"Having some trouble?" Cettie moved towards the rowing machine.

It was 15 minutes before closing time as she began to demonstrate how to properly use the equipment for the third time to the elderly man who had a gym membership solely so he could use the pool. It wasn't often you'd see him actually use any of the machines.

"Sorry." He looked embarrassed, peering up at her exasperated expression and began to babble, seemingly flustered. "I'm trying to impress my wife. I feel as if I've lost my shape a bit. I'm not used to using these… things." He motioned to the metal contraption.

Cettie smiled. "That's okay. You just need to get used to it. Maybe you should start off on something a little easier, like the running machine, before you go onto the more advanced stuff."

"That's what the other pretty girl said." He motioned over to Electra who was at the counter, very engrossed with something on her computer screen.

"Oh." Cettie blushed and looked away quickly, suddenly very interested with the floor. She hadn't spoken to Electra since she ran away from her at the party that weekend. Soon after her talk with Tugger, she had passed out in her room and woke up at around 8am the next day and proceeded to eat a whole watermelon. It helped her body recover but she was yet to sort things out with her best friend. She wasn't even sure what she had to sort. She'd been avoiding having a proper talk with her for at least 4 days now.

"Is she your friend?" The man asked. He was a small man with a friendly face and shaky hands he held at his stomach constantly.

"Yeah. She's my best friend, actually."

"Very sweet. She said the same thing. I'll try the running machine next time." He nodded and moved off to the changing rooms on the other side of the big glass doors that lead away from the gym. Electra had been talking about her?

"Hey." Cettie said, walking up to the desk in which Electra was sat behind. She sat down on the surface and allowed her legs to swing over the edge. The gym was basically empty now except a few people who were cooling down and going to shower.

"Hi stranger." She smiled, her eyes flicking away from the screen to look at her. "Where have you been? I feel like I've barely seen you all week."

"Oh, you know, I've been busy." She lied. She felt so weird being so awkward around her. She was so used to being able to say anything around her.

"Okay." She clicked her mouse a few times and then turned away to face her. "What the hell is up with you?"

"What?" Cettie began to panic.

"Why won't you just talk to me? Tell me what's wrong. I can help you." She had a concerned look on her freckled face. Her dark eyes were shining with worry. She could tell she was being difficult and all Cettie could think about was how pretty Electra was. How bewitching her best friend looked even though they'd been working in a sweaty gym all day.

"You can't help, trust me. It's nothing, I promise." She rose from her position and began to walk towards the equipment to begin cleaning up.

"It's not nothing, Cettie. Stop it. Why are you being so weird? You've been acting like this since the party, did I do something wrong?"

Cettie spun around to look at her small friend who had followed her over. She looked so tiny and upset and all she wanted was to walk up to her and wrap her in her arms but instead she hugged her own body, looking at the ground. "You did nothing wrong. You could never do anything wrong. I – It's just me. Something is wrong with me."

The room was empty now, everyone had left and the doors would soon be locked, yet the large room seemed cramped and small.

"What's wrong with you?" Electra took a few step closer to her.

"I don't know." Was all Cettie could muster.

"You don't know?"

"No, I don't."

A few moments passed. Electra gnawed at her lip and looked at Cettie so intensely that she was afraid she might faint.

"Is it because we danced together?"

"What?"

"We danced together at the party. Is it something to do with that?"

Cettie took a step back. "I don't know what you're talking about. No. No, it's not that. Why would it be that? It's just dancing."

"Don't lie to me, Cettie."

"What are you talking about? You sound crazy." Cettie was talking rather loudly now and she was sure she seemed quite insane.

"I felt it too, Cettie." Electra reached out to her but she stepped backward, tripping on a weight that had been discarded on the floor, grabbing onto the elliptical for support. Cettie had no idea what that meant. Did Electra feel the same way she felt? She couldn't say it out loud. She said nothing for a long while.

"You're not going to say anything?" Electra asked.

"I don't know what to say. I feel so weird. I don't understand what I'm feeling." Cettie could feel herself getting emotional which was never good because she was an avid crier.

"Cettie, don't be upset. I get it. I understand." She moved close to her, so close that Cettie could feel her breath.

"No you don't."

"I do."

And Electra kissed her. It was small at first, tentative to see how Cettie would react but when she got over her initial shock, she relaxed into it. Her hands moved around Electra's waist and Electra's got lost in Cettie's thick hair. They continued to do this for a good minute and a half before they came up for breath.

"You get it now?" Electra asked.

All Cettie could do was nod. Her eyes gazing directly into her friends as she remained close to her body, the heat radiating off her and making her every nerve ending tingle.

"I'm pretty certain I love you, Electra."

"I'm pretty certain I love you too."