She watched her every day.
Each day it was the same; level, patient, quiet.
Her gaze was obvious, she knew, but Brianna never commented.
She just allowed her to gaze, which she was grateful for.
Because those unreturned looks were the only thing that kept her going in the FAYZ.
So she continued to gaze, to admire.
And she did so happily.
Brianna, who called herself "Breeze," could feel Dekka's eyes on her.
They always watched her; her gaze was innocent though, unlike some of the lust-filled glances boys threw her way.
Brianna found it hard to not gaze back.
When she danced with Quinn, she was starkly aware of Dekka.
Every time she danced with a guy, she could feel the familiar stare on her.
It wasn't uncomfortable, though; it was pleasant, familiar.
Welcomed.
Every day, Brianna stopped herself from looking back.
She didn't know why.
Maybe she knew that if she looked, she'd never be able to look away.
Or maybe she was just scared of her feelings.
After all, she'd never liked a girl before.
But Dekka was different.
She was perfect, strong; beautiful, dark, mysterious.
The lights were low, music was shaking the ground.
Brianna danced slower than usual, mainly because she wasn't quite into it.
People bumped into her as they passed, but she barely noticed.
The only thing she could think of was the girl in the corner, watching her.
All she wanted to do was dance with Dekka.
And, before she could stop herself, she glanced up and met her gaze.
Suddenly.
Finally.
It seemed like her feet were moving of their own accord; Brianna was a blur, and then she was in front of Dekka.
"Let's dance," Brianna said, grinning.
Dekka nodded, seemed to smile without an actual smile.
Their eyes were locked, each pair alight with their own type of joy and adoration.
Brianna's confused and unsure but undeniable.
Dekka's certain, strongly evident; she knew what she wanted.
Then they were dancing.
Time blurred together; Brianna danced slowly (for Brianna, that is; she matched Dekka's pace perfectly).
During fast songs they'd dance together, hips bumping.
Slow songs were spent making slow, lazy spins in place with Dekka's hands on Brianna's hips and Brianna's arms around her neck.
Everywhere they touched each other, pleased shocks of energy jolted through their body.
Their breathing was excited, hearts pounding.
Slowly but surely, their bodies grew closer.
By the last fast song of the night, they danced pressed together, arms around each other in a senseless but perfect blend of limbs and closes and breath hitting faces.
When the DJ announced one last song, everyone groaned.
Then a slow, romantic number began to play and the singles all began to file out.
Brianna and Dekka weren't even aware of the suddenly sparse crowds, or the people who finally noticed the two girls and gave them odd looks.
Or maybe they just didn't care.
Their bodies stayed pressed together,
Brianna's eyes were half-lidded, blissful.
Dekka's were wide, as if she didn't want to miss a single moment.
When the dark-skinned girl pressed her lips to Brianna's, the Breeze's heart skipped faster than when she ran her inhuman speeds.
The exhilarition of outrunning a bullet could never compare to this; it was ecstasy.
Brianna's kissed back mindlessly.
Dekka kissed her rougher, hungrily.
Then she pulled away, lips brushing Brianna's flushed cheek and going to the panting girl's left ear.
"I love you."