Take Mine--Spanna
When it was announced that Alison DiLaurentis was throwing a Christmas ball, everyone had freaked out. There would only be a select number of tickets, and a ticket was absolutely required for entry. Spencer Hastings felt like she was the only seventh grade girl at Rosewood High who didn’t care about going. Of course, maybe she only felt that way because she happened to have a ticket.
“I can’t believe you got a ticket, Spencer! How did you do it?” Hanna Marin asked at lunch. Spencer had been tutoring the other girl in math during lunch, but they weren’t exactly friends or anything.
“Oh, um, we’re neighbors, and my parents know her parents. I guess that somehow means she had to give me a ticket. Plus, I think my sister might be dating her brother,” Spencer said, wrinkling her nose at the idea of Melissa dating the weird guy next door, who she was pretty sure was on drugs of some kind.
“Are you… Are you and Alison friends?” Hanna asked quietly, suddenly seeming nervous. Spencer understood why. She’d heard the things Alison called Hanna. She quickly shook her head.
“No, I don’t even think we’ve ever had a conversation. Honestly, I probably won’t even go to the party,” she admitted. Hanna’s eyes widened.
“Why not? It’s like, the best party Rosewood has ever or will ever see!” she exclaimed. Spencer fought the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t want to hurt the other girl’s feelings, but she thought Alison’s party sounded stupid.
“I’m not into big parties. And I doubt I’d even know anyone there. It would be boring,” she said. Hanna’s face fell and Spencer felt bad. She was trying to make Hanna feel better about not getting a ticket, but she seemed to just be making it worse.
“Why do you even want to go? Alison is awful to you,” Spencer commented. Hanna shrugged.
“Yeah, right now. But if I went to the party, maybe she’d talk to me… Maybe we could be friends. She’s nice to her friends, isn’t she?” she asked. Spencer didn’t reply, not bothering to point out once again that she really didn’t know Alison at all and they weren’t friends.
“Take mine,” Spencer said impulsively. Hanna furrowed her eyebrows.
“What?” she asked. Spencer opened her backpack and took out her wallet. From there, she removed a ticket and handed it to Hanna.
“Like I said, I probably wouldn’t even go. Someone might as well use it,” she said. Hanna stared at her in awe before snatching away the ticket.
“I don’t even know what to say,” she said, tucking the ticket into her own wallet. Spencer shrugged.
“You don’t have to say anything. Go to the party, have fun. Who knows, maybe it’ll be the start of a beautiful friendship,” she said. Hanna nodded eagerly, though the reference seemed to go right over her head.
“It will be, I promise! I’ll do anything to pay you back for this. Just say the word,” Hanna promised. Spencer frowned.
“I meant you and Alison. You said you wanted to talk to her,” she reminded her. Hanna nodded, then looked sad.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. Does it?” she asked worriedly. Spencer shook her head, not pointing out that beyond their lunchtime tutoring sessions, Hanna had never spoken to her.
“Of course not. No matter how it goes at that party, I’m your friend,” Spencer promised. Hanna smiled shyly. She’d never really had a friend.
“Thanks, Spencer. I’ll see you Monday?” she asked. Spencer nodded.
“Enjoy the party, Hanna,” she said. And she meant it, she wanted the blonde to have fun. But somewhere deep down, she also hoped that Hanna was sincere in wanting to be her friend.
Little did she know, this was the start of a beautiful friendship.