Okay, one thing was for sure, Aliana did not want to be the first one to admit her feelings. She spent most of her life keeping them hidden, and now she was expected to blurt them all out. Aliana took a deep breath, and sat on the step, trying to figure out what to say. She already felt vulnerable, which was silly and stupid because you aren’t supposed to feel that way around someone you like. As much as she wanted it to stop, that stupid feeling of anxiety wouldn’t go away. That heaviness on her chest that was telling her that it was a bad idea. There was always that disconnection between her metaphorical heart and her brain.

Anyways, Aliana was sitting on the step, her cane beside her. Thousands of thoughts were running through her head, and she was trying to pick out the best ones. Sure, she might’ve been over thinking the situation, but how else was she supposed to react?

“I don’t know.” Aliana started, “I would be lying if I said that I thought of this, friendship or relationship or whatever it is, as completely platonic. I also would be lying if I told you that I think of you as more than a friend. What I’m trying to say... is that I like you. As more than a friend. Well, I like you as a friend too, but I also like you as more than a friend.” Aliana covered her face with her hands, “Oh my god, I can’t believe that you actually got me to say that.”
Well. She did it. Although now she was stressing about what Adan was going to say. Which wasn’t any better than the anxiety caused by her having to admit her feelings in the first place.
             

Aliana laughed, out of relief and because Adan’s comments were spot on. “Yeah, you make me pretty nervous too.” Wow. Understatement of the century right there. Except she wasn’t so nervous anymore. And those stupid, irritating, anxious thoughts had ceased for the first time in forever. Actually, for the first time in about five years. They had surfaced when she had first arrived at camp. Probably because she was alone for the first time in her life. When she had stepped over those borders, she didn’t know anybody. For normal people, she would describe her experience as being thrown into a maze, where you couldn’t see where you were going, and everybody you met said the maze was actually a park. Except you knew it was a maze. And nobody could help you out of the damn maze because they thought it was a park. So, eventually, you started to tell people that it was a park. Except it was still a maze.

Aliana had just reached the end of that maze. Except there was one more question that needed to be answered. “So, where do we go from here?”

“Prom?” Aliana raised her eyebrows. Ok, she definitely didn’t see that coming. She had completely forgotten about prom. For goodness sake, she was blind. She could barely walk on her own, let alone dance, yet she still found herself saying “I’d love to.” The anxiety that had gone away a moment ago was now back. Dancing did sound fun, but there were dangers like people and moving object and one to many variables to keep track of. Stop it. she told herself, You are going to that dance and you are going to have a fantastic time. Because she probably would. It was just that little chance of something going wrong that scared her. But look what happened last time she threw caution to the wind, she found out that Adan liked her. And now they’re going to prom together. “Just,” Aliana added, “be aware that I am probably as bad at dancing as it comes. I’m serious. I have a feeling I’m going to do damage to your feet.” Okay, that was enough talking. Sure, she had gotten over one hurdle of nervousness and anxiety, but that doesn’t mean she was in the clear.

Aliana laughed, “I would like that.” It came to mind that Aliana would have to find a dress. She’d probably have to enlist the help of her half-siblings because she was hopeless with dresses. Especially dresses from fairytales. Sure, she knew all the stories, but she didn’t really know what princess dresses looked like specifically. But, there would be time for that later. Aliana stood up, and grabbed her cane. “So. I’ve been told it’s a beautiful day. And you were going to go show me... something. Do you still want to do that, or we can just sit here.”

OOC: Same.