Hartbig Fanfic: The Fight
It maybe so last year, but as promised, I deliver. To no-no-i-don-t and yesthatjess. Please remember these are all lies!
Hartbig Fanfic: The Fight
“Just shut up! Why can’t you just leave things well alone?” Grace hissed.
“What? So now I am the one with the problem?” Hannah asked, her eyes flashing in disbelief. For the past few weeks, Grace has been ignoring her. And when she’s not, she’s been snapping at her. So she confronted her. And now they are in a full blown fight. “What the hell did I do?”
Grace tried to walk passed by Hannah, intending to leave.
Hannah grabbed her arms and pulled her back to face her. “No, you don’t get to do that. You don’t go crazy on me and expect me to just leave it as is.”
“You can be so frustrating.” Grace said as she clenched her fist in anger. “And the worst part is that you don’t even know it. You have no freaking clue.”
“Then enlighten me. What did I do that was so wrong to deserve this type of treatment from you?” Hannah asked searching for answers in Grace’s face. She really doesn’t know where Grace’s anger is coming from.
“Nothing.” Grace answered. “Absolutely nothing. And that is the problem!” Grace shouting the last word.
“You are not making any sense.” Hannah gritted her teeth in frustration. “Haven’t I’ve been there for you all these time? What did I do not do?
“Let me leave.”
“No.”
“Get out of the way.”
“No.” Hannah blocked the hallway with her arms.
Grace tried to walked around Hannah but found herself blocked at every side.
“I’m warning you.”
“No! You stay here and we talk about this.”
Grace looked at Hannah as if she was crazy. Finding no other way, she pushed Hannah. It may have been a little too strong because Hannah fell on her back. Hannah looked on in disbelief. And Grace looked shocked at her action.
“God, I’m so sorry.” Grace worriedly said when she got her bearing back. She reached out for Hannah to help her but Hannah slapped her hand away. She sat up on her own, leaned on the wall, and closed her eyes.
Grace slowly sat down beside her. “Are you hurt?”
“Just my pride and apparently our friendship.” Hannah answered without any emotion, as if suddenly all the fight left her. “Fine. If you want to throw away five years of friendship, go ahead. I’m done.”
Grace looked at Hannah guiltily. She didn’t want this to happen. This was not the way things were supposed to end. Hannah really didn’t do anything wrong. It was all her, all in her head. If there’s one thing she knows, no matter how much she pushes Hannah away, she doesn’t want her to go. So even if it was really hard for her, she decided to open up. “I had a dream a few weeks ago. It was about you and Ingrid. That you were together and were very happy,” Grace started. “When I woke up, I was very pissed. I didn’t understand my reaction. So of course, I pushed it way, way back in my mind. But then she came out.” Grace laughed humorlessly. “It’s like my dream was coming true. And then you started to spend a lot of time with her. Suddenly all those emotions came rushing back. I was pissed and angry and lashing out at you.”
Hannah looked at Grace, understanding where she’s coming from. She put her arms around Grace. “Grace, it doesn’t matter if I have new gay friends or even a new girlfriend. We, you, Mamrie, and me are solid. Nothing can break us apart.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Grace shrugged Hannah’s arm off and stood up. “It’s not about friendship.” She added in frustration.
A look of confusion appeared on Hannah’s face. Her eyesbrows furrowed in deep thought, then the confusion was replaced with a look of disbelief.
“Don’t make me spell it out for you.” Grace warned as Hannah stood up with a determined look on her face.
“That doesn’t make sense. If I am thinking what I think you are thinking.” Hannah spoke slowly and deliberately. “You’re straight.”
“Maybe I’m not. I don’t know.” Grace answered sounding confused. “All I know is how you are making me feel.”
Hannah stared at Grace, seeing her in a different light. Well, it wasn’t really in a new light. A long, long time ago, at the dawn of their friendship, she had a little thing going on for her. That was the time before she was able to control her attraction towards straight girls. But then they became closer and Hannah realized that she valued their friendship more than her stupid crush. So she ignored it and buried it deep. She doesn’t even think about it anymore. But this changes everything.
“Are you and Ingrid…” Grace asked, not completing the question.
“No.” Hannah answered a little too hastily then added, “Well, we are just hanging out, you know. Trying to get to know each other.”
“In my dream, you really made a cute couple.” Grace spoke up as if she didn’t hear Hannah’s response. “You’re almost the same height. You look good on pictures and videos. And you’ve always had a thing for Asian girls and cleanliness. I mean, just look at her apartment.” Grace paused for a beat. “You should really go for it. You’ll make a great match.”
“She really is sweet and cute.” Hannah said wistfully as pictured Ingrid in her mind. “So easy to be with. Everyday I learn something new about her and I haven’t found anything that I don’t like. But we’re just friends. It’s too early.”
“That’s nice.” Grace said.
The sadness in Grace’s voice erased Ingrid from Hannah’s mind. “Are you serious about what you said?” Hannah asked quietly.
“I’ve got all these emotions and I don’t know how to process them. It makes me question who I am, what I am. Is this temporary, is this permanent, I don’t know. I’m like this walking question mark. I don’t think I’ll be good for anyone right now.” Grace answered sadly.
“You’re gonna go solo for a while?”
“It’s not fair to the person I’m with.” Grace answered as she look thoughtfully at her hands. “You know I sort of jump from one relationship to another. I need to sort it out by myself and take some time.”
The doorbell rang and startled both of them. They were expecting Mamrie. Hannah started walking towards the door, then she stopped. She felt her heart beating furiously inside her chest. She remembered this line from one of the movies she watched when she was younger… “If you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just… passes you by.” She likes Ingrid no doubt, but she loves Grace. She loved her even when she didn’t know it, even when she didn’t allow it. She even refuses to look at their videos together because it was so embarrassing to see herself put out her feelings like that for everyone to see. She never really got over her, she just learned to live with it. She has resigned herself to live with it. Better that than nothing. But now... With steel of determination, Hannah turned around. She lightly grabbed Grace’s arms and pulled her near. Then she tiptoed towards her, stared directly into her eyes, and then kissed her.
It was only for a second but it felt like a long time to Grace. She had to mentally pinch herself to ensure that it was not her imagination. She found herself staring at a grinning and anxious Hannah.
“Maybe that will help speed up that process.” Hannah said hoping that whatever it was Grace was feeling, that it was not just a phase.
The doorbell rang again. Hannah turned around, heart still beating furiously, and started walking towards the door again when she felt Grace grabbed her hands.
“Maybe one more time, just to be sure.” It was Grace who closed in for a kiss. This time, it was longer and Hannah was able to savor it, noticing how differently Grace tasted from the other people she kissed before, how it was sweeter and softer and ---
It wasn’t the nagging sound of the doorbell but Mamrie’s piercing voice that brought them back to reality.
“I know you’re in there as your cars are both sitting here prettily under the sun. If you don’t open up soon, I’m going to start drinking outside the door and start looking like a bum.”
Hannah opened the door with a giddy smile and promptly took the bags out of Mamrie’s hands.
“What the hell took you so long?” Mamrie asked in annoyance, failing to notice the looks exchanged between her two friends. “Re-enacting some hartbig fanfic?”
The End
A/N: This took a while to write. But I hoped you, my dear readers, like it. Send me a note if there’s something else you want to see.
