Sorry for abandoning this story for 6 months. I guess the hiatus killed my inspo. Updates generally have been lacklustre from me, but hopefully that'll get better.

Less than a week until new PLL... look out for a few more updates to celebrate.

Enjoy.

"You talk about things you'll do together in the future, without realizing you're talking about the future"

Hanna sighed to herself as she stood in the queue in the cafeteria, waiting for a plate of nondescript food to be placed on her tray. She'd spotted the girls in the courtyard, probably discussing -A business, but she really didn't want to be thinking about that right now. That thing was taking over her life and she was going through one of her phases where she just wanted to be a normal teenage girl wondering about her boyfriend and how into her he was.

"Boo!"

She almost jumped three feet in the air as she spun around to find Mona Vanderwaal lurking behind her shoulder. "God Mona, you scared the crap outta me."

"Sorry," The brunette smiled sweetly, "But you looked like you were miles away."

Hanna sighed again and ignored her comment, scrunching her face up as a plate of mush was handed to her, "Seriously, do they make it their mission to serve food that's this bad?" She asked, grabbing a small side salad and a bread roll.

"I guess they have nothing better to do with their time," Mona said, shrugging casually, "Let's sit over there," She nodded at a vacant table, not giving the blonde a chance to respond before she was stalking over and ceremoniously sitting herself on the plastic chair.

"I guess so," Hanna muttered, forcing herself to not roll her eyes as she followed her over.

"So," Mona tilted her head, her voice full of sweetness as Hanna sat herself down. "How are things with lover boy?" She asked knowingly, smirking slightly.

"They're good," Hanna couldn't help the fact that her lips tugged upwards as she thought about him, "He… came back for me," She said coyly, a nervous hand playing with her hair, "So yeah, they're really good."

"Have you… you know'ed again?"

"Mona!

"What?" The brunette shrugged, "It's not like you haven't spoken about the hot tent sex you've had with him before."

"Can you keep your voice down," Hanna leant across and whispered harshly, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard.

"Relax mamacita," Mona rolled her eyes, "Less people are interested in how shaggy performs in the mystery machine than you think."

"You're still calling him that?" Hanna slumped back against her chair, her arms folded as she shot her friend a questioning look.

"Stop avoiding the question." She demanded, "Have you or have you not allowed him to have his Scooby snacks?"

"We're not there yet," Hanna frowned, shaking her head as she tore up her bread uncomfortably.

"Oh honey, you were there a month ago."

"That was different," Hanna almost snapped, sitting up again.

"How?" Mona couldn't stop herself rolling her eyes again. "You're as in love with him now as you were with him then. And you know what? It's borderline sickening watching you hold hands around school."

"You could stop looking," The blonde tilted her head and smiled, not finding it within herself to deny the first part of her friend's statement. She was starting to come to terms with the fact that she was hopelessly in love with her boyfriend.

Mona pursed her lips before she smiled smugly at her friend, "I may not be into the long-haired, I-don't-shower, chip-on-my-shoulder type—"

"He showers," Hanna corrected her.

"But," Mona softened, "He is clearly into you," She said, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I mean he's staying in Lucas' bedroom," Mona raised her eyebrows, "Boy must have some serious feelings for you if he's willing to put up with Lucas rearranging his figurines every night."

"Yeah," Hanna's smile grew as she thought about her boyfriend, "I guess so."

Mona recomposed herself, sitting up taller and pushing her still-full tray of food away, "We need to plan what we're going to do in the summer."

"Yeah—"

Mona gasped and interrupted her, "I'll come round to yours tonight and we can decide what fabulous place we're going to visit."

"Mona—"

"What about Hawaii?"

"Mona—"

"Seriously, I've heard the locals are…" Her voice trailed off as she noticed Hanna's attention wane. "Cute," She prepared herself for a tight, fake smile as Caleb suddenly appeared.

"Hey," He grinned at his girlfriend, leaning down to peck her on the lips before he took a seat next to her.

"Hi Caleb," Mona interrupted.

"Hi."

"Caleb," Hanna shot him a look as she muttered under her breath.

He rolled his eyes and ignored her, a hand going to her thigh as he tilted his head at her, "Still on for after school?"

"Yeah," The blonde smiled sweetly, reaching a hand out to place on his leg. "My Mom is in though."

"That's okay," He teased her, biting his lip as his hand ran across her back to wrap around her waist. "Is she making dinner?"

"She'll cook for us," Hanna nodded, letting him lean forward to steal another kiss.

"See you later," He murmured, before he was standing up and disappearing right back where he'd come from.

"You are so whipped," Mona stated, folding her arms as she sussed out her best friend. "Does Mama Marin like him now then?"

"She's always liked him," Hanna defended, pushing her food around on her plate again. "Okay," She rolled her eyes, "There was like a week where she didn't like him, but she does now."

Mona sighed, "So I'm guessing we're not going to be planning our adventure to Miami after school."

"Sorry," Hanna shrugged, "I guess there's a queue."

"And I'm right at the back of it."

"Do you want any help Mrs. Marin?" Caleb asked politely as he pulled on the drawstrings of his hoodie in the kitchen.

"I'm good, thank you Caleb." Ashley shot Hanna a small smirk across the room as she stirred the chicken she had cooking. "But you and Hanna can lay the table."

"Sure," He immediately made a move towards the cutlery drawer, busying himself before he followed Hanna over to the table.

"Do you want a drink Mom?" Hanna said, sorting out the placemats before she made her way over to the fridge, sticking her head in to try and see if something would magically appear. "Do we have any lemonade?"

"You told me you weren't drinking pop," Ashley reminded her as she turned the heat down on the pan. "I thought you were giving that stuff up."

"You got a cola from the vending machine this morning," Caleb teased her, a grin on his face as his forehead creased.

"I was having a sugar low; it was the only thing I could get."

"Because you're diabetic right?" Caleb rolled his eyes jokingly, taking a seat at the island as Ashley began to serve up.

"Hanna, help with these," Ashley shook her head, nodding towards the bowls that were now steaming full with rice and Chinese chicken.

"Do you think Chinese people would like this stuff?" Hanna asked, carrying a bowl over to the table.

"Absolutely not," Caleb grinned at her as they took a seat.

"Maybe we can visit there one day and see what the food actually tastes like," Ashley suggested as she joined them.

Hanna scowled and tried not to scoff, staring at her to see if she was being serious or not. "Seriously?" She started, "When you have ever wanted to go to China?"

"Maybe I want to see the world before I pop my clogs."

"Pop your clogs?" Hanna raised her eyebrows, her voice full of sarcasm. "I think you're a few years away from having to worry about that."

"Well sweetheart, we should still think about whether we want to switch up our annual trip to Miami."

"Urgh, you sound just like Mona," Hanna screwed her face up.

"Is that what she was talking to you about?" Caleb finally spoke, taking a sip of his water as he looked at her questioningly.

"Yep," She sighed, "She's fixated on planning some elaborate holiday for the two of us next summer."

"I thought Mona was your best friend," Ashley looked puzzled, not missing the look her daughter had just shot her boyfriend.

"She was," Hanna agreed, pushing her food around for the second time that day, "She is I guess," She corrected herself, "Since Aria came back I've been spending less time with her."

"Oh."

"But back to holidays," Caleb jumped in, sensing Hanna's reticence to talk about her friendship situation with her Mom, "There must be somewhere you want to go?"

"I dunno," She shrugged, "To see Grandma."

"Hanna, you hated summers in Virginia."

"That was because of Dad," Hanna rolled her eyes. "Let's face it, I'll never have to bump into Kate there."

"Regina doesn't seem to have taken a liking to her," Ashley conceded.

"She practically hates the girl!"

"She sounds pretty cool for a Grandma," Caleb said, swallowing a mouthful of his dinner.

"Grams is awesome," Hanna agreed, "Crazy, but awesome." She pushed her food around some more, "When we go in the summer you can meet her."

Ashley bit her lip and looked down, focusing on her dinner as Hanna and Caleb reacted nonchalantly to Hanna's statement. "I almost ended up in Virginia once," He shrugged, "Then I figured out how much it cost to live there."

"You'd like it," Hanna told him, "Grams' house is right near a lake and in the summer they do like water-skiing."

"You water-ski?" Caleb had to hold back a laugh.

"God no," She shook her head, "I always sat in the boat wondering when I was going to get the ice cream my Dad had promised me," She explained, "But I dunno, you skateboard, you'd probably like it."

"I guess we better test the waters there before we head off to China," Caleb teased her.

"No. No way," Hanna said adamantly, finally starting her dinner, "I do not want to go to a place where they eat cats for dinner."

"So Asia is out of the question then," Ashley supposed. "What about South America?"

"So I can be kidnapped and used as a drugs mule for the rest of my life? No thank you."

"Hanna," Ashley rolled her eyes, "That would never happen."

"Hello," Hanna pulled a face, "Have you seen my hair? It screams American tourist who has no idea what they're doing in a foreign country."

"I thought that was the colour you were going for," Caleb teased her, tilting his head as he finished his meal.

"Miami it is then."

"But before college we'll need to go to Europe," Hanna started as Ashley stood up with her empty crockery, "FIT will know if I've been to Paris or not."

"Is that so?"

"Oh," Hanna gasped, looking at her boyfriend, "We have to go to the most amazing patisserie on the Champs-Élyées."

"We?" Caleb raised an eyebrow, looking at her expectantly.

"Well you're coming of course," She grinned, dropping her hand to his thigh. "Like I'm gonna leave you alone in Rosewood for a month," She murmured quietly enough that her Mom didn't hear.

"I'm going to watch TV with a glass of wine," Ashley suddenly appeared right next to them, breaking their moment. "Can you rinse the dishes once you're done?"

"Of course," Caleb nodded, "Thank you for dinner, it tasted great."

"You're welcome Caleb," She smiled, "At least someone appreciates my cooking," She added, before disappearing down the hallway with her wine glass in hand.

"So," The brunette male turned back to his girlfriend, "Are we seriously going to visit your Grandma next summer?"

"Maybe we should go somewhere else," Hanna conceded as he squeezed her hand, "Virginia is pretty boring. Grams is what makes it fun and you can only take the family stories for so many days in a row."

"Where do you wanna go?" He asked her, watching as she stood and moved their plates over to the sink before heading straight back towards him, wrapping her arm around his neck as she sat herself down on his lap.

"What about… California?"

"So you can run away with some movie star? Absolutely not."

Hanna grinned, dropping her head to place a kiss against his lips, "We've got one free pass right?"

"How long's it eligible?"

"The next 5 years," Hanna pouted, "Then it drops to nothing."

"You better hope neither of us head out to Cali in the next 5 years then."

"You're right," Hanna caught a wave of jealousy, "We're not going there."

"What about… Mexico?"

"Only if there's a gate around the resort."

"So we can't go to Cancun for spring break?"

"Not unless you want to watch guys stare at my boobs for a week." Caleb raised his eyebrows, only for her to scowl in response, "I've watched MTV."

"Maybe we'll have to stay here," He suggested, stroking her waist, "I feel like I should experience at least one Rosewood summer at the watering hole."

Hanna gasped, squeezing his shoulder, "We can take a cooking class."

"O-kay…"

"Come on," She did her best to convince him, "It'll be fun." He still didn't look convinced. "I'll make it memorable," She teased him, loving the way his eyes flared before shrieking with laughter as he poked her waist.

She couldn't wait for the summer with him. And as he encouraged her to stand so that he could do the dishes, she realized she couldn't wait for her future with him.

It was a sign.

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