There Is Enough Room for Both of Us--Spanna
Spencer knew she had screwed up. She’d known it before Emily had chewed her out, she’d known it before nearly hooking up with the stranger in the elevator, she’d known it the second she’d taken her first sip of alcohol. But she felt like her life was falling apart and she’d just wanted to forget, even if it was only for a few minutes.
Emily had only been gone for a couple of minutes when there was a knock at the door. Spencer considered ignoring it, but her visitor was insistent. She drunkenly staggered over to the door and flung it open.
“What are you doing here?” she asked harshly. She was too drunk to properly glare at the woman in front of her. Hanna shifted her feet awkwardly. When Aria had dropped her off at Lucas’s loft earlier, she had found that the prospect of being alone was more than she could handle. She’d had difficulty sleeping ever since being kidnapped, and now the image of Rollins’ dead face was sure to haunt her dreams. But she’d been reluctant to bother any of her friends with her problems when she knew they were all dealing with things of their own. Finally, she’d decided to kill two birds with one stone and attempt to make amends with Spencer.
“Can I come in?” she asked. Spencer stared at her for a few seconds. After the scene Hanna had witnessed between her and Caleb earlier, Spencer was surprised the blonde would be anywhere near here. She stepped aside to let her in, her feet moving of their own accord.
“Spence, I am so sorry. I never should have kissed him. It was a huge mistake, and I am so sorry. I don’t want to be the thing that comes between you guys,” she said. Spencer sighed, her head pounding. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed, not deal with mistakes of the past.
“It’s not your fault. At least not completely. You weren’t the only one involved in it. God knows I’ve made a few mistakes of my own,” she said self deprecatingly, wondering why Hanna had come all the way over there in the middle of the night to apologize. She got her answer a few seconds later when Hanna nervously posed the question that had brought her to the Hastings property.
“Can I stay here tonight? I know you’re mad at me, but I really don’t want to be alone right now,” she said. Spencer paused. She didn’t know why Hanna would choose to come here of all places. Surely Emily or Aria would have been a safer bet. When she’d first seen Hanna, she’d been tempted to slam the door in her face. But Hanna looked devastated, and Spencer didn’t have the heart to throw her out.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here. I’ll let myself out,” Hanna stammered, mistaking Spencer’s silence for rejection. Spencer shook her head.
“No, it’s fine. Of course you can stay,” she said, too tired to fight. The part of her mind still thinking clearly knew that if she turned away Hanna now, it would be a defining moment in their friendship, an action that could ruin them forever.
“Thanks,” Hanna replied softly, surprised.
“You can take the bed if you want. I’ll stay on the couch,” Spencer offered.
“I don’t want to drive you to your own couch,” Hanna argued. Spencer raised an eyebrow.
“You want to take the lumpy couch?” she asked. Hanna shook her head, and the brunette sighed.
“What are you suggesting then?” Spencer countered. Hanna hesitated. She’d been already asked for so much, staying here was enough. Still, despite her concern that she might be overstepping, she had to ask.
“There is enough room for both of us. Please, Spence. I don’t want to be alone,” she repeated. Spencer paused again before nodding.
“Okay. Let’s go to sleep,” she suggested tiredly. Hanna followed her to the bedroom, where she accepted the pajamas Spencer lent her.
“I really appreciate this,” Hanna said. Spencer nodded without saying anything.
“Mona got the car fixed,” she announced. That got Spencer’s attention.
“What?” she asked in horror. Hanna nodded, slipping into bed next to her friend.
“I guess she had been tracking Rollins’ phone and when it stopped, she went to investigate. She found the car and took it somewhere to be fixed,” she explained. Spencer groaned. She was way too drunk and exhausted for this.
“She won’t tell anyone,” Hanna said defensively.
“If you trust her, I trust you,” Spencer said simply. Hanna was filled with gratitude. She had been worried that her friendship with Spencer had been irreparably damaged, but the brunette still trusted her, despite her mistakes.
“Thank you for letting me stay tonight. I know you probably don’t really want me here,” she said. Spencer sighed, her head pounding.
“If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here,” she said. Hanna didn’t believe her, but she didn’t argue. Spencer took in the bags under Hanna’s eyes, and the worry lines that she could swear hadn’t been there a week ago.
“When’s the last time you slept?” she asked, worry rising. Hanna shrugged.
“It’s been a while. It’s hard to fall asleep when I’m afraid I’ll wake up and be back there,” she whispered. Spencer swallowed heavily, guilt flooding her.
“Is it better when you’re not alone?” she asked. Another shrug.
“I wouldn’t know,” Hanna said. Spencer sighed, hoping she wouldn’t come to regret what she was about to suggest.
“Well, if it turns out that it is, you should stay here for a while,” she said. Hanna gaped at her.
“But… But you’re mad at me. And what about Caleb? I meant it when I said I didn’t want to mess things up between you,” she said.
“I know. I believe you. And maybe I’m a little bit mad at you, but you’re still my best friend. I’m not going to stand by while you’re too scared to sleep if I can help.”
Hanna felt tears fill her eyes.
“Thanks, Spence,” she said softly. Spencer nodded.
“We’ll figure everything out in the morning. Get some sleep,” she ordered, turning off the light. Hanna nodded to herself and closed her eyes. Spencer began carding her fingers through Hanna’s hair, and the blonde felt her entire body relax.
Maybe she hadn’t ruined everything.