Meet The Wilsons [Hannah]

[chance joseph wilson]

Temmy // Chance // Verity

It took a lot of convincing but Chance managed to get Hannah out here, even if he had to beg and plead. He accidentally let slip that he was sort of seeing someone and his sisters just jumped at it like a pack of hyenas in the middle of a famine.

They just wanted to know everything from what she looked like to what she was like and who her parents were, did she go to a Church or was she one of those atheists who was going to poke holes in every belief and just be gosh darn annoying.

Chance told them what he could without giving away too much. It was all good things though so he figured she'd be fine. it wasn't like he could say anything bad about Hannah anyway though.

Getting to the little cafe, Chance gave Hannah one last piece of advice. "Just smile and nod. They're gonna be doin' most of the talkin' anyway," he told her. His sisters could go on forever.

The girls were sitting outside, chatting away in they pretty, expensive clothes, Verity, the older and shorter sister, flashing her new engagement ring like the world should see it and Temperance just grinning and flicking her hair back like she was on her own talk show. "Hey", he said, walking up to them, only to have girls come up and hugged him, pinching his cheeks and just generally being embarrassing in front of the girl he liked.

"Oooh this must be Hannah," Verity said, going up to Hannah and taking a good look at her. It seemed the girls had much thicker accents than Chance did but then they had never bothered to cover it up or lose it. "Oh hunny, you are just gorgeous, look at you, isn't she just precious Temmy," she said, turning to her sister for the last part, Temmy just nodded as she grinned, bitting her lower lip lightly, a habit she shared with her brother.

"Come sit by me," Verity said, leading Hannah over to the table. Chance just sat next to her, looking over to make sure she was alright. "I'm Verity by the way and that there's my sister Temperance, but we call her Temmy," she told Hannah with a smile as her sister waved upon hearing her name and said a quick, "Hi". Temmy was clearly the quieter of the two. She just took a little long to warm up to people and then she'd be talking about as much as her sister.

Outfits: chance, verity, temperance

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Hannah peeled the sixth dress she tried on and threw it back on the coat hanger. The first one made her look like a balloon. The second one made her look flat chested. The third one was too short. The fourth one was too long. The fifth one made her look like she was preggers again. And the one she just peeled off was the wrong colour. And the worst part was, this was the fifth shop she's been to since the malls opened. Kind of sad, right? But she was nervous as heck, and she needed to look perfect. She needed to leave a good impression on his sisters, but crap. If Chance looked good in just about anything, then his sisters could pull of wearing newspaper clippings, and still look hot as hell. She needed to look good, but at the same time, respectable. She sat down on the bench in the fitting rooms with nothing but a lacy pink and black bra and a black thong to match with it. She was stumped. She's tried on way too many dresses, and so far, not one of them has caught her eye. She still had a few more to try, but it seemed as if she's lost all hope. She might as well just march to the lunch meeting with jeans and a plaid shirt and get it over with. But that would just be disrespectful. And anyway, she didn't want to ruin anything between Chance and her. He mattered too much. Plus, he had practically begged on his knees before she agreed to go to the meeting. She wasn't about to take her words back.

Letting out a sigh, she tried on the seventh dress. It was blood red strapless dress. She slipped it on, brushing her hair over a shoulder, zipping it up. She squeezed her eyes shut, turning around to face the mirror. She was afraid to open her eyes. She had really liked this dress on the mannequin, and it looked super cute, but she wasn't sure if it'd look the same on her. God, she really hope it did because it wasn't that long. It stopped just before her knees, and it didn't show much cleavage. Didn't show any, really. But would it be too formal? Would it not be formal enough? She opened her right eye and caught her reflection with a gasp, opening her left eye. She didn't want to brag, but.... well.... it looked amazing on her. It was just right. It wasn't like a bright red, and it wasn't like an ugly maroon-ish red. It wasn't silky like she was going to a fancy dinner, and it wasn't puffy like she was going to prom. It was stylish and sleek like she was going clubbing or meeting up with friends for a drink. She looked older than she was. She looked like she was twenty two. She smiled at her reflection, studying it from the right side of her body and then the left, and then the back. Well damn. She finally found the perfect dress. In her eyes anyways, so that's all that mattered, right? She really hoped his sisters like it. She really hope Chance liked it too. She grinned, she even had the perfect black strappy Jimmy Choos to go with it.

Now all she had to decide was whether she was going to cure her hair, leave it half up or tie it all up. She checked the time on her phone and let out a string of curse words. Shit, she was going to be late. She paid the cashier with a couple hundred dollar bills, leaving the change for her to keep. She didn't have the time to wait for the change. She dashed out of the mall in the dress she tried on, slipping into her car and stepping on the peddle. She met up with Chance in the court yard, and together, they went to the cafe. Or as she called it, "the road to hell." He had given her a lot of tips, and when they got there, he gave her one last one. "O..... Okay." She choked out, nervous as hell. She pulled the dress down before she finally caught sight of his sisters. "Chance! They're...... amazingly beautiful! I-I can't do this." She figured they were pretty, but she hadn't thought they'd be like heaven sent angels slash victoria secret supermodels. And that would be an understatement. They were prettier than Merry, Blythe and Jolly. And that was saying something because her sisters were exquisite. In fact, his sisters were prettier than Aphrodite, herself. Shit. Too late. Chance had already said hey to his sisters. They got up and enveloped him in a loving hug. She felt a pang of jealousy for a second, wishing that these two were her sisters instead. She would never ever get hugs and pinches like that from any of her siblings. She stood there awkwardly with a small smile on her face as they caught up with their brother.

"Hi." She said with a polite smile. She hoped to God she's got the right name in her mind. She's tried to do her homework while Chance was giving her tips about his sisters. She would've said the name out loud, but it'd be so embarrassing if she got the wrong name. Guess she could have stuck with "Hi, I'm Hannah." That way, the sisters would introduce themselves to her instead of guessing. She blushed when his sister told her she was gorgeous. "Oh, thank you. You're too kind. You two are exquisitely beautiful though." She felt so out of place between the family. They looked like they could be celebrities and Hannah just looked like some lackey. Or worst. A wannabe. Verity led her to the table, and she took a seat next to her, Chance on the other side of her. "It's such a pleasure to meet you, Verity, Temperance. Chance talks about you two all the time." She was going to say Temmy, but she didn't want to over step her boundaries. She too, bit her lower lip, nervous, unsure of what to say.

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[chance joseph wilson]

Temmy // Chance // Verity

Chance just smiled at Hannah. She was cute even when she was nervous. "And you're beautiful too so you'll fit right in," he told her, trying to make the girl feel better. It wasn't like she was going to sit there getting judged for every tiny moved she made (though he couldn't really confirm this), it was just going to be lunch so that they could meet her.

"And quit worryin', you'll be fine," Chance told her as they approached his sisters. He failed to point out that those two were rather apt at smelling fear but then that would only frighten the poor girl even more. Still, he had his game face on with a big grin as he hugged his sisters and say hello.

Verity practically squealed when Hannah complimented her. "You hear that Temmy? We're 'exquisitely beautiful'" she said, turning to her sister with a grin. "I heard," Temmy said with a smirk before turning to Hannah with a smile that said 'don't mind her, she's the crazy one in the family'. She knew all too well how excited her older sister could get over things like that but still she appreciated the compliment. "I think I like this girl already," Verity concluded before adding, "Why don't you ever say things like that, Chance?" he asked, turning to the boy like he could learn something from this girl.

"I dunno, cause you're my sisters?" he offered with a shrug and a smirk. "Mhm, I'll let you get away with that one this time mister, but don't expect to in the future," Verity said with a playful glare at her brother before grinning back at the girl. She was like a pretty new doll and Verity was all excited to find out more while Temmy sat back to make sure her sister didn't scare the poor girl.

"It's nice to meet you too," Temmy told her, on behalf of the both of them as Hannah spoke about how much Chance talked about the two girls. Verity just grinned. She seemed to like hogging the spotlight and the microphone but no one ever seemed to mind. Chance was just waiting for it to go too far cause he knew how Verity could get. She seemed to enjoy playing match maker all the time so she would no doubt question Hannah some more when she found a good opportunity to.

"Oh I bet he does, he doesn't seem to want to say a word about you though," Verity told her, looking back accusingly at Chance but with a grin. "I think he just wants to keep you all to himself," Verity told her, "but we won't let that happen, will we Temmy?" she said. Oh no, this girl was all theirs now, but in a good way. They sisters could use an extra girl in their little club and they seemed to be pretty accepting of Hannah so far, despite not knowing too much about her.

Outfits: chance, verity, temperance

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Chance just knew all the right things to say to her because for a second, she actually believed that she belonged right in. But that was just silly. Her? Fitting in? Well, that was just impossible. She could stay invisible, she could make a scene, but she definitely did not fit in. At all. Ever. The last time she tried to fit in to a crowd, she was made fun of like no tomorrow. She ended up eating in the girls' bathroom for the rest of the next three months that she stayed. To say it was torture was.... well.... another understatement. Hannah just doesn't do fitting in. It's hard to blend into a crowd when the second you try to blend, you get judged for it. But Chance was just trying to ease her nerves. Too bad it didn't work because she was trying so hard to make sure this lunch would stay perfect. If she was going to start changing for Chance, this will need to be on the list too. Today was not about impressing his sisters. It was about going the distance to be herself no matter what. It wasn't about proving herself to them, but to let them know whatever they wanted to know. They were just being over protective siblings, and she'd like to say she understood the feeling, but she didn't. Not entirely anyways. But she could always pretend this was lunch with Merry, Jolly, Blythe and Scott. It wouldn't be any different right? She pictured it for a second, trying to remember if there was a day that they ate lunch together, just the siblings alone. Nope. Never. Except for dinner when the whole family ate together, but it always ends in a fight so, yeah, picturing herself having lunch with her siblings was not going to be a good idea.

If Temperance and Verity didn't look so different, she was sure they could be twins. They got along so well, and they seemed to have connected thoughts or well something. They made it seem like they were conjoined twins. Just..... without the conjoined part. She wasn't really sure how to describe it, but what they had was what the the triplets shared. Like their own language. Their own elite club. Hannah let out a soft laugh at the smile Temmy gave her. She could read hidden messages like no other, so she understood what Temmy was trying to do. Verity asked his baby brother why he didn't give her compliments like the way Hannah just did, when he responded with a smirk saying it was because he was her brother. This time, she let out a real laughter. She was so jealous of the relationship he had with his sisters. If only she could share those same relationships with her own siblings. She scoffed in her mind. Yeah. As if. They're so conceited and judgmental that they'd never even look at her if she told them that she'd kill herself. She doubted that they'd even go to her funeral when she did die some day. She could be two steps away from where they are and they'd purposely avoid it. If they couldn't even make those two steps for her, half way across the world was just impossible then. She truly thought that when she really does die, she'd never really be able to rest in piece. Would Noah get her a proper burial? Who else would come? She had to worry about those things, but it was clear for Chance, Verity, and Temperance that they could always count on each other to be there in jeans and t-shirt, making unnecessary jokes during the burial. They wouldn't really do that, but she wouldn't be surprised if they did. They were so relaxed around each other, so..... family-like. For a second, she felt like she was home. In another dimension, of course, but still home. She let a small smile grace her own face. She liked being around them. They made her feel so welcomed- unlike some people who yell and judge and push her around.

With each passing second, it seemed less and less agonizing. And eventually, Hannah stopped wanting to end this as soon as possible. And while Verity seemed like the kind of girl that liked the attention from others, she was also nice, friendly, easy going, and fun. This lunch seemed less like a chore and more like a good time. She relaxed a little into her seat, letting Verity do all the talking. Just like Chance predicted, she wasn't doing much of the talking. She glanced over at Chance with a small smile as his sister accused him of hiding her. Well she understood why they didn't know about her considering they haven't been seeing each other for that long. Hannah only met him through the chat on his first day at Hawthorne, and even then she was the new kid too, but they all went out and it was like, they clicked. Given, she didn't notice him checking her out, but he seemed like a pretty cool guy, and the more hours she spent with him, the more she grew to like him. In fact, he had asked her out the same day they went out to the arcade with Summer. Then again, she had said no, and didn't say yes until much later on. Hannah gave Chance a questioned look when the eldest said that they weren't going to let Chance keep her to himself. Should she be afraid? "I'm sure he didn't mean to keep me from you guys." She told them, glancing at Chance once again before turning her attention to his sisters.

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[chance joseph wilson]

Temmy // Chance // Verity

Temmy just watched on in relative silence, sitting comfortably back in her seat while keeping good posture. Hannah seemed really sweet, laughing, smiling, saying all the right things. Temmy was sure she was great and thus had already quietly approved the union.

Chance glanced over at Hannah only to see her already looking at him when Verity informed them that he was hiding her from them. Then there was the bit about how they wouldn't let him keep her from them.

Chance saw the look that Hannah shot him and just smiled back at her letting her know that there was really nothing at all to fear. To help this, he reach very subtly under table to hold her hand, rubbing it gently to let her know he wasn't feeding her to the wolves or anything.

He let Verity finish her little speech and even waited for Hannah to speak up. It was rare for Verity to give even the slightly bit of space for anyone else to offer up their opinion so he was gonna let Hannah take that before responding.

"Are you kidding?" Chance said with a smirk. "Of course I was hiding her," he told them, clearly not afraid of his sisters, which was fair because he had known them all his life, he could probably get away with saying a lot of things. "Wouldn't want you two scaring her off," he said.

Temmy just laughed and Verity shot him the most exaggerated shocked look. "We would not scare the poor girl, we looove her," Verity told him and Chance glanced over as Hannah to make sure she heard that. So there it was, Verity had approved of the girl too, even if it was slightly exaggerated and that was really why Chance did that, so that Hannah might get a hint of it and maybe feel a little better about this afternoon.

It was then that Chance's phone rang. He glanced down at the phone. "I gotta take this, I'll be back," he told them, before running off to the corner to go talk to on his phone, leaving Hannah all alone with his sisters.

Verity watch her brother leave, waiting til he was a good distance away before turning back to Hannah with a big grin. "So, tell me everything," she said, "Where are you from? How'd you meet? Pleaase tell me you like to shop!," she said, demanding all this information at once with Temmy just laughed before offering up her thoughts. "Don't worry sugar, she's not always like this. I think someone just had too much coffee this morning," Temmy told her before turning back to Verity with a smirk. "Oh one cup!," Verity explained. "I don't need you judging me Miss I-Can't-Leave-The-House-Unless-My-Phone-Is-Fully-Charged," Verity said. Their bickering was cute and silly but it was great that they only really had these small things to pick on. "I have to. Do you know how many of those applications I have to run on it? It drains my batteries," Temmy told her.

"Besides, we shouldn't be doing this right now. Today's about Hannah," Temmy said before both girls simultaneously turned to look at Hannah. "Oh my lord, I'm sorry sweetie, okay go on, tell us about you," she said with a grin.

Outfits: chance, verity, temperance

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Hannah sneaked a glance at Temmy- whom seemed to be very quiet, and she was pretty sure that was a bad thing. People who are quiet are either secretly judging you in their mind, or they're trying to figure you out. Quiet people tend to be very observant of things. A little too observant. She squirmed a little in her seat, hoping no one noticed. At least they weren't hard core staring at her, right? Although, she wasn't so sure she liked the attention of his sisters. In fact, she didn't like attention whatsoever. Why else do you think she didn't want to be top dog? One, it's too much of a hassle to keep the position. And second, she hated the attention. And third, she hated the attention. She wasn't the popular girl before and she'll never be the popular girl. Nor did she even want to be the popular girl. You'd think a girl who's been tortured her whole life by the popular girl would want to be the popular girl and change the school around and make a change for the greater good. But that was not Hannah. She didn't want to go through the pointless "I'll ruin your life while I ruin yours to get to the top" thing. It's too dramatic and a total waste of time, so she sucked it up, and proved to others that she wasn't being a princess. Sure, she was spoiled, and her family was rich, but she wasn't a princess. Nor did she act like one and flaunted her money in everybody's faces.

Keep her all to themselves? She wasn't sure if she should be scared or be offended by this. Scared because while they're pretty nice and friendly, they're still older over-protective sisters. Offended because they thought it's easy to just suddenly include her in their club. Okay, that's a total lie. Hannah definitely wanted to be accepted by his siblings. It'd be nice if they approved. It'd be a very nice change compared to the disaster that usually happens. She wondered how his sisters would react if she had tattoos and nipple piercings. They'd either be very judgmental or scarily accepting. She'd rather them be very judgmental about that. Things would just be easier that way or it'd freak the hell out of her if they were accepting. She bit her lower lip, nervous again. What if they end up not wanting her? What if she somehow messes this up? Or worst, what if she didn't have proper etiquette? Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. She took a deep breath, held it in for a little while, trying to calm it down. Hannah saw Chance looking back at her and she was lost in his blue eyes for a couple of seconds before she remembered she was in front of his sisters. As if he suddenly heard all the jumbo thoughts in her head, he reached under the table and took her hand in his. Except.... this time it was more..... intimate. She blushed a little at his touch as he rubbed his thumb against the back of her palm. She relaxed at his touch as she let go of her breath. She'll be fine. These girls look harmless enough.

She watched silently as the conversation between the siblings unfolded. She laughed, Chance was so protective. Maybe it runs in the family. Her ears perked up when Verity told him that they loved her. Her lips widened into a broad smile. They liked her? Well that's a first. She glanced at Chance to see if he had heard that too or if she was just imagining things, but he was already looking at her, silently telling her that he was right. Chance's phone rang and told them he had to take it. She couldn't even squeeze in a word before he was up and gone. The panic bubbled inside her again. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. They were going to grill her out. This was the part were every sister turns evil behind their brother's back, and threaten the girl to stay away or they'll kill her. Or something like that. Oh, she was so dead. Coming here was a bad idea. Letting Chance her talk her into this was a bad idea. This was a bad idea. What was she going to do? What was she going to say? She looked over, following Verity's gaze. She turned to Hannah with a big grin. Afraid, she took in a deep breath, ready for whatever was about to come out of her mouth. But to her surprise, it wasn't the words she expected to come out of the girl's mouth. She hesitated before Temmy spoke up. She let out a small giggle and the sister's dispute. Their attention turned to Hannah and she squirmed under their gaze again.

"Ummm.... I'm from Queensland, Australia. There's a little town called Montville and there's around 850 of us there. Everybody knows everybody, and I say that with a very passionate 'it blows.'" She told them with a nervous laugh. She hated being in that town with all her being. It sucks that everybody knows each other because in a small town like this, word travels fast. Especially in high school where there's only about a hundred of them in the entire school. "I met Chance when he first came to Hawthorne, and we instantly clicked. Ummmmm..." What was the last question again? Oh, wait, it wasn't a question. More of a plead and desperation in Verity's voice. "And I absolutely love to shop." And that was true, except now that she is practically broke, shopping wasn't something she could do. Today had been the first time she's shopped for herself in two years now. Sad, I know. She smiled politely at them, ready to answer any other questions they had. As long as it wasn't any where near threats to stay away from Chance then she was all good.

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[chance joseph wilson]

Temmy // Chance // Verity

Temmy turned back in time to see Hannah looking at her and just smiled. She didn't say very much but she had her moments. Right now she was just letting Verity do her big sister act and just watching the show but she was still there and very much apart of the action, though more on the side lines, waiting to get tagged and take over or something. Temmy did see the girl squirm in the seat, really not liking the situation or perhaps just being uncomfortable. She wanted to tell her not to worry too much but Verity tended to have the more dominant personality.

"Ooh a small town girl," Verity practically squealed, almost as though she truly though that Hannah had com out of a nice little book or tv movie. "Like in that song! You know what I'm talkin' about Temmy, that song!," she said turning back to Temmy for help. "Don't stop believin?" Temmy suggested. "That one! I love that song!" Verity told them. Temmy just smirked and offered an explanation, "Don't worry sweetie, crazy doesn't run our family. It's just her," she told Hannah with a wink and a smirk. "Temmy!," Verity said before tapping her on the arm playfully before adding, "It's still a good song though." They sisters were usually pretty easy to get along with. Verity with her bubbly attitude and Temmy and her love of making little jokes at her sisters expense. It was all in jest though and she knew never to go too far with it.

"Aww, that's good though. He was just so mad when he left," Verity told her. "He didn't always used to be that way, just sometimes he can't control his temper. Usually best to steer clear when that happens," she said, thinking about it. Chance had his fair share of rage moments but it was always dealt with and forgotten. Unfortunately it just got too far one day and Hawthorne seemed like they might be able to help since it turns out Chance had an actual condition and they had all those counselors and doctors and all to help with that.

"Good! Cause we're gonna have to go shopping one day, just the the girls," Verity said with a grin while Temmy quietly shook her head and how her sister was going so fair and planing of this this despite only speaking the girl for about five minutes. Before anyone could protest, Chance returned to the table and sat back down, offering Hannah a smile.

"It was mom, she says she tried calling you twice or something," Chance told Temmy. "And she just got voice mail on your phone Ver," he told her, both checking their respective phones immediately. "Oh darn, phone's on silent," Temmy said, switching it back. "Darn thing's out of battery again, what did she want?" Verity asked. "Something about pudding?," Chance said with a shrug. "Oh, that's this Sunday," Verity said, turning to Temmy like she had completely forgot. Realizing Hannah probably had no idea, Temmy explained, "We make mom's chocolate pudding every second Sunday. It's an old family recipe." It was just something the girls liked to do. "You should join us if you're ready to meet momma, otherwise they are always other Sundays," Temmy told her with a smile. She wasn't expecting Hannah to expect and her smile only let her know that she didn't have to do meet the parents, or at least half the parental unit, right away if she wasn't ready for that.

"Ohh, I did have one very important question," Verity said, turning back to Chance and Hannah. "When do I get nephews and nieces? Like in 5 years or so? Cause I have given up on Temmy," she said looking at them seriously but even her serious face was comical. "Ver!," Chance protest, only to have Temmy laugh. "Whhat? I just like to plan ahead is all.. So what's the plan here?" she asked. "The plan is I am way to young to even be thinkin' about that," Chance told her. Kids were not on the agenda at all at this point.


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Smile and nod. That was his advice, right? Smile and nod and everything will be all good. Alright. Maybe she can give this a go. It wouldn't hurt, right? Hannah's green eyes glanced over at Chance whom was busy talking on the phone. Her heart pounded, her stomach queasy. Oh God. She was so nervous she was going to be sick. The hand he left behind felt empty, cold- like it was nothing unless he was holding onto it. 'Alright. Smile and nod, Beth. Smile and nod.' She took a deep breath, trying to fake a smile. She thought about how she looked with that. Her smile disappeared. 'I look stupid,' she shook her head a little and tried to place on an easy-I'm-relaxed smile onto her face. She nodded when Verity said she was a small town girl. And yes, she did live in a lonely word. She also packed her bags and took the midnight train going anywhere. As long as it wasn't there. How ironic. The girls love the song, and yet, she was exactly the same girl in the song. What would they think if they knew? She let out a forced laugh as Temmy made a joke about her sister. She nodded, implying an okay. Was it just her or was the table getting too crowded? Was people staring? Oh my God, they're staring. She felt like she was in a stuffy room when she couldn't be because they were sitting outside, enjoying the sweet sunshine.

'Relax, Beth,' she reminded herself, knowing for certain that they weren't going to harm her. She listened as Verity responded to the Chance topic. She pursed her lip, wondering if she should say something about her already seeing him angry. Was that a good idea? Maybe not. They'd ask her what happened, and she'd tell them she stayed around, and they'd think she was stupid or something. They'd ask her what happened and she'd have to describe his rage and that she shared a story with him and they made out. Yeah, that was not going to turn out well. In fact, they might even skin her alive. And Hannah was trying to avoid that, not walk right into the trap. "Yeah, I understand, but it's not so bad. I've..... He's told me about it." Crap she almost told them that she's seen it before. Stupid stupid Hannah. "I really think he's doing a lot better, so you guys have nothing to worry about." She told them, with an actual smile this time. Before she could say anything else, Verity told her that they'd have to go shopping one day. Just the three of them. She bit her lower lip, wanting to object, but just then, Chance popped back in. She returned his smile, reminding herself to not get lost in those amazing eyes once more. She needed to pay attention to what the girls were saying. She didn't want to come off as rude. Especially to his sisters. God, she felt like she was meeting the parents already. Except they're prettier, wittier, nicer, kinder, and much more sweeter than any parents could be.

Hannah sat silently, confused, wondering if she was suppose to know what was going on. Pudding? What was this boy talking about? As if Temmy also heard her thought, she turned to look at her to explain. "What the hell are you eating, Hannah?" Her mother shouted across the kitchen, storming over to the fourteen year old with a showing bump on her stomach. "Well what do you think? I'm certainly not eating shit if that's what you're asking. I'm pregnant, not stupid, mo- Sienna." Replied the girl, shoving a spoonful of pudding her mouth. "Well heck. For shit, they taste goood. Want some?" She asked, pushing the tub of brown stuff in her mother's face. "Delicious, right?" The girl said, holding in her laughter. "Hannah Elizabeth Cohen!" Sienna squealed, causing Jake to rush in. He barged in with an angry face plastered on, grasping on his daughter's arm tightly. "Apologize to your mother right now." He growled, glaring right into the same pair of green eyes. "She is not my mother. She's a psychotic bitch." Out of reflex, his hands flung and collided with Hannah's cheek, leaving five finger prints across her face. She swallowed hard, her said cheek burning even though it was a long time ago. Her hand automatically reached up to her face as if she really had just been slapped. Her tears had run dry, but she knew that if the well was filled, it would be streaming down her face. Her hand fell awkwardly back to her lap as she listened to Temmy explain. "Oh, no. I couldn't interrupt mother-daughter bonding time. That would be rude of me." she knew she could decline, but that was just down right mean. Especially since these girls have been nothing but nice to her.

She raised a brow slightly, wondering what Verity's important question was. Her attention was entirely on Verity as she went on to the question. If Hannah had been drinking water, it would've been dramatically spat out. Also ironic because she already has a kid. A two year old baby boy, in fact. He was the cutest little thing she's ever seen. He has the same green eyes, and the most adorable dimples. Not that she was trying to brag, but if Noah really wasn't hers, she'd have complimented that baby like no tomorrow. She bit down hard on her lower lip as she heard what Chance had said. He didn't even imply that he wanted kids. Nor did he even imply that they'd still be together at that point. Did he want kids? Did he even like kids? It was then that she understood how little she knew of him. He hasn't even been thinking about the future. Did he see her in his future? Would she still exist to him? Her heart clenched as if someone was digging into her heart. What would he think of Noah? He'd hate her. He'd hate Noah. He'd leave her. She knew it. She knew it. And here she thought, "What the hey, I'll take a leap. I'm sure Chance will catch me from the other side." Turns out she's going to fall flat on her ass too. 'Way to go, Beth.' The water tank refilled, the tears threatening to fall. She blinked them away, swallowing hard. Just end the heartbreak before it hurts even more. That's always been the plan right? Run away?

'Go. Leave. Run away while you still can.' What was she going to do? What was she going to do without making it obvious? She'll make up some excuse and leave. She'll zip her bag and leave. Somehow. She'll hide her suit case in the garden or by the lake or somewhere, and she'll sign out, take the luggage and run as far away as she can. Take Noah and take the train to somewhere where Chance would never find her. Or something. There's got to be some way, some how. Or maybe she can just leave her stuff in her dorm and just go. She'll buy new clothes. She'll work 24/7. She'll work her ass off. Get new toys for Noah. Worry about other clothes until she feels less guilty for abandoning Noah. She'll get over her heartbreak. Work till she ached in the bone. Work until the emotional pain was just a dull drumming. She pretended to look down at her watch, "Oh, is that the time? I'm so sorry, I've got to go or I'll be late for my soccer practice, but it was really really nice meeting you two." She told them with a small smile, grabbing her purse. "Goodbye." She told them cheerfully as if it was the kind where she'd be back some other time. She glanced over at Chance for a second, her heart aching again. She looked away just as fast as the glance came. She had to get away.

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Temmy // Chance // Verity

"Aww well that's great," Verity said. Hearing about Chance getting better was always a good thing. "You know, he does seem a whole lot happier with you around," Temmy added. "Oh he does!" Verity confirmed. it was yet another reason they liked her, seeing their brother happy was nice.

Chance thought that Hannah looked alright. She was smiling and seemed to be handling it well so there was nothing really to worry about as far as he could tell.

"Hardly, we'd love to have you," Temmy told her with a mild. "Oh you have to, that pudding is amazing," Verity told her. "You don't have to this Sunday," Temmy added, knowing that it might be too soon and that meeting them was a lot already and adding parents to the list might be too much to handle in one week.

Verity hardly noticed a thing but Temmy saw it all. She saw Hannah's reaction to the whole kids thing but she wasn't sure she understood what it meant. Did the girl look a little sad or was it something else? Disappointment? No, she looked like she might cry... Was that right? Temmy just wasn't sure so she left it at that for now and turned back to her sister.

Next she knew, Hannah was leaving. "Oh," Verity said, about to apologize if it had been something she said but then Hannah said something about soccer practice. Temmy didn't buy it though. Hannah was trying to leave too suddenly and too quickly but Temmy wouldn't ask.. She might ask Chance about it later but she wouldn't say anything right now, especially since Verity seemed oblivious, she didn't want it to be obvious to her too that something was going on.

"Alright, bye then," Verity said, eyes wide, unsure or what just happened because it was happening so fast. "It was nice meeting you," Temmy told her. "I'll see you guys later," Chance told them before following her. He waited till they were a good distance away.

"Are you okay?" Chance asked. "Hannah, talk to me," he said. "Please tell me what's wrong? Verity was just kidding, that's just how she is," he told her. He wanted to know so that he could fix it because he really didn't want her to be upset, especially not over something he said or anything.

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Where has Hannah heard that before? Hope constantly reminded her. "Hannah, you should be around more. I like this Chance." or something like that. She doubted she had anything to do with his happiness. They barely knew each other. They've only been on a couple of dates, so she couldn't possibly have affected him that much. It's something else. It's got to be something else. Or someone else. Like Summer. Summer tend to have this thing where she makes everyone happy. It's like some weird super power that she possesses and it's like your daily dose of anti-depressants. It's got to be Summer. There was no explanation as to why it would be it would be her. Chance generally seemed like a happy kind of guy anyways, so really, she didn't understand why people kept telling her that he was happier when she was around. It was not true. Maybe he just had a good day or something. She didn't know why, but she found it hard to believe. She finds a lot of things hard to believe. Especially compliments. She didn't know why, but they made her feel sick. Like physically sick and she didn't have a clue as to why. Just that she hated compliments. She didn't know how to explain it but it was like for every compliment she was given, a voice in her head would tell her otherwise. Like they were reminders that she was nothing like her sisters. She was just a dirt in the road. They were the diamonds in the rough. They're angels sent from above and she was just another ghost roaming around the world aimlessly. There was no way that these people could see good things about her. The reason being they don't exist. At all. Whatsoever.

"Yeah, another Sunday would be great." Lies. She hated pudding. Couldn't smell it without feeling sick to her stomach. She couldn't be anywhere around pudding without having the guilt rush over her like a tsunami. That was the last time she'd ever pudding again. She was six months pregnant at that time, and chocolate pudding was the only thing she could stomach down with out throwing it up. For days she craved for chocolate, but every time she eats it, it ends up down the toilet. Chocolate pudding was the only thing the baby wanted for about a week before it craved for something else. Her mind told her to stop eating the pudding, but the baby was like "mine!" Yeah, it was not a pretty site to see. Her mind still craves for pudding, but she was just generally repulsed by pudding after that day. It was like she was conditioned to think that pudding was not what she wanted because if she ate pudding, it'd mean she'd get hit by her dad again. She knew that wouldn't happen because they were so far apart, but it was like he was just steps away from hitting her again. Hannah had crashed at a friend's house that day. And the day after that. And five more days after that. She didn't go to school, didn't sleep, didn't say a single word. She had been so shocked at the fact that her own father had hit her, and left ugly blue-ish purple prints on her face that she couldn't register reality. All she could think about was the furious look on his face, replaying the moment he hit her over and over and over again.

All that because of Noah. Everything was because of Noah. She killed her own mother for him. Left her family behind without a goodbye because of him. Had no friends because of him. Never fell in love because of him. He was always in the way. Why? Why was everyone so disgusted with her for keeping a life form? Was she wrong for wanting to keep Noah? Was this God's way of punishing her? Was he punishing her because she was falling in love? Noah was his way of constantly reminding her that everybody leaves. That Chance was no exception. He would be disgusted by her. He would judge her. He would leave her just like everyone she has ever gotten attached to. She shouldn't have came here. She knew there'd be a disaster. And this was the disaster that was long over due. She knew this would happen, and she walked right into God's trap. Could she be any more stupid? Here she was, being all protective of her heart, and then out of nowhere BHAM! Chance comes along and makes her thing all these stupid things. Things like staying at this place, making her want to unpack, taking her out to dates, making her think she's pretty. He was all it took for her to take the bait. And just when she thought everything was going to be okay, God snapped the trap. "What a foolish girl." Her mother used to say when the protagonist walked towards the scary noise even though the girl knew it would be best if she ran away from it. And a foolish girl she was, thinking it'd be better to investigate the screams.

Hannah tried her best to walk like she normally would, instead of running away frantically. She had to make this look natural, like she wasn't panicking on the inside. Like her heart wasn't breaking. Like she was actually late for practice. She smiled politely at them, got up from her chair and walked away, holding in the tears that were bound to fall. She could hear Chance's footsteps coming after her, but she continued to walk. Away from him "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. And I know that's how Verity is." She answered, mumbling, her throat tight, hanging onto that last piece of dignity that she had left before she falls to her death. She sighed, remembering her promise to Chance. She had said that she'd give him a chance to try and fix the problem. She had told him she'd let him try. And here she was, going back on her word. She stopped walking for a second, turning to look at him. Really, truly look at him. She could at least tell him the truth before she jumped town right? She owed him that much. He had made her feel so many things that she thought she'd never feel again. In a good way. He had made her realize that there were still amazing people out there who would love you. He had made her happy. So very happy. But happiness could only last so long. "I......" She trailed off, wanting to tell him about Noah for a second, but decided not to. She couldn't. Shouldn't, more like. She promised him though. He deserved so much, and he thinks he's found it in her. She owes him the truth. No. She owes him her life. If it weren't for him, Hannah wouldn't have gotten it this far in this place. She wouldn't have opened up as much. Wouldn't understand what it's like to have true friends. What it's like to feel loved.

"I cant," she whispered, "If I tell you, you'd be disgusted." she told him, looking away. But she had to. She had to tell him everything. She looked up at the clear blue sky, taking a deep breath of fresh air into her lungs before letting it all out. "Have I ever mentioned Noah?" she asked him, her eyes fixed on the sky. Before he could answer, she continued. "No, I believe I haven't." She answered for him, thinking about it. "The secret that's worst than the thing with my mom...... it has something to do with him." Hannah couldn't do this. She couldn't possibly tell him she has a two year old son. She wouldn't be able to stand the hate and the disgust in his eyes. It would hurt. But it was hurting her to not tell him about Noah. Like she was ashamed of his son or something. She wasn't, but she just wanted to protect herself. Was that selfish? "Noah...... is my dirty little secret." She was going to do this. She had to. She was going to sacrifice her heart into this. "It's not what you think.... he's not a fuck buddy or a boyfriend or a fiancé or whatever. See... Noah's my.... umm....." She trailed off, sneaking a glance at Chance. She had to do this. "He's my...... two year old son." There. She said it. She let out a breath of relief as if the weights were lifted off her shoulders. It felt good. Well since it felt this good telling him the truth, another one wouldn't hurt, right? "And before..... I.... Well I didn't want to tell you because I thought.... I thought I could lie and tell you he was a friend's kid or something.... Let you get to know him...." She looked directly into his eyes now, hoping he wouldn't be disgusted with her. "I thought maybe.... maybe all three of us could.... I don't know.... spend the rest of our lives together or something." I know I know, so naive, but Hannah couldn't help it.

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Temmy // Chance // Verity

Temmy just smiled. She was under the impression that this Pudding Sunday thing was going to happen. It would be great to have her over and just generally have a great time. It was always fun, especially since they girls got older. They start with a nice big breakfast with champagne mixed with orange juice and then eventually slip on their aprons and laugh and have a good time as they made the pudding, chatting away and catching up with the latest events. It was a nice mother/daughters thing but Temmy thought that maybe they could include Hannah and see how that went.

Considering the change in Chance she was sure that this would last at least a while, but what she hadn't considered were Hannah's potential problems and her past. Temmy was still under the impression that despite being at that school, the girl could still be relatively normal, just like her brother. "Great, then it's settled," Verity said happily as she moved the conversation along.

Chance managed to catch up to Hannah when she left so suddenly. He really couldn't think of what the problem could possibly be. Had he said something wrong? He would have though back to the conversation and try to figure it out but right now he was too concerned with Hannah and what was going on.

She began to speak but stopped herself. It was like she was trying to explain, clearly she meant it when she said she'd let him help but Chance figured that the only damage control he would have to do would be to do with his sisters not him. He didn't think that he could have caused this. He didn't know much about her past but he hadn't considered that it might come back and cause her to act like this.

While she spoke, Chance just listened, thinking, how bad can it be? What could she possibly have done that would leave him feeling disgust. what external factor could possibly come into play here? He certainly couldn't think of a thing that might do it. He just shook his head when she said something about Noah. Who was this person? He certainly hadn't heard the name before. Was this the big secret?

He listened, not sure what to say because he was only getting pieces of it at a time. Noah's her secret? Who was this guy and what'd he do? Then she listed all the things he wasn't and Chance was out of options. He couldn't think or who this person could be. A family member? A brother or something perhaps? And then she said it and he stared at her, completely at a loss for words. What would he say to that?

She looked back at him, telling him she thought about just lying and saying it was a friend's kid. it was a good idea but Chance didn't like the idea of lying or keeping a huge secret like this. This kid was a part of her life, he had the right to know about him. Chance had no idea what he was getting into and just when he thought that things were going well, she tells him this and everything just falls apart.

Chance had thought about things like this once or twice. dating was always something he could manage. It was just one girl so avoiding her seeing him in his rage phases going crazy and breaking things, well that was doable. He could deal with that but a kid?! How in the hell would he be able to be around a kid and guarantee that he wouldn't get violent? What if he hurt the kid, even accidentally. He didn't want that on his conscience, he couldn't deal with that. So what she looked back at him, Chance was already looking away in thought, his face didn't show disgust but sadness, fear, worry.. That sort of thing.

Then she said it and Chance had to take a step back, a physical step back as though he were trying to get away from this situation. It wasn't her he was trying to get away from, he just needed to think. The three of them? He wouldn't have minded it so much but he didn't want to accidentally hurt someone again. Not after last time. He didn't want to get so mad and do who knows what. He'd never forgive himself for that so the idea of the three of them together? That was a very scary thought for him.

Chance couldn't even think of a word to say. He felt like he could barely breathe. She had just thrown this thing at him out of no where. How else was he suppose to react? "I can't," he said, unable to even finish that sentence. He couldn't be around some kid. It was fair to expect that. He should be the last person anyone would want around their kids and here she was talking about them all being together? It was probably a good thing that she thought it could work but for a moment, Chance was just too afraid to take that leap and tell her that it could work.


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The thought of spending the rest of her life with someone scared her. The rest of her life was a long time. Extremely long. For all she knew, she could be back with her family in a couple of years. She could be dead from being ran over by a bus. She could have gotten so sick she'd be in the hospital bed. So many possibilities. But Chance made her feel like it's okay to think about forever. That she would actually spend the rest of her life with him. And the thought of that scared her. It scared her to think that Chance could make her feel that way. She spent years thinking of how she was going to survive through the day without worrying about tomorrow. Couldn't look at tomorrow without thinking she'd never make it. Thinking about the future only leads to stress. And she had too many things to stress over before she thought about the future. Before Chance, Hannah had no future. She didn't know what to do, what she could do, how she could raise Noah. She was lucky if she made it through a day without having to worry about having enough food for dinner. For breakfast. For lunch. She was lucky if she made it through a day without worrying about Noah. She'd be lucky if she made it through the day with just enough money to afford a meal for herself. She'd be lucky if she made it through the night without being woken up by Noah at four in the morning. She'd be lucky if she made it through a day without having to walk by someone and see their future so bright and clear and then look at hers and see absolutely nothing. She'd be lucky if someone sent a smile her way instead of looking at her with disgust because she had a kid in her arms calling her mommy.

But Chance made her feel that it was okay to spend the rest of her life with someone. That she had a future. That she didn't have to go through a day, worrying, alone. He made her believe that she could rely on him to never turn away from her. That it was okay to open up because he would never let her down. That if she let people into her heart, she'd learn that not everyone was going to break her heart. He had crumbled the walls she's built over the years, and made her feel all warm and fuzzy. Like..... Like..... Like she was in love or something. He made her realize that not the whole world is gloomy and grey, and that sunshine and rainbows still existed, as cheesy as it sounded. But that was what it was like. For Hannah, anyways. He made her think that settling down wasn't a bad idea. Isaac did a great deal of convincing her, but it was Chance whom made her decide that it would be okay to be in one place for a long time. For years, all she did was run. Run away from her problems. Run away from her sadness. Run away from her worries. Run run run. That was all she's ever known. She hated running. In a figurative term otherwise it'd be ironic considering she loves running, literally. Anyways, she's always hated running. Always have, and always will. But running was the only thing she knew how to do. Running was the solution to all her problems. It was the only solution she knew.

Hannah braced herself for the goodbye because that's all she's ever known. Her stomach contracted, feeling sick with nervousness. This was it. This was the goodbye that was bound to happen. Because a girl like her never gets her happily ever after. No, she's the ugly step sister that's left all alone in the world. The superficial jealous bitch. The one that died alone. She was forbidden to have her happily ever after. A sinful girl like her would never truly be able to feel happiness. To feel loved. To love from the bottom of her heart. She was the Eponine of the story. The one who watches Marius choose Cosette. The Rose that never got her Jack. But this was the price she had to pay. Just like the one she had to pay two and a half years ago. A death for a life. That was the price she had to pay. Either Noah dies or her mother dies. And being the selfish little fourteen year old that she was, she chose her kid's life over her mother's. Some daughter, right? Killing off her own mother. Shouldn't she be worried about Noah killing her off? No, because at the end of the day, someone always has to die in order to keep a life. Fairytale ending or not. If the wicked witch of the west didn't die, Dorothy would've. If the evil witch didn't die, Snow White would've died. Or Sleeping Beauty would end up in a coma for the rest of her life. That's just the way things work in a cruel cruel world like this. For every happy ending that there is, someone else suffers for it. That's how God liked to play the game. That's just how it is.

She watched him think about this, register the words that she had spoken. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. This time, not to hide her fat stomach, no. This time, she was wrapping her arms around her stomach because she knew the blow would hurt more than ever. Noah used to be one of her walls. The excuse she used to keep guys away from her heart. To guard herself from falling in love. To stop herself from getting hurt. And it always worked. Always. But in this situation, Noah was the one secret that she wanted to stay hidden because she didn't want Chance to leave her. But he was also the one secret that she wanted to share to keep him. And now that the secret was out, it was like...... Well she wasn't sure how to describe this. But it was like a mix of anxiety and sea sickness. Though, finally telling him the truth made her feel relieved. She hated not telling him- especially since Isaac knew. And she wasn't dating Isaac. Now that she was dating Chance, it was like she shouldn't be keeping Noah from him. She thought hey, maybe Chance will feel the same way about Noah the way Isaac did. She was naive to think that two entirely different people would give the same reaction to such a dirty secret like her's. Stupid stupid Hannah. He took a step back away from her, and it was like finger nails were digging deep into her heart. She couldn't read his thoughts or the feelings behind his eyes. She was so scared. So scared of him turning her away. So afraid to lose him. What was he thinking? She could barely think about anything. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Her fingers clenched around her purse, her knuckles white from the tight grip. Him stepping away from her only meant one thing. And she knew what it meant, but she just wanted to hear him say it. Hear him tell her he was disgusted with her. That he never wanted to be with her. That she was a dirty whore. She knew that she was setting herself up for the massive heartache, but she had to hear it. She had to hear it from him.

She needed her mind and her heart to register it. She needed to hear it so she could replay it in her mind. To remind herself to never every fall in love again. She needed to suffer so she could understand the stupidity of falling in love. The consequences of thinking of stupid things. The idiocy of opening up to someone. Anyone. She needed him to tell her that he was repulsed. That he couldn't be with her. That was all she needed to hear. That way, she'd be able to leave town and never look back. That way, the goodbye would not be hard. That way, she would have nothing left in this place. She would be able to leave this place and never ever feel the need to remember this place. To reminisce. She held her breath, waiting for his response. "I can't," he said, and that was all she needed to feel the full kick to her stomach. She swallowed the tears down her tight and dry throat, "O-okay." And at the same time, she couldn't help but think this over and over again, 'I told you so, Beth. You deserve this. This is your fault.' She turned away from him, walking away from him for good, turning away from all the emotions she felt for him and leaving them behind for him. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, her eyes burning from the tears that were threatening to spill over. She jogged, her heels clicking against the cement as she turned the corner and got half way through the block before the words hit her full blown. She slumped down onto the dirty stairs that led to the front door of an old apartment, the tears sprinting down her face, heaving from the lack of oxygen that she felt. Never had Hannah felt her heart break so much before.

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Temmy // Chance // Verity

Chance just stood there. This was all just too crazy. This was just some crazy unexpected twist and those sorts of things didn't really happen in real life, did it? Something so unexpected like this hadn't happened to him before. For Chance, it had always been easy. There were never any big decisions to make or any real life choices and now he just felt so detached from it all like he wasn't even a part of it and was just watching it all happen.

She walked away and he couldn't even go after her. He could barely even think let alone figure out what to do or what he might say to her. Was this it? He didn't want it to be but it had to be right? He couldn't do this. He was eighteen and had something worse than anger issues. His was something that just kept coming back. There was no way he could be with a girl who had a child. That just wasn't right. He couldn't do that, he shouldn't... But then not too long ago, Chance was certain he couldn't just watch her walk away either.

He had to stop her, he had to do something about it but what? He barely knew what he thought about all of this, let alone what he would do about it. She was already gone around the corner and that was when it hit him. What the hell was he doing? He couldn't just let her walk away like that.

Going after her, Chance ran around the corner, only to find that she hadn't gotten too far at all. She was just sitting there on the stairs with tears in her eyes and Chance knew that was his fault. He hadn't seen her cry before. She could get upset or angry but she didn't cry and now she was and he knew he had done this so he had to fix it.

"Hannah," he said, moving forward and kneeling down in front of her. She looked absolutely distraught. "I didn't mean," he said, not knowing what the hell he was trying to say. He placed a hand over hers. "I'm sorry, it was just a lot of take in," he said, biting his lip, to stop himself from saying anything before he had the chance to think it through more thoroughly.

"Maybe we can make this work," he said. He didn't know if he needed to explain himself or tell her why he thought he couldn't do this. He still thought he couldn't do it but he didn't want to see her so upset, that was just the worst thing of all.

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Stupid stupid stupid Hannah. God forbid, the tears would not stop, and she hated crying. She never cried. She didn't cry when she killed her mother. She didn't cry when her mother had her funeral. She didn't cry when she packed her things and left home. She didn't cry when she was scared that she miscarried. She just...... didn't cry. Tears were for weaklings. Crying was for people who are weak. She wasn't weak. Can't be weak. Especially in a situation like this. But her heart was constantly ripping, slow and torturous. Every time she took a breath, a part of her heart would be torn off. Who knew heartbreaks would hurt so much? Probably everyone except for her. God, she's so stupid. She knew this would come, and yet she walked into this thing thinking she would not get hurt. She crouched into a ball, arms still wrapped around her stomach, her forehead against her knee. The streaks of tear, trailed against her bare legs before dropping down onto the stairs. Why did it hurt so much? It shouldn't be hurting this much. It can't possibly be hurting this much. She had prepared herself for the blow. She had told herself not to far hard. and yet, here she was, experiencing more pain than giving birth could ever give her. It felt like she was losing a part of herself. Like everything she had experienced with Chance was ripped away from her, leaving nothing but a painful memory that she'd never forget. Her heart tugged every single way, pulling and pulling. The oxygen in her lungs seemed to lessened the harder she cried. She wanted so badly to stop crying, but it wouldn't stop. The hurting wouldn't stop. Her heart just tugged and tugged.

This wasn't suppose to happen. She should have stopped at Noah. But Noah might have been the problem in the first place. She closed her eyes again, thinking about Noah. Her Noah. Who would've thought having him would bring her so much joy and so much pain at the same time? Don't get her wrong, she loved Noah with her entire soul, but sometimes life would just seem so much easier if Noah wasn't in the picture. She knew it was bad to say or even remotely think that, but it was true. Sometimes she wondered if she'd lose this person or that person if she had never kept Noah, thought about the possibilities of not having him in her life. She was so selfish, always thinking about herself. Sometimes she wondered if she made the right decision to keep Noah. Then she'd remember all the good times she's had with Noah and it would make her feel guilty to ever doubt her decision. Noah was her life. He was the person she could snuggle with and feel like the world wasn't falling down. He made her just as happy as Chance made her. But she could count on Noah to go through everything with her. He was just this one constant in her life. Hannah knew that he would leave her one day, but that one day would be a long time for now. She knew she could count on Noah to never ever leave her no matter what. He was the one thing that was stable in her life, and it was like that with Chance. Like for the first time in a long time, he made her feel that it was possible to have someone in her life and know that he'd always be there for her.

And yet, here she was, spending hundreds of dollars on her dress, trying her best to make this meeting perfect, and end up sitting on her ass on a dirty step, crying her ass off. She didn't know why, but a part of her wished that Chance would run after her, telling her that it was okay. That he wasn't disgusted with her. That he liked her no matter what happens. But he was still just a teenage guy. Another teenage guy who would never ever fall in love with a girl with a child. No, they run far away from it. Like any normal guy would. Like any guy would. Not one of them would ever stop and look at the baby in her arms and think, "Wow, that's one lucky baby." Or "Wow, this girl is so strong. She could go through a whole day with people looking down on her and never once complain about it." Did they ever stop and think how brave she was? Did they ever stop and wonder if there was family and friends supporting her through her pregnancy and raising a kid? No. No one every questioned the girl with the child. No, they look and the second they hear Noah call her mommy, their look turns to disgust. To shame. Disgrace. All they see is a girl that was pregnant, not even past sixteen yet. They see a fifteen year old girl with a small baby on her arms. All they could think about was this dirty child. They'd wonder where her parents were. Where was the mother that should have stopped her? What would they think if she told them she killed her mother for this child?

She moved her arms, sticking her forearms between her thighs, her hand holding onto the other. She wanted to look up when she heard Chance call her name, but she figured it was just a figment of her imagination. However, Hannah could feel his presence, kneeling in front of her. What was he doing here? Why wasn't he staying away from her? That was what everybody does. Even adults. Especially single mothers. You'd think they would have some sympathy considering she was only fifteen, but nope. They judged just like everyone else. Chance placed his hand over hers, and she wanted to leave it there, to let him hold her, to let him make her feel safe again. But she couldn't. She pulled her hand away, finally looking up with her tear stained face. Her mascara had run down her face, leaving black streak marks. She probably looked like a clown right now, but she didn't care. She didn't care how ugly she looked. "No. I can't take maybe's in my life. It's either a we will or we can't. There's no in between here. especially when it comes to Noah." She told him, still crying, her Australian accent slipping through for the first time. 'God, these stupid tears are really annoying.' She thought, but the didn't bother to wipe them away. What was the point? They'd fall back down anyways. She was silent for a a minute before she looked into his eyes once more. "You don't want me, Chance. I'm broken. You..... I'd be.... I'd be okay with it. It wouldn't be the first time someone leaves me because of Noah." She told him, practically whispering it out between her tears.

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[chance joseph wilson]

Temmy // Chance // Verity

He wasn't sure what he was going to do or what he might say to her. He was so afraid of doing something wrong and he didn't know if he could risk but she was worth that wasn't she? No, no one was worth the risk of accidentally hurting another human being. He couldn't live with that but his options were limited.

Chance could either live knowing he walked away from this because he was afraid or live knowing he actually tried and stuck it out and did the best he could.. The second option was a hard one to take but Hannah was worth that, and more and seeing her there so sad, was what confirmed it for him. She was someone he couldn't just walk away from.

She didn't even look up as he moved forward but that didn't matter. It gave him a chance to say what he needed to say. Then she pulled her hand away and Chance knew he couldn't just let her pull away. He wasn't going to let her slip away so easily, he determined, now more than ever to make this work.

She was right though. She had a point. Maybe's just wouldn't cut it in this situation and he didn't want to l her so he was going to have to do better than that. Being a competitive, goal driven person, it sounded entirely doable but he needed to prove that her.

"No maybe's," he agreed, wiping the tears from her eyes and moving to sit beside her as he pulled her into a hug. He'd do this. He'd make this work for her because she was worth it.

"You're not broken," he told her, but would she believe him? Everything he said something good, she wouldn't believe him, so why should she now? "We can do this, I'm not leaving you cause of this," he told her sounding determined and confidant.

He knew she wouldn't believe him so Chance went all out. The whole thinking about what to say thing was not working so instead he just shut it off all together and just said everything he thought and hoped that something there might stick.

"I know you don't believe me Hannah but I don't wanna walk away from this, I want it to work. I'll admit I'm afraid of accidentally hurting this kid but that's my problem. That's what I gotta work on and I don't need you to get hurt because it and I don't need someone else to worry about but I can't just leave either," he told her.

"It's nothing to do with you, you're great just the way you are and I love you Hannah, so I can't just walk away right now. I'm gonna make this work and I need you to believe me," he told her, not really picking up on what he said till after. All he knew was that he meant every word of it.

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