The science of love is an easily explained, and easily triggered chemical reaction in the brain, combining two hormones called dopamine, and norepinephrine, causing the illusion of what so many people have known as, and will continue to know as, love.
Millions of people fall in love every day, these chemicals diffusing within their brain, and the chance that the subject of their affections is feeling the exact same thing at the exact same time is minute. But in this particular situation, there were two girls lucky enough to be experiencing such a feeling as this for each other. And it wasn't too soon until they would confess it unto each other. But not yet, no, for the story has done all bar begun, and patience, here, is key. Patience is key.


The constant hubbub of the classroom surrounded Cassie, allowing her thoughts to rise from the pits of her brain, to the fore-front of her mind, giving her time to think about what she was feeling - in fact, giving her time to figure out what she was feeling. It wasn't as if this was new to her, of course it wasn't; she was a teenage girl, afterall. But this was the first time in her life that this had come in to play in such an overwhelming sense as this, that she had felt this way for one of her - former - best friends, and she had never ever found herself conspiring against those she held feelings of affection for.
As the din of the room quietened, the teacher making her delayed entrance into the class, Cassie's gaze fell upon the girl her mind had been set on for the past - well, who knows how many days? As she watched the girl intently, she began to notice all the small, yet oh-so significant details that appeared to her, and so much clearer now. The way her eyelashes cast a shadow over her upper cheeks, the way the deep brown of her pupils were so easy to lose yourself in, the way her smile was crooked, yet radiated nothing but an uncaring, perfect vibe of happiness, the way that just a simple intake of breath could change her entire appearance. Noticing these things, for Cassie, was like a breath of fresh-air, and she simply couldn't restrain the grin that had crept onto her lips, despite how she made attempts to bite it back.
Class had began, and there was writing on the board that she could not recall being written. But that didn't matter - Cassie'd long-since forgotten, now; she was completely lost in thoughts of Julie. But, little did she know, the die had been cast.