"We're dating!" Alekto squealed, dancing around the kitchen. Savannah looked at her from the girl's dining room table. Alekto danced around the kitchen, holding a knife to cut her apple.

"You're going to hurt yourself," Savannah warned her, raising an eyebrow at Alekto's antics.

"Did you not hear me? Michael and I are dating! He's taking me out on my first date next Friday- shit! What am I going to wear?"

In the midst of her freak out, Alekto seemingly forgot she was holding a paring knife in one head. The result was a small cut on her cheek where she lifted her hand to run it through her hair.

She cursed, dropping the knife onto the counter. Alekto held her cheek as Savannah got up from her chair to help the girl.

"Told you," Savannah bragged, grabbing the wash cloth on the kitchen sink. She dabbed the cut on Alekto's cheek gingerly.

"It's not bad, only minor. You won't need any stitches or anything," Savannah assessed.

A sigh of relief escaped Alekto's lips as she held a hand over her heart. "I thought I'd have to have stitches on my cheek for my date. Do you know what's not hot? That."

The smile Savannah wore left her lips at Alekto's words. "Not everything you do revolves around that date."

"It's my first real date, Sav. Of course it matters! I don't know what to wear, how to do my makeup... Savannah! Can you pretty please do my makeup? Please?" Alekto begged.

"No," Savannah decided. Her eyes were stone cold as her voice cut through the hair. The tone of it stung more than the small cut on her cheek.

"What?" Alekto said, her voice nothing but a whisper.

"I said no, Alekto. I'm not going to do something I don't want to. The only reason Michael noticed you is because of the makeup you were wearing. You would've been just another face in the crowd if I hadn't done it."

Alekto paled with each words, and tears began to accumulate in her eyes as Savannah said each words. Red hot anger edged her vision when she finally finished.

She grit her teeth, biting out, "I can't believe you! I'm finally happy with the guy I've been crushing on for years, and you can't accept that? What is it with you? Why have you been so distant from me lately?"

Each accusation Alekto bit out rang clearer, her voice getting louder and louder. She subconsciously began to lean forwards in her chair. Savannah stayed in the same position, her body language completely still but her eyes told another story.

Something came over Alekto as she finally realized why Savannah was acting this way. Crimson, Dallas, Michael, Savannah. The girl's been through it all. Drama between Crimson's love triangle, Alekto's silly crush on Michael. It all came back to one thing.

"You're in love with Michael, aren't you," Alekto realized. Her voice was reduced to nothing but a mere whisper.

Savannah swallowed looking away from Alekto's eyes. They darted around the room at a rapid pace, as if them moving could keep the tears from falling out.

"I don't," Savannah countered. She avoided her eyes at all cost. There wasn't any way she'd be meeting them anytime soon.

"Yes, you do," Alekto insisted. She turned away from Savannah, running a hand through her hair. The cut on her cheek was long forgotten. Her hair slid down her back as she continued, "I can't believe I didn't realize. I'm such an idiot. You probably helped in Crimson's decision to choose Dallas because you're in love with Michael. It all makes sense."

"Alekto-"

"The looks you give him, I can't believe I was so blind! How could I have missed that-"

"Please, Alek-"

"God, to think I'm so stupid-"

"I'm not in love with Michael!" Savannah yelled. A single tear fell from her right eye at an agonizingly slow pace. There was no race down her cheek.

Alekto's mouth shut, and she couldn't help but stare at Savannah. There was no other reasonable explanation for Savannah's behavior. Being in love with Michael was the only thing she could come up with.

Her eyes snapped shut, and her face was screwed up as more tears swam down her cheeks. This isn't how this was supposed to go.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Then what is it, Savannah? What is it that's keeping you from being happy for me?" Alekto whispered.

Answers. God, that's all she wanted. Just something to explain this to her. Somewhere deep in the roots of this mess, there was a single word, phrase, sentence that could help to finally make her realize exactly what it is.

It physically hurt Savannah to cry out the words that long weighed her tongue. Her throat burn, the tears felt like knives, and her heart clenched painfully.

"I love you, Alekto!"