Atop the ferris wheel, she feels as if she can do absolutely anything. She has conquered her fear of heights, and although she isn't entirely certain that the bolts on this mechanical device will hold, she believes for the first time that they will. Because a few moments earlier, Fiona had conquered another fear-her long-held fear of rejection.

Her heart racing in her chest, the brunette knew as she climbed into the metal seat of the ferris wheel that she had to admit how she felt. She slid into next to Imogen, the object of her affection, and exchanged nervous smiles with her as the operator of the ride secured their seats. Her warm breath hit the cool air as the two of them rose a few feet higher, allowing those in line to take the seat below them. This continued for a good few minutes until the seats were all taken and Fiona looked over at Imogen, watching as her dark eyes examined the horizon.

The two girls were lifted higher still in the brisk evening air, both shivering slightly as the wind hit their exposed faces. It was a moment before either of them spoke.

"Are you as scared as I am?" Fiona asked suddenly.

"Probably." Imogen responded honestly.

"I've...never been a fan of heights." Her eyes drifted downward, fixated on the fact that they were about twenty feet in the air. If they fell from this altitude, they would undoubtedly break their bones.

"It's not the heights I'm scared of." The younger girl's voice wavered, causing Fiona to wonder what exactly she meant by her words. She knew that this was her chance. With an exhale, she plunged in.

"Okay, Imogen, in case I die on this thing, there's something I need to tell you." Her words rang out, hanging in the air along with them.

"Okay." The usually talkative girl was silent, carefully staring at her friend in wait for the rest of whatever it was Fiona needed to tell her. As she inhaled sharply, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach growing to the size of pterodactyls. The way Fiona was looking at her...it made her nervous.

"I..." Fiona had planned this speech out word for word. She had it written on notecards, which were cleverly shoved into the side of her winter boots. But in this moment she remembered the old saying, that actions spoke louder than words. Just as she had taken a chance with her life on this ferris wheel, she was going to take a chance with her friendship with Imogen. Leaning forward, she brought her lips tentatively to Imogen's. Her lips immediately warmed with the contact, giving her the strength to say how she felt.

"Ever since the first week of school, I've had this silly school girl crush on you, and I can't seem to make it go away...which is a big reason why I thought moving to New York would be-"

Imogen listened carefully to her words, but when she mentioned moving to New York, her heart kick started again. With this kiss and all that it meant, she couldn't have her friend leave her forever. Not before they figured out what this meant. She had to let Fiona know her feelings were reciprocated. "Fiona!" She interrupted, the two girls staring intensely into one another's eyes, as if searching. Placing her gloved hand on Fiona's shoulder, Imogen brought herself closer to her friend, their lips meeting a second time. The kiss was different this time, now that each of them knew how the other felt. Fiona felt her own mind spinning at the concept. The last time she kissed someone she liked without first making sure they felt the same way, she'd almost lost her best friend. She was relieved that maybe this meant she wasn't going to lose Imogen after all. And Imogen, well, the pterodactyls had flown away and left her with a warm feeling all over. She smiled as she pulled away from the kiss she had just initiated.

Raising her eyebrows, the spectacled girl admitted what she had been holding on to. "I've wanted to do that for so long." She could hear the soft sigh of relief from Fiona's lips. "I don't know what it means." Imogen didn't want to get Fiona's hopes up, this was something new for her. She'd never had feelings for a girl before, let alone such strong feelings and it scared her.

"I hope it means that you like me." Fiona ventured, not knowing quite what else to say. She was still shocked at Imogen's bravery.

"Could I be more obvious?" Imogen blinked in disbelief. After what she had just said and done, Fiona still wondered how she felt about her? She couldn't believe the usually intelligent brunette could be so thick-headed. But she knew why. Even though she wouldn't admit it, Fiona didn't hold herself in very high regard. Something told Imogen that Fiona wasn't used to people returning her feelings. She was glad that she could do that, though. She couldn't imagine how this situation would have gone had she not returned the feelings her friend had confessed to her.

But after her last statement, Imogen moved away from Fiona, her eyes settling onto nothing in particular as it dawned on her. Her best friend was still leaving her, which meant that these feelings between them didn't matter. It would never go anywhere.

"But you're leaving forever which really, really, REALLY sucks." Imogen emphasized. Her eyes remained fixed on the imaginary spot in front of her, not willing to meet Fiona's eyes. It wasn't fair, there was something real between them and the fact that it wouldn't, couldn't continue, broke her heart. She could feel a lump forming in her throat as she struggled not to cry.

"Well..." Fiona hated seeing Imogen like this. If Imogen returned her feelings, she would just have to find a way to stay in Toronto. She had to make this work. "What if I'm not?"

Imogen turned to her, immediately smiling widely as she did so. Her heart beat loudly in her chest. Her hand found Fiona's and both of them gasped when the ride suddenly jolted. Neither of them had realized that they had stopped, but once they started moving again...

"Whoa." Fiona uttered, her words taking on double meaning as the ride lurched forward, their seat being plunged downward then back up again. Neither of them said much for the rest of the ride, their hands clasped tightly together. Reluctantly Fiona let go as she unfastened the seat belt, holding her hand out again to help Imogen down off the ride. Their feet hit the solid ground and Fiona sighed, relieved she had gotten off the ride in tact.

"See, that wasn't so bad." Imogen teased, knocking into her friend.

"No, it wasn't..." Fiona replied, her eyes finding a wisp of red hair in the distance. As the head turned, she saw Holly J, who gave her a wan smile. Suddenly Fiona felt very cold again and she dropped Imogen's hand, glancing over at her other friend.

Things weren't as simple as they seemed.