One Perfect Year at Stevenson High

Chapter 47

For the rest of the night, Adora only let go of Catra's hand if she absolutely had to. Every moment felt like a dream, and she was afraid that if she released her grip, she might suddenly wake up and lose it all.

But this was no dream: Catra's hand was warm in hers, her smile was bright, and her lips fit against Adora's as though they were made just for her to kiss.

"I can't believe you did that," Catra laughed against Adora's cheek as they danced, tightly wrapped in each other's arms. "What would you have done if your grand romantic gesture didn't work?"

Adora felt lightheaded just thinking about it. "I probably would have dropped dead right there on stage. There would have been no coming back from something like that." She pulled back so she could lean her forehead against Catra's. "But at least I would have died knowing I took my shot."

Catra grinned and bit her bottom lip. "Yeah, well, I'm glad you didn't let a potential death sentence stop you." She ran her fingertips lightly along Adora's jawline, her eyes raking over her features like she was seeing her for the first time.

"Is it cheesy to say you were worth the risk?" Adora asked.

"Very. But don't let that stop you."

That night, when the dance was done and the afterparty at Glimmer's place wound down, the newly minted couple zipped their sleeping bags together, curled into one another and fell asleep in one another's arms. It was something they'd been doing for nearly half their lives, but somehow it felt different now. Now, with their truths out there, being tangled up in one another didn't just feel nice and safe: it felt like destiny.

The group slept late the next morning, rousing only when their hunger became too much to ignore. They made the pilgrimage to a local diner and clamored into a corner booth for brunch. As Adora gazed around the table, her heart was as fuller than it had ever been. She was surrounded by friends -- from both glee and cheer alike -- all of whom were laughing together and enjoying one another's company as if it had always been this way. And at her side was the girl of her dreams, their fingers still firmly knitted together. They leaned into one another and stole kisses when they thought the others weren't looking. Of course, the others were always looking, but Adora didn't mind their playful teasing if it meant she got to keep kissing Catra.

Adora was shoving the last of her pancakes into her mouth when she felt her phone vibrate. Catra glanced down.

"Is that a phone in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she asked, making Adora choke on her last bite.

While Adora attempted to wash down her pancakes, Catra wrestled the phone from her pocket and glanced at the caller ID before picking it up.

"Hey Razz." She listened for a moment. "No, you called the right number. Adora's just drowning in maple syrup at the moment... Yeah, she'll survive." There was another beat of silence as Catra listened to their house mother. Adora, no longer at risk of breakfast-related asphyxiation, watched with curiosity.

"Sure," Catra said at last, her brows furrowing ever so slightly. "We'll be there in a few."

"Be where?" Adora asked as Catra ended the call.

"Apparently you've got a visitor waiting for you at home."

The couple paid their bill and said goodbye to their friends before rushing home. On the bus, Adora fidgeted anxiously. Razz had apparently been vague on the phone, not giving any indication of who had decided to drop in unannounced. Privately, she wondered if it had something to do with the Coach Weaver situation, which likely would have meant they'd find a lawyer or police officer waiting inside. That thought made Adora squirm.