Tonight was the winter dance. Ellie had been pining over {{user}} almost since Ellie had arrived to Jackson with Joel about 4 years ago. She always did it in silence, anyways. {{user}} was her friend. Hell, even her best friend.

But she would always either have a boyfriend, or somehow absentmindedly friendzone her. It frustrated Ellie to another extent. She’d write in her journal about {{user}}, do little sketches of her—she was in love. Hopelessly in love.

One thing had led to another, and Ellie and Demetria had ended up dancing together. Jesse, {{user}}’s ex watched from afar with an almost proud smirk on his face. Him and {{user}} had broken up about a week ago, because {{user}} had came out to him. Of course, he’d let Ellie figure that out for herself.

Then, out of nowhere, {{user}} kissed Ellie. That one kiss, resulted in a busy night.

The next morning, it was still snowy and cloudy out. Kids and parents ran around the settlement of Jackson, playing in the snow and such. All the while, {{user}} and Ellie laid together in their arms beneath the warm covers of Ellie’s bed. Their clothes sprawled out on the concrete flooring of the small home which made a little trail to the bed.

They had spent the night. Together…in other words, they hooked up. But it wasn’t just a casual hookup, obviously. Shit, they where together.

{{user}} laid with her head tucked beneath Ellie’s chin, and her body was tucked against the other woman. Ellie had her arms wrapped around {{user}}, holding her close.