’t help myself...” she said with a large sigh, flopping down into a chair.

“I think I may actually love him...” she whispered feebly. Looking down at her hands. Which were fiddling with the fabric of her shorts. She tended to be un-able to sit still at the best of times, let alone when she was nervous. She couldn’t look her friend in the eye right now, for fear of what she may see. Shame? Annoyance? Disgust? Disappointment? It was perhaps best if she just didn’t know. That way she wouldn’t have to experience just how bad it was. “I know I shouldn’t... I’ve tried not to... I just... I cant stop myself..”

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Years of being friends with Hannah had taught Anna Maria a lot about the other girl; like the fact, for example, that she didn’t like to take charge of things—even little things like ordering the pizza. But Anna sort of felt like it was her job to force Hannah to do these things every once in a while; because really, someone wouldn’t always be around to do them for her! And besides, it was far funnier to listen to Hannah giggle her way though the conversation that to just do it herself. Putting a fist against her mouth in a failed attempt to hide her own giggling, Anna listened her best friend make the call, refusing to turn around and watch for fear of losing her composure. She thought about turning and making funny faces at the other teen, but thought that doing so would perhaps be taking it too far.

Opening her polish bag, Anna began to dig though for her one of her favorite colors—a fiery red that caught attention no matter what else she was wearing. That was just the kind of girl Anna was—the kind who liked the attention to be on her whenever possible. Not that she had any delusions in thinking that she needed a nail polish color to gain that attention. Usually it was her deceivingly sweet smile or go-get-it attitude that did that job for her. Nevertheless, a nice bright color couldn’t hurt. Pulling it out, she stared at it, wondering if the color would bring her some well needed luck in the love department this summer, seeing as she’d had none for a while now. It wasn’t that no one was noticing her; there were boys that wanted a chance, but none of them had what she was looking for… probably because Anna Maria herself had no idea what that was.

Hear the name that literally made her blood boil, Anna was snapped out of her absent-minded thoughts. Looking up with a snarky glare, she replied a little too harshly, “Pu-lease, of course he would like some trashy color like black.” Standing up, Anna planted her fists firmly on her hips and continued, “Not that we care what he thinks, remember? He’s a horrid, idiotic wanker who has no business sticking his nose in your perfect life and effing it all up!” It was easy to see that Anna hated Quentin; she hadn’t thought very highly of him before all of this had happened, and now the very thought of his stupid face made her want to throw things. Breakable things. Because he had no right making sweet, lovely Hannah feel like this. No one did.

Sighing, Anna Maria ran a hand though her hair, feeling her harsh facial expression soften a bit at Hannah’s admittance—she wasn’t entirely heartless after all. Even though she sometimes tried to be; it was just easier that way. Walking over to the other girl, Anna realized that some nail polish and greasy pizza was not going to make this go away—and neither was not ignoring it. As much as she loathed having talking to most people like this, Hannah was most certainly the exception. Sitting on the arm of the chair Hannah was slouched in, she rubbed her small hand across her friend’s back in a way that she hoped was comforting in some way. “Oh Hannah…. I just don’t understand what you see in him at all… you deserve so much better.”
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Hannah bit her lip as she realised Anna was moving towards her. A small part of her was rather worried as to why the other girl was approaching. She wasn’t going to hit her, was she? Sometimes, she really wouldn’t put that past Anna Maria. But in all reality, they were best friends. The brunette wasn’t going to just go hitting the other girl because she fell in love. Love happened and you couldn’t often control it, so she was sure as disappointed as Anna may be, she wouldn’t be too hard on Hannah. Besides, the brunette wasn’t so ruthless that she’d tell someone off for who they unwittingly fell in love with. If she were, Hannah probably wouldn’t have been friends with her. She liked to think she picked her friends better. But then. There was Quentin.

He wasn’t exactly good picking, and Anna wasn’t the only one who knew that. Hannah herself knew he wasn’t good news. She could wax poetic about how he was good, underneath it all. But the honest truth to that was she was only trying to convince herself that there was some sort of substance. She had no proof of that. Sometimes she felt it, but really that’s all there was to it. Just a feeling and that wasn’t really enough to substantiate her claims. The heart couldn’t help what it wanted and perhaps Hannah’s own heart was just a little more sadistic then she even knew.

Still biding her lip, she gave the other girl a shrug. She still wasn’t really sure what to say. Shrugging wasn’t really a decent explanation. She knew that. “Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t.” She gave a small shrug, yet again. All she seemed to be able to do was shrug. “To be honest An. I really... Don’t know. I mean. It’s kind of like Edward and Bella. He’s like an obsessive controlling stalker yet she still chose him. Even though that’s kinda unhinged. I guess he’s my Edward. He could sneak into my room like a creeper and watch me sleep and I’d still move over and let him in.” She attempted to smile at Anna. Hoping her little Twilight reference would lighten the mood.

She fell silent then. It should have been fairly obvious by her moping that she was more than well aware of how horrid Quentin could be; just how much pain he could course her. She certainly didn’t need too much reminding of that fact. Turning to the nail-polish, Hannah noticed the red her friend had been looking at. “You should paint your nails that colour.” She noted, in an attempt to change the subject. “It will suit you.”

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