Hanna had never liked the town. It was kind of far away, being over fifteen minutes away by car. Plus, it was puny. There was a small market, a gas stop, a furniture shop, and a Mexican restaurant, as well as a few other shops that were mostly just for knick-knacks and such.
The road leading up to it was bland and boring, as well as thin. A few houses sat on either side, down small paths of dirt that were dotted with weeds and a few patches of grass.
Hanna stopped her bike at the start of one such trail. Her crystal-blue eyes gazed down the path at the small house. Her thin face was framed by her shoulder-length, white-blonde hair. Light freckles dotted her face, across her cheeks and nose.
She sighed, her gaze falling to the dusty and beat-up road. The summer heat burned through the girl's clothes, causing her to sweat. There were several trees littered here and there along the side of the road, as well as through the fields.
Hanna wiped her forehead, walking her bike down the path. The house she was approaching was puny, as previously stated. It was a dull, grey colour, with a dull, blue door. The entire house was really very dull looking overall. There was a small bed of flowers out front, as well as several hanging baskets on the edge of the small patio, which held only two rocking chairs in the shade.
Hanna walked up to the door, leaning her bike against the wall. She knocked against the wood, not surprised in the slightest to hear the lock turn and see the door open.
It opened to reveal a small lady, who smiled gently at her. The lady's long hair was copper, pulled into a braid down her back. She was shorter than Hanna, though admittedly older. Her minty green eyes bore a hole in the floor of the deck, avoiding eye contact shyly.
"Lisa," Hanna murmured, her blue eyes softening.
Said girl motioned for her to come in. Hanna entered the cool house, finding a seat on the small sofa in the front room. Lisa sat beside her, sighing.
The house was smaller on the inside. The living room only had the tiny sofa, as well as an old rocking chair. Down the hall, there was a small kitchen. It had very little counter space, as well as a nonexistent microwave. To the left of the kitchen, a small computer room held a single computer and four shelves filled with books covering the walls.
Down the hall past there, a small hall led to three rooms. At the end of the hall, there was Lisa's room, which was quite small and held only a bed, a desk covered in papers and books as well as a lamp, and a bookshelf filled with books. To the left of the room, there was another bedroom, this time a guest room. It only had a bed and two full shelves of books, as well as a desk with a single lamp. Across the hall, there was a simple, small bathroom. It only had a shower, a sink, and a toilet.
Overall, the single-story house was full of books. In fact, the stand the computer sat on was also covered in books. Lisa spent the time she wasn't at work reading. She almost never had any guests over, so she had time.
"Is something wrong?" Hanna asked.
Lisa bit her lip. She'd called Hanna over yesterday, asking her to come over that day so she could tell her something.
"We broke up," she murmured.
Hanna didn't have to ask who. Lisa had been dating a tall man by the name of Richard for almost a year now.
Richard was huge, towering over Lisa. He was a tanned man, with dark blond hair and blue eyes. He and Lisa were nothing alike, as he'd been pressuring her to move for the entirety of their relationship. Lisa had been forced into the whole thing by her parents, who wanted her married before she was twenty-five. Her being twenty-two and the shyest and most nervous person on the planet, it was very unlikely.
"Do your parents know?" Hanna asked.
Lisa shook her head, biting her lip and shivering.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, bowing her head. "You're the first person I told."
Hanna sighed, patting her friend's back.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll understand," Hanna assured her.
"I doubt it," Lisa snorted.
Hanna gave her a smile.
"If you want, I can stay over the night so you aren't alone," she offered.
Lisa smiled softly back.
"You're busy with college, I couldn't possibly-"
"Lisa. Don't start sounding like the little old ladies in games and books. Besides, school's out for the week, since it's the principal's and one of the teacher's birthdays."
"Ah, I see. Well, if you're family doesn't mind."
"My family doesn't care about me," Hanna snorted.
"D-don't say that!" Lisa exclaimed worriedly.
"Come on, Lisa. Just let me stay with you for a few days, it'll be easy to get everything I need."
Lisa looked uncertain, but nodded anyway.
"I guess I do have the guest room open," she murmured. "U-unless you don't want to have all the books and stuff. I could sleep in that room if you don't want to-"
"It's fine, Lisa," Hanna assured her. "Stop panicking."
Lisa smiled, causing Hanna's heart to flutter in her chest.
"If you're sure," she murmured, standing from her seat. "Do you want me to drive you to your house?"
"Nah, I'll ride back," Hanna muttered, not sure if she could handle close quarters with the other girl. "I'll be back in a while."
"Alright, what do you want for dinner?" Lisa asked.
Hanna stood up, walking to the door with Lisa trailing behind her.
"I don't care, what do you usually have?" Hanna responded nonchalantly.
Lisa was silent.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Hanna grumbled. "You don't eat. What do you have around?"
"I have a lot of pasta," Lisa said.
"Do you have sauce?"
"Then, that'll be good. I'll be back in a little while."
Lisa put a hand on Hanna's sleeve, looking uncertain again.
"It'll take over an hour on bike," she murmured, worry in her minty eyes. "Can't I just take you really fast in the car? I promise not to crash."
Hanna couldn't exactly say no to the smaller girl's big, sad eyes, so she agreed reluctantly.
Lisa's car was small. By small, Hanna meant that it only had two seats and the biggest trunk of any car she'd ever seen. It was also a stick, though said tool of driving manually got stuck a lot. The car was black, entirely. The inside had faded, worn black leather seats. The dashboard, steering, and all other parts of the car were black.
Lisa somehow shifted gears smoothly as she pulled to a stop in front of Hanna's house. Hanna stepped out, closing the door. She paused, pulling her door open and slamming it shut again so it would stay shut. Lisa smiled, shrugging.
Hanna's front yard was a total mess, not even fit to be called a yard. The lawn was made of weeds, the house itself's paint chipped. Of course, it was a two-story house that was as messy as the outside. Speaking of the outside, Hanna nearly tripped fifteen times over random toys and such hidden among the weeds.
The inside of the house was the same. Hanna tripped and stumbled throughout, until she reached her room. It was clean, though small. Hanna shoved all her clothes, all three pairs, into a backpack, as well as her objects and a the two books she owned. Now having all her possessions in the pack, Hanna hurried to the door. The small bed was covered in paper, which Hanna quickly paused to cram all of it into a folder.
Hanna didn't want to deal with her three older sisters. Savannah, Adriana, and Haley were all the reasons their parents didn't trust children. Savannah hardly knew how to act in public, meaning she just got back grades and slept with every other boy in the state. Adriana and Haley were no different, though they both had actually slept with every boy in the town, as well as neighboring ones.
Hanna was nothing like that, for the simple reason that she didn't want to sleep with boys. Or most girls, for that matter. No, Hanna had fallen in love as a child and, despite her parents and everyone else telling her it wouldn't, it had lasted through the years. Her love was with Lisa, who seemed to be the smartest, prettiest, and most interesting person in the world. At least, she was to Hanna.
Hanna hurried out the door, stumbling down the yard to Lisa's car. Lisa smiled as she returned, throwing her backpack in the back.
"How was it? Did your sisters complain much?" Lisa asked.
"They weren't there," Hanna sighed. "Though, I wouldn't worry too much. I told them last week that I would be hanging out with you sometime soon."
"Won't they be worried?" Lisa questioned.
"Nope, they don't like me."
Lisa seemed concerned, but ignored it. She forced the small, old car into starting. It bucked slightly, and Lisa pulled away from the broken-down house. Surprisingly enough, the car handled the bumpy road exceptionally well. Hanna could hardly even feel the bumps and dips in the road.
"Did you get the shocks fixed?" she asked curiously.
"Yeah, my boss had a friend who said they'd do it for half the price," Lisa said, shifting gears.
The car shuttered, suddenly going a bit faster.
"Sorry," Lisa apologized.
"It's fine," Hanna replied, though she had hit her head against the window.
"Are you sure?" Lisa asked.
She sounded very worried. Though, being the timid girl Hanna knew her for, Hanna wasn't surprised.
"Yeah, I just hit the window. Don't worry about it."
"What if you die?"
"I won't die."
Lisa pulled to a stop on the side of the road, her vehicle spluttering to a stop. She turned in her seat, staring at Hanna with a look the blonde knew well.
The stubborn, "I-won't-look-away-until-you-let-me-do-something-to-make-it-feel-better" look that Lisa wore so well. Hanna sighed, rubbing her head dully.
"Don't look at me like that," she grumbled.
Lisa averted her eyes.
"Sorry," she murmured softly. "I suppose we should get back to my house so I can get started on dinner."
Lisa hardly struggled as she twirled the stick shift and started up the car once more. Hanna watched with interest as the tiny woman swerved the car onto the street, gunning it. Hanna hit her head against the window once more.
"Are you okay?" Lisa asked gently, her minty gaze never leaving the road.
"I'm fine," Hanna assured her. "Stop worrying about me so much."
Lisa didn't reply, her eyes narrowing as she pulled into her driveway. She tried to open her door, surprised to see it stuck. Hanna watched with amusement as her friend struggled with the door.
"Is the door stuck?" Hanna asked.
Lisa nodded mutely. She sighed, giving up.
"I'll fix it later, can I get out your door?" she asked.
Hanna opened her door with a bit of trouble, but finally got out. She held the door open, watching Lisa climb over the seats. She stepped out, stretching.
"Come on," she said, walking towards the door. "How long are you staying for?"
"As long as you'll keep me," Hanna replied, following her in.
The house was comfortably clean, as opposed to the pure junk that held Hanna's house together. Hanna sat down at the small table. It was round and could only fit three people, if you were having a small meal.
Lisa made a simple dish, as she didn't like cooking large ones. Of course, she made way too much, so she had extra. After cleaning up, Lisa pushed one of the bookshelves to the wall, which made Hanna wonder just how strong the puny female was.
"Sorry," Lisa apologized. "I forgot the bookshelf was in the middle of the room."
"It's fine," Hanna assured her.
Lisa smiled, turning around and exiting the room. Hanna flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She smiled, hoping to stay for a while.