Disclaimer: As far as I know, I'm still not Lemony Snicket. In other words: I'm not a very rich man and I don't own these characters.

A/N: Thanks to the people that pointed out it's "Isadora" and not "Isador". Oops ) And thanks for the encouraging-me-to-continue, that's what keeps me writing D

The sun had completely set. Isadora Quagmire and Violet Baudelaire sat amid the bales of hay that had been randomly placed behind the Administrative Building sometime that day. The twilight could, for the most part, hide Isadora's tear-streaked face, though when she moved the tears would catch the starlight and break Violet's heart. The twilight could, completely, hide the fact that Violet was blushing, even when she moved nervously.

"Violet!" Isadora sounded desperate as she asked her question for the third time: "You're never going to like me that way are you!"

"Do..." Violet finally began to string together an answer. "Do... y-you... want... m-me... to?" Or was that, "too"?

"Well... if you don't... I'm not really - but when I saw - it just - I..." Isadora looked down at the ground. "When I saw you with her... I felt jealous. But, I've never really... I've never had feelings for a girl before."

"Neither have I," Violet smiled the smallest smile she had ever smiled. Say THAT ten times fast.

"You mean, there's someone -!" Isadora's somewhat angry response died in her throat. "Do you mean... m-me...?" She sounded scared to even whisper the "M-E" word.

"Yes," whispered Violet so softly that her lips barely moved. Had there been the smallest bit of wind, Isadora would never have heard her. But there wasn't, and she did.

Isadora let go of her knees and reached out a hand to Violet. They couldn't tell their own hands apart from each other's, not even when the looked. But they didn't look yet. What they did do, was...

Violet leaned forward, as did Isador. They instinctively closed their eyes as they grew closer. Then a gentle kiss, just enough to feel the other was there. As though they were one, they both pressed their lips to each other a little harder, at the same time. Then, at the same time, they opened their mouths just a little, just a little more, and then slowly - still mirroring each other perfectly as though they had rehearsed this perfect moment - they slid their tongues into each other. Gently caressing, they felt such sincere happiness. Violet let go of Isadora's hand and they put their arms around each other and leaned into the hay. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, slowly and happily.

Eventually they parted and just looked deep into their best friend's eyes. They saw their own emotions and thoughts reflected there and they knew they were made for each other. They also knew they didn't want to hurt each other.

"This... this probably shouldn't... shouldn't happen again..." Violet said once she found her voice.

"N-no, you're right... but Vi..."

"Yeah, Isa?"

"I-I love you."

"Love you, too."

And they held hands as they walked to where they would have to part ways. The stars glimmered overhead and they knew this would not, could not, be forgotten.

When Violet got back to the Orphan Shack, she sank onto her bed of hay and cried a little. She didn't know why. Something wasn't right. Was it the kiss? No. That was perfect. Was it saying they loved each other? No. That was perfect too. So then... it must have been... saying it shouldn't happen again.

A/N again: This doesn't have to be over yet! Suggestions, improvements, encouragements, all happily recieved just please don't be mean to me )