We'll Figure It Out--Spanna
It had been a week since the girls had escaped from the Dollhouse. In that time, the four had each found their own ways of coping with the lingering fear and PTSD they were experiencing: Aria buried herself in her photography, Spencer sought comfort from Sabrina’s special brownies, Emily focused all her energy on Sara, and Hanna was sleuthing. But it wasn't working, not really. Hanna had tried to get them to talk to Dr. Sullivan, but then A had threatened Sara and Emily had put a stop to their plans. Personally, Hanna didn't understand Emily's obsession with the other girl. They didn't even know her and they certainly didn't owe her anything. Besides, if she’s just gone back to her own house where she belonged, she wouldn’t be in any danger. But Emily was insistent. So instead of trying to fix things between all four of them, Hanna had asked just Spencer to come over. Now the two girls were awkwardly sitting across from each other on Hanna's mattress.
"Sorry about this. I wasn't really thinking about not having anywhere to sit," she apologized. It wasn’t until Spencer had arrived that she’d realized they’d have to sit on the floor. Spencer shrugged.
"It's fine. I don't mind," she said, meaning it.
"So what are you doing in here? Do you have plans for the room?" Spencer asked, looking around at the torn apart room. Hanna shook her head, looking sheepish.
"Not really. I just needed something different," she explained. While she hadn’t been embarrassed by her lack of foresight when her mom said something, for some reason Spencer made her feel like she should have had a better plan.
Spencer nodded in understanding. The two lapsed into a silence, both remembering their rooms in that place and the torture they'd been through there.
"Are we okay?" Hanna asked suddenly. Spencer frowned.
"Of course we are," she said without hesitation, though her voice lacked its usual confidence. Hanna smiled sadly.
“How are we okay when we can hardly look at each other?” she asked quietly. Spencer frowned and gently reached out to take Hanna’s hand. She was relieved when the blonde didn’t pull away.
“Okay, maybe we aren’t okay right now. But we will be,” she promised.
“How?” Hanna questioned.
“We’ll figure it out,” Spencer said confidently. Hanna wasn’t sure how Spencer could be so sure, but she felt better all the same.
“I have an idea,” Spencer announced. “Why don’t we go to the store and look for wallpaper or paint?”
Hanna smiled, appreciating Spencer’s attempt at making things okay. And despite her mom and Caleb’s many attempts to go to the store with her, which she had refused each time, she found herself excited by the prospect of going with Spencer.
“You don’t really want to help me decorate my bedroom,” she said. Spencer shrugged.
“Why not?” she asked. Hanna knitted her eyebrows together, trying to think of something. It wasn’t that she couldn’t think of a reason Spencer wouldn’t want to help her as much as it was that she couldn’t think of a reason Spencer would.
“Okay, but you can’t try to talk me into choosing something boring,” she said. Spencer wrinkled her nose.
“I wouldn’t try to pick something boring!” she exclaimed. Hanna raised an eyebrow.
“Classic doesn’t necessarily mean boring,” she argued weakly. Hanna only continued to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
“I won’t try to influence you unless you ask for my help. Pinkie swear,” Spencer said, holding out her hand. Hanna linked their pinkies, a smile on her face.
“Let me tell my mom we’re going. I’ll be right back,” she said. As she went downstairs, a smile remained on her face. Teasing Spencer, which she realized was what she’d been doing, was the first time she’d felt normal since returning home. Maybe they would be all right after all.