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Ok, so no one replied to the 'Does anyone want to know the reference in nerd?' Post. So, the tugging the ear thing, if anyone's read The Selection series, yeah. It's from that. I had read The One before writing it, so...
Also, spoiler here, so...
WHY THE HECK DID EADLYN CHOOSE ERIK HE WASN'T IN THE COMPETITION HE WAS THE FRICKING TRANSLATOR
*deep inhale*
FRICK ERIK DUDE HE JUST- LIKE- HE- HE WAS THE TRANSLATOR HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BACK AND NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THERE
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Rating/Warnings: G. Like super stupid G haha! And no real warnings...maybe some language?
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Disclaimer: I do not own Hanna or Maxwell or really anything to do with TRR or Choices. I will take ownership of dear sweet Eadlyn, my MC.
A/N: This fic is something Iâve been meaning to write for a very long time. It has been brewing within me for years. A few years back I went through a self proclaimed âquarter life crisisâ. To be perfectly honest I am still dealing with a lot of the things that came about back then. It may seem silly to some but as adults we all know we canât possibly ever have life figured out. Whether we are 25, 40, 50 or beyond, we all struggle. I struggled, and am still struggling with feelings of jealousy, confusion, the thought of disappointing those who mean the most to me, as well as myself. I made a pact to myself back then that I would attempt to be a bit more selfish and begin going down a path paved for me and by me. I am a people pleaser, I hate disappointing those around me even if it means putting myself last. This is not healthy, and this is what I have come to realize.
When I found choices and read TRR I immediately knew Hanna would be the character vessel to help me let this all out.
It has taken me some time to finally get it together and write this, and honestly its really just a personal therapeutic word vomit. There is no romance in this fic, and I understand that most prolly wonât give this fic a second glance. I realize this may not be everyoneâs shot of tequila, and thats ok. If you find the will to power through, then thank you, but please know I take no offense if you donât. I hope this story resonates with some of you out there, and if any of you are ever in a weird place please know I am always here to listen. đđâ¤ď¸
Also my tag list is basically only the few people who have asked after my last fic to be tagged for any future writing I do...not super sure if this is any of your styles.
Hanna was conflicted. Confused about a lot of things. Worried about most everything. Overall frustrated with what she hadnât done with the past 25 years of her life.Â
 She cursed Maxwell. Why did he have to bring up the catch phrase âquarter life crisesâ? It was too damn accurate a description for her current emotional state.
She envisioned herself at 8 years old. She had imagined her life as being so different than what it was currently. Then again she had wanted to be an astronaut back then, which she knew was out of reach after she failed her very first physics exam.
She never envisioned the life of a noble. The life her parents expected of her. Yes expected not hoped for, but actively betrothed her too. How was it possible that with all of their demands and larger than life expectations she was still somehow, single, farther from any throne or title, and on the verge of a complete breakdown. She had never had a job or experienced a frat party. Sure she could play the piano like Beethoven himself, and was fluent in several languages, but at 25 what did that all really get her?
She wished she could have gone abroad for personal matters not court dealings. She longed to experience the nitty gritty that life had to offer. She wished she could be more like Eadlyn. There she thought it! The green eyed monster suddenly took hold. She was jealous of her best and closest friend at court. Shit, in the whole damn world!
How could she be jealous...it made no sense. Eadlyn was amazing. She was perfect. She was both the pageant show winner as well as miss congeniality. It was hard for Hanna to admit that every now and then she wanted her friend to fail, just at something, anything just to prove she was human.
How awful can one be that they wish for the failure of someone they love?
Then again this was certainly nothing new for her. Any and all friendships she ever partook in were arranged by her parents, the social season, or just the damn demands of nobility. This meant friendship and competition seemed to always be fused together. Her friends were always her competition in every way. Ulterior motives were like friendship bracelets seared on the wrist.
Her jealousy made sense. It wasnât romantic in any way, just pure frustration. Eadlyn simply appeared one day in the world Hanna had always been a part of. The new kid on the block moved in and immediately made the biggest splash. It just wasnât fair...right?
Eadlyn made friends literally everywhere she went. She was beautiful, kind, grounded, humble, helpful, only intimidating in the sense that she was so popular. The second one opened up to her though, it became clear she was as intimidating as a cotton ball.
Hanna let out a heavy sigh. What was she doing? How could she be so vindictive towards someone who had always been there for her? There was truly no reason for her to feel this way. She was angry at someone because they were too good of a friend?!
She thought on the subject a bit harder. Was it truly Eadlyn she was jealous of or maybe it was the other people in Eadlynâs world. The more she pondered this the more she agreed that this was what she truly held issue with. Eadlyn had other people in her circle who she was closer with. There were friends back in America surely whom she had known for years. Even people here in Cordonia that must mean more to her then Hanna. She had only been in Eadlynâs life for a year and a half at most, and a good part of that she was supposedly competition. At that she let out an aggravated snort. As if Hanna had ever truly been competition. As if she was even in Eadlynâs inner most circle today...
What was she doing to herself? What was she doing to her relationship with Eadlyn? How could she think this way?
She hated herself for thinking like this. Eadlyn loved her and she loved Eadlyn. They were friends, best friends she reminded herself. And maybe that sentiment applied more towards her than Eadlyn but in her mind the feeling was hopefully mutual. Friendship meant lifting each other up not tearing each other down. She needed to support her friend unconditionally not root for failure.
She internally apologized to Eadlyn as she slayed her green eyed monster. She needed to move forward by confessing this internal struggle of hers to Eadlyn. She knew she needed to clear the air and she knew Eadlyn would understand. Thatâs just the kind of friend she was. And that was exactly the type of friend Hanna was always in desperate need of growing up.
Who could have ever suspected she would have found her in an optimistic, sassy, American? There was suddenly a knock on her door. Hanna reached for the handle opening the large oak door to reveal the one and only Eadlyn White.
âReady for the greatest sleepover evvvverrrr?!!!â Eadlyn sang the last word letting her jovial voice float through the room.
Hanna could only smile as she took in Eadlyn clad in a ridiculous plaid onesie. Rom-coms in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other.
Hanna just shook her head and stepped to the side to allow her friend access to her bedroom.
âYou better believe I am!â She retorted in what she hoped was an equally sing-songy tone.
âBefore we begin though there was a confession I wanted to make to you that has kind of been weighing on me lately.â Hanna became nervous, wringing her hands together. Eadlyn turned to her suddenly much more serious than a moment before.
âIs everything ok, hun?â She inquired stepping towards Hanna, concern etched across her face.
âYeah I just had some unsavory feelings I have been meaning to express to you for a while now...â Hanna paused and took a cleansing breath before opening her eyes to continue. âWhy donât we crack open that bottle and have a roaring round of Hanna tells all?â
âSounds like a plan Chica!â Eadlyn replied as she opened the bottle and offered it to Hanna to take the first swig. âFirst sip is always the bestâ, she smiled as Hanna accepted the bottle and took a long pull from it.
The night progressed with more confessions, stories, secrets and tequila then either girl could have ever anticipated. In the end Hanna had nothing to worry about. Eadlyn made sure of that. She and Hanna had one of the greatest sleepover/therapy sessions any girl could ever dream of.
It was that night that Hanna learned the most important relationship lesson of all...
The key to success in any situation is communication. And from that day forward Hanna never held in her true feelings towards those she cared about. Thanks to her quarter-life crisis, a good friend, and a bottle of tequila.
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Jack, you do realize we've hardly spoken to each other, and in the first conversation we have, you reveal that my anger turns you on. Do you see how this might be a lapse of judgement on your part?