Myka wakes up to the sound of Helena talking in her sleep.

"No, no, Christina! Somebody help her, please!" She hears her tossing and turning.

Myka's heard her talking in her sleep before but it was never as intense as this. She rolls out of bed and finds her arm. She shakes it softly at first but shakes it harder after it doesn't work.

"Helena, it's just a dream, wake up." Helena is sweating profusely. "Helena!"

She grabs her shoulders and shakes her. Helena's eyes finally open but she's breathing heavily.

"It's okay. It's just me, Myka. Just look at me and breathe in and out."

After a few minutes, her breathing goes back to normal and Helena sighs, rubbing her eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." She sits up, leaning against the wall.

Myka pulls herself onto the top bunk, sitting on her other side.

"It's alright." A silence settles. Myka bites her lip. "Do you.. wanna talk about it?"

"I don't want to worry you, it's alright." Myka grabs Helena's hand. "It's not a worry. I care about you Helena."

A look that Myka couldn't identify flickered onto Helena's face and as fast as it came, it went away.

"My little sister, Christina. I often have terrible dreams about her. She died two years ago and I don't think I've ever gotten over it."

Helena toys with a woven bracelet on her wrist and Myka realized that Christina probably made it for her.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. If anything, you've stopped it from consuming my thoughts. I've been happier these past months because of you and your friends. So please, do not apologize."

Myka smiles at her, settling their hands on her lap.

"You might even my best friend Myka Bering."

Something stirs in Myka. Pete is her best friend and will always be her best friend but Helena is different. Myka wants to know everything about Helena, about how her day was, about stupid little trivial things. Myka thinks things in terms of Helena. If moving her table will give her too little space to put her gadgets or if Helena would enjoy this brand of chocolate after exclaiming how much she loves chocolate over here. She doesn't even want to think about when Helena has to leave.

"You're such a sap." Myka turns to face Helena and she has that dumb grin that Myka loves so much on her face, the grin where her eyes crinkle and light up.

"Oh shut it."

She never wants to leave this moment.

"Have you noticed anything going on with Helena and Myka?" Claudia asks Steve and Pete during lunch. Myka and Helena are off studying for a physics exam.

"Is your gaydar going off?" She asks Steve.

He rolls his eyes, putting his pizza down.

"For this last time Claudia, just because I am gay does not mean I have gaydar."

"Then how do you know if a guy likes you?"

"It's a feeling, a vibe." Pete nods at that, his mouth full of sandwich. He tries to open his mouth to speak but Claudia covers it with her hand.

"Dude, you're like the Niagara Falls whenever you're eating. Stuff never stops coming out of your mouth. It's disgusting."

Steve grunts in agreement, flicking off a piece of lettuce.

Pete swallows, sticking his tongue out at the both of them.

Claudia retaliates by hitting him then ensues a hitting match between the both of them. Never underestimate Claudia.

"Real mature guys." Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm surrounded by five year olds."

"Anyways, Myka is straight. And if she and Helena were doing the wickity woo, then she would have told me."

Claudia smiles. "Personally I would love it if they got together. My two favorite people", a hurt look is exchanged between the boys, "other than you two and Helena is so awesome and we should totally set them up."

Steve shakes his head. "No way, you gotta let fate run its course."

"You're such a downer Jinksy." Claudia throws a french fry at him.

Pete is surprisingly silent through all of this. The thoughts of Myka and Helena keep popping up. Mykes would tell him if she liked someone right? Wouldn't she? Just because they spend a lot of time together doesn't mean that they like each other like that… right?

The next time Helena kisses her is when Helena drags her to the local movie theatre to see an Alfred Hitchcock marathon.

"Rear Window is one of my favorite movies ever." Helena gushes (a sight Myka rarely sees outside of their lunch table where her and Claudia are constantly drawing on napkins). "I can't believe you haven't seen it."

"I usually have no time and when I do, I prefer a good book." She shrugs.

"Wait until you see this one!" Helena grabs her hand and pulls her into the theatre, eyes sparkling.

Myka hates when people talk or really do anything that would distract her during movies. That's why Pete is her perfect movie companion; he respects movies way too much to talk during them. In fact, during their monthly movie watches, he makes them all shut up. It's usually Claudia and Steve that interrupts the silence with whispers of how cute the main guy is or how the technology lingo is bogus. Tracy always takes out her phone to text. It's so annoying.

But when Helena places her hand on Myka's knee, toying with the fabric, Myka doesn't mind. Perhaps because this movie is so damn good. She reminds herself to let Helena take her to see movies more often because wow. Also because Helena.

Anyways, Helena's hand steadily moves up her leg throughout the movie which distracts Myka completely. She doesn't know if she should be annoyed or aroused.

"I thought you wanted me to watch the movie." She whispers into Helena's ear.

"Am I distracting you?" Helena blinks her eyes innocently, toying with a loose strand on her thigh.

Myka laughs, attracting some side glares from viewers. Wow, Hitchcock fans are serious.

"Just watch the movie." Myka swats her hand away, regretting it when she actually does remove it.

She feels Helena leaning towards her, pretending to not notice but really it was all she could focus on.

"But darling, I'd rather watch you." An audible gulp.

Myka turns and finds herself inches from Helena's face.

A smile is playing on her lips. A question in her eyes.

Myka nods, closing her eyes. Helena kisses her once, softly, as if testing the waters but Myka puts her hand on her neck and pulls Helena towards her. Her hand gets tangled in her hair and Helena's tongue is sweeping her mouth and oh man she's really wanted to do this.

A hunger gnaws at Myka and she deepens the kiss, cursing the armrest between them. Helena tastes sweet and familiar and warm and everything Myka could dream of in a kiss. Helena cups her face, pulling back to breathe.

"We mustn't forget to breathe. I would hate to have you dead just when we've begun."

Myka kisses her again, gently this time, with less urgency. She loves that she can do this, just kiss her whenever. Well not whenever but at least she can kiss her.

"Woah." A voice behind them knocks them out of their haze. Myka and Helena turn to find a boy enraptured with them. "Do it again."

Myka bursts into laughter, burying her face into Helena's shoulder to muffle the sound.