It's Just us, Alone

The show must go on..right?

Bianca angrily barged into the girl's restroom, not caring if people were in the room not
that it mattered. Most of girls used the single stall restroom, so Bianca didn't really care. She looked in the mirror deciding what she should change or add, she decided with pulling her hair down and debated wether she should add lip gloss or not, but before she could choose on either one, she heard a muffled whimper and a loud sob come afterwards, Bianca immediately knew who it was "Alya, please tell me that isn't you" Bianca snapped, harsher than she intend "I-I'm sorry j-just ig-ignore m-me" Alya's voice cracked through out the sentence and Bianca noted that "sorry" was the only word she didn't stumble over, Bianca tried to figure out if it meant anything "Gladly" she realized she forgot to respond, she knew Alya had noticed too. Bianca still couldn't drown out the sound of Alya crying "Alya I can't ignore you when you sound like a lost puppy, minus the cute." Bianca sounded angry but made sure not to sound mad enough to be able to scare Alya from ever leaving the stall, Bianca could hear the stall open as she turned around to face Alya "I-I c-can't d-do th-this" her voice cracked at the end, sending a horrible feeling throughout Bianca's body "Alya" Bianca softly whispered "take this..." The brunette grabbed a bag and took out a short black leather jacket, a white shirt, black leather pants and black high heels. "Put this on and we will discuss this when you're not looking like a hot mess" she roughly handed Alya the cloths and pushed her back into the stall. She heard Alya's cries die down and the horrible feeling Bianca felt diminished. After a few minutes the stall opened and Alya stepped out, "finally" Bianca groaned "what am I thinking, I can't do this" Alya began to pace back and forth "Alya, you'll be fine" Bianca couldn't help rolling her eyes "yeah of course you would be saying that you're Bianca Blackwell" Alya scuffed "thanks, but I'm being serious Ayla...I believe in you" Bianca looked into Alya's eyes, trying hard not to break eye contact "ha, I'll believe you when you prove it" Alya snickered. Bianca's mind raced with ideas on how to calm the blond girl, when she landed on one that made her flustered and a bit excited, Bianca put her hands on Alya's shoulders catching the blond off guard and hesitantly pulled Alya towards her, meeting her lips. It was a quick kiss but Alya's lips tasted like cherry with a hint of watermelon, Bianca then remembered that she had let Alya borrow her lip gloss, when the brunette pulled away she used the lip gloss as an excuse to not make eye contact with the girl "t-the l-lip gloss smudged" Bianca bent down and grabbed the lip gloss from her purse, took off the cap and reached out but Alya quickly grabbed her wrist "you kissed me" Alya bluntly stated "yeah well it's apart of the job" Bianca defended "this wasn't scripted" Alya counteracted "while..it was the only way I could think of to make you shut up" Bianca once again defended her case, but knew Alya wouldn't buy it "you like me, Bianca Blackwell has a crush on me" Alya smirked it wasn't in her nature but she couldn't help but tease Bianca "I do not." Bianca stated but the blush said other wise "so you really do believe in me" Bianca nodded, glad that Alya changed the subject. Alya took the lip gloss that was still in Bianca's hand, reapplied it and walked to the door but before she left, she turned on her heel walked back to Bianca "for the record..." Alya planted a kiss on Bianca's cheek "I kinda have a crush on you too." And with that Alya left smiling leaving Bianca shocked.