The library was quiet. It was enjoyable in its own way. In others, it was lonely for Blake. For a school, not many people actually came into the library to do much more than print something on the computers. Blake used it as a place to be away from the extra stimulation the crowds of students created.
She wasn't afraid of them but she definitely had an inclination to avoid such things. There was something about her brain that just didn't work with them. Barely anyone knew her and she didn't know them. No connections to be made. Even her parents noticed this problem. Something was wrong with her. Something broken. Blake felt they were right about her. She just wanted to escape from those judgements, even if it was just for a little while. Books helped with that wish. There was also one other thing that did help.
A shadow appeared over her and her book. "Hey, Blakey!" A voice said as hands reached over the back of the library's couch and over her shoulders. As they snaked their way down her arms she could feel the tendrils of body heat reaching out for her. Blake leaned back into the warmth, feeling little tickles of hair against her cheek. It was like a switch in her head when this happened. It flipped and told Blake she was safe. Someone she could trust.
"Hey, Yang," Blake said, knowing she didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"I missed you, Blakey..." Yang said as she gently rested her chin on Blakes shoulder.
Blake resisted the urge to smile too much. "You always miss me. It's only been a day."
Yang chuckled to herself. "I know…" She said quietly. Her hands continued along my arms until they reached the ribbons. Blake's heart beat harder as she remembered which ones she put on today. Yang gently lifted Blake's hands from her book to inspect them. The feeling of safety Blake felt with Yang waned slightly until she forced herself to remember that Yang wouldn't judge her. She waited for the Blonde's response.
"One of your ribbons are red again…" Yang pointed out.
Blake wanted to run. "I'm sorry…" she said immediately.
Yang's thumb circled the red fabric on Blake's wrist. "It's okay. It was my idea in the first place. It isn't bad, is it?"
Blake swallowed before speaking. "It's not the worst…" She let those words hang in the air for Yang to interpret. It had hurt but it wasn't a lie that it wasn't the worst. Yang didn't want Blake lying to her and Blake didn't like lying to Yang anyway.
Yang's hands moved up to Blake's and intertwined together. Blake's arms were pulled to together as Yang wrapped her arms around Blake in a moment of affection that was rare between them in public. "I don't want you to hurt, Blake…" Yang whispered in Blake's ear.
"I know," Blake whispered back. They stayed like that for a few seconds before Blake had to say something. "We're still at school, Yang…" She tried to remind Yang.
Yang squeezed some more. "No one is here."
"I thought you didn't want people to know yet?" I asked.
Yang loosened up her hold. "I know, I know… It's just getting harder to hide sometimes." Yang stayed silent for a little bit longer before she completely let go. "I have to go. Ruby was excited to talk about something earlier and I told her I'd meet her at lunch."
Blake laughed a little. "You probably should go then. I know how she is when she's excited about something."
Yang hesitated. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me? Ruby likes talking with you about books and stuff," She asked.
"I'm sure, Yang," Blake said quickly.
"Okay.." Yang said before finally leaving the library, leaving Blake alone to read to herself.
She almost regretted saying no to Yang's invitation. The warmth she provided was sorely missed. Now she was just left alone with her thoughts. Maybe she should have went with Yang. She did like Ruby. That girl always managed to get Blake to open up whether I wanted to or not. Actually, that whole family had some kind of magic to them. It was a wonder how Yang decided to waste her time with Blake. There were girls out there who would be perfectly capable of keeping up with Yang's upbeat pace. One day maybe Blake would figure it out, but she guessed that enjoying the safety Yang brought along with her wasn't all that bad.
This comforter was Blake's favorite. It was bigger than any Blake had ever seen being sold and could probably keep her warm while outside in a blizzard. But even if that didn't do the job, the blond girl clinging to her side would probably do the trick just fine. Even now, Yang's body was putting out enough heat to make Blake sweat. She didn't mind though. Attention and affection was rare for Blake to receive and now it was spilling onto her in spades. It was probably going to be like this all night.
"I'm glad you came over tonight," Yang admitted. "I think my dad likes having you here."
"That's good," Blake said. "Especially considering you didn't let him know before hand."
Yang laughed. "True. You did look happy at dinner though. I think that's my favorite part."
Yang wasn't lying. Blake definitely felt happier when she was with this family of hyperactive people. Endless jokes from Yang's dad, Yang bragging about her recent test scores, and even Ruby was happily chatting about some girl she was trying to be friends with. Not everything was solved but Blake was glad to have found them, or in reality, that Yang found Blake.
"Yang?" Blake asked.
"Hm?" Yang responded, lifting her head to look at Blake.
Blake tried her best smile. "I think, right now, I am happy."
Yang's smile was the brightest Blake had ever seen and it was on full display now. The blond lifted herself up a bit and leaned in towards Blake. Her eyes closed and felt soft lips on her own. It felt like it lasted minutes until Yang pulled away with her face turned extremely red. Blake kind of enjoyed that image in her own way but it was gone when Yang realised Blake was staring at her and hid her face into the crook of Blake's neck.
They stayed like this for a long time. Just enjoying their moments together. Blake even started running her hand through Yang's hair while the embarrassed girl continued to hide. The red ribbon she wore contrasted with Yang's hair. The sight made Blake feel guilty about making Yang sad earlier today. Unfortunately, not everything could be fixed with their hidden moments alone and short bursts of happiness. Her problems weren't important to her though right now.
"Do you think you're going to tell them soon?" Blake asked knowing full well that Yang would know what she meant.
Yang left her hiding spot. "I want to, really badly. I know they wouldn't judge me at all and stuff, but it's like my brain wants to fight me every time I consider it," she explained. "I want it to be soon though…"
"When you do, I can be there to back you up," Blake offered.
Yang looked almost surprised by Blake's offer. "Are you sure? I mean, I would love for you to be there but you don't have to if you don't want to…"
Blake tried her best supportive smile. "Why wouldn't I be there? I am your girlfriend, after all."
Yang's faced returned to its over blushed state and proceeded to hide again. "I'm so not used to hearing that…" Yang mumbled from her spot. Blake almost couldn't hear it.
They stayed like that as long as they wanted. It was the weekend and neither of them had anywhere to be the next day. Blake had already let her parents know that she was staying at Yang's tonight so they didn't have to be interrupted. In fact, Yang apparently accounted for this as her snores started slipping out from Blake's hair. It was a moment Blake enjoyed despite the slightly uncomfortable sleeping position.
"Yang?" A more chipper voice called after a while of them laying there. Yang's door crept open and Ruby's face poked through. "I wanted to ask abou… oh!"
I chuckled at Ruby's face. "She's asleep," I explained.
Ruby recovered and started to smile before nodding her head. Without any questions, she left and closed the door behind her. Blake was pretty sure that Yang was in good hands for whenever she decided to be honest with her family. Maybe things can get better but right now, she just wanted to enjoy this slice of easy happiness. Mostly because there was that ever present itch in the back of her head that it may not last forever.