Hey guys, I'm so sorry for the incredibly long wait. I hope everyone hasn't lost interest by now! I've had a lot of stuff going on recently and it's felt like a lot of work to keep writing as well as keep up with school so one of them had to take priority and unfortunately fics lost out. But I'm back, and I'll try to update regularly! Thanks for the messages of encouragement I've received over these few months, it really means a lot. Enjoy.

"Hey girls, Ashley thought you guys might want to go see a movie while we go out for a few drinks after this. How does that sound?" Pam asked when we arrived back at the table.

"Sounds great" Emily smiled. "What do you think, Han?" She asked

"Yeah, awesome. Mom, could you lend me a 10 by any chance?" I said, batting my eyelashes.

"Hanna, I gave you 20 less than 24 hours ago, what the hell did you do with it?"

"Just on stuff, I'll pay you it all back next week, okay?"

"Ladies, it's fine, I'll pay" Wayne said, handing Emily some money. "Keep the change, honey" He said, patting her shoulder

"Did you guys like your food?" Pam asked when everyone seemed to be finished.

"It was great, thanks Mom" Emily smiled at Pam and rearranged the cutlery on her plate nervously.

"Em, when does Samara finish work? Maybe she could go to the movies with you guy" Pam suggested. I saw Emily sigh as she readied herself before she told Pam the truth.

"Sorry mom, look, me and Samara broke up" She said

"Oh, sweetie why didn't you tell me?" Pam asked

"Because it wasn't a big deal. I'm still really happy. Besides, it was a pretty mutual split"

"Well is there someone else you're dating?" Wayne asked. Emily grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed as she tentatively replied.

"Yes, there is," Emily paused "Hanna and I, we're together" Emily said quietly.

"WHAT?" Pam exploded, throwing down her napkin like a small child

"I know we should have said something sooner, but Ashley knows and she's totally okay with it. I just thought..." Emily began to cry

"You thought I'd be okay with you guys sharing a room and being left alone for weekends?" Pam screeched.

"Pam, please keep your voice down. We should leave" my mom suggested.

"We? You think we're going back to your house to talk about this? Do you have no values? Do you even have any idea what they've been doing while you've been out of the house? You will bring us our bags and we will drive back to Texas. Emily, you're coming with us." Pam said, grabbing Emily's arm to leave.

"Mom, please, just don't do this" Emily cried. "I love Hanna. I love her, okay? Why shouldn't we be together? Give me one good reason"

"Because it's not right. You two I bet you don't get any school work done anymore, you're probably too busy messing around. Emily I expected so much better than this deceit. Lord knows I've struggled with your sexuality, and now you're telling me you've been sleeping in the same room as Hanna whilst you've been together? I bet this was your plan all along. As soon as your father and I were both gone you probably jumped straight into bed with her." All the way through Pam's outburst Wayne attempted to hush her. By the end practically the whole restaurant was staring open-mouthed at our table.

"Pam, do you have something against my daughter?" My mom asked.

"I just-let me put this inoffensively" Pam thought about her following statement for a moment and shook her head "In all honesty I expected Emily to have higher standards, or to have gotten over this phase by now" Apparently that wasn't supposed to offend me.

"You still think this is a phase? Mom you're pathetic. Do you really expect me to go with you and dad?" Emily asked, tears welling in her eyes.

"You have absolutely no choice. Let's go" Pam said, grasping Emily's hand and attempting to lead her away, but Emily kept hold of mine. My hands were sweaty with panic which made it particularly hard to keep a hold, but I got up from my seat with Emily and stopped Wayne right by the door

"Please, Mr Fields, you have to persuade her to let Emily stay, I need her with me" I begged, although the lump in my throat just about made speaking impossible. He shook his head and pushed me out of the way slightly.

The next thirty minutes went by so fast and felt completely surreal. Between getting home and the Fields' leaving there was only 10 seconds for Emily and I to say anything. It was mostly just promises of this not meaning the end of us. As Emily left our house for the final time I collapsed into my mom's arms. She cradled me on the floor of the hallway until I fell asleep, exhausted and broken. I woke up the next morning to harsh sunlight shining through the window by the door. I woke up, saw the doorway, remembered who had left through it last night, and began to cry once again. I managed to drag myself upstairs to my bed, but it didn't feel right without Emily anymore. It felt as though everything was ending as quickly as it had begun, and that made me feel sick to my stomach. I tried to push the thoughts of an ending out of my mind and forced myself into bed, briefly glancing at my clock as I lay down. It was only 6am; if I tried really hard I could get a few more hours rest.

At 4 the sound of mom arriving home from work startled me awake and I glanced around my room feeling worse than I had in the morning. Emily wasn't laid next to me, and there was no sign of her in my room. Or our room, as it had sometimes been referred. Mom came to my doorway and hovered for a moment before entering.

"Sweetie, you can't stay like this forever. Have you tried calling her?" She asked

"Do you honestly think Pam will let her anywhere near her cell? Besides, what is there to say? 'I'm sorry my psycho mother dragged me away. Skype me!'? That's pretty unlikely"

"I just think it's worth a try" She left without saying another word, almost as though she knew something I didn't. I then realised I didn't have my cell, it was downstairs, she could have seen any missed calls. She must have. I sprung from my bed and ran downstairs, grabbing my phone from the kitchen counter.

17 missed calls

I was overwhelmed with guilt. Why hadn't I had my phone with me just in case? I scrolled through all the calls, 14 from Emily, 1 from Spencer, 1 from Aria and another from Caleb. Emily was top priority now, so I dialled and waited. It felt like a lifetime until she picked up

"Hanna. I'm sorry I can't-"

Your call has been disconnected.

I stared at my cell without really staring at anything, just struggling to accept what had just happened. I texted her instead

Emily, I just need to know you're okay. I love you so much xox

I waited until waiting felt like torture, then I tried to find distractions, but everything reminded me of Emily more than ever. I decided to take a shower and hope a reply would arrive by the time I was done.A half hour later I checked my phone.

Han, I don't know how long I'll have my phone for, probably until we've arrived home, then they'll realise how many ways there are to talk to you and lock me in a room with no cell service, wifi, or writing materials. I swear I will speak to you as soon as possible, but let's allow the dust to settle. I love you xoxox

That was it. A paragraph to tide me over for god knows how long. I read the message repeatedly until my eyes hurt. There's nothing like a thousand-or-so miles to test a relationship, but I had every hope of survival.

I hope no one jumps ship because of this! I just really needed to take this somewhere exciting and challenging for the pair, and for all of you. Like I said, thanks for sticking with me. Please review and I'm sorry if the rhythm or writing style has changed, I'm used to writing essays about nicomachean ethics right now, but I tried my best to get back into Hanna.