To say she is nervous wouldn't be to far from the truth, to say she is afraid would certainly be right on the money. As regret gnaws at her as she waits on the roof, a larger part than she would like to admit is hoping that the first step of her plan fails. Confessing one's feelings to another is always difficult, especially when those feelings are directed towards a teammate and friend.

And they were most assuredly friends.

They read together, studied together, talked, trained, even slept in the same bed together when one or the other was to tired to make it to their own. Just thinking about those times made her knees grow weak and her heart beat faster. Every word was like honey, sweet and sublime, and every touch was a bolt of lighting through her body, putting her on a constant edge whenever they were near each other. It made her feel warm and cozy and happy and she felt like she was walking on sunshine all the time. For a year she endured these feelings and at first she dismissed them as the result of a simple crush; but as time went on and those feelings only grew she began to realize they would not simply "go away."

As the days passed she found herself wanting more than what they had together, more than the laugh and hugs, more than just being friends until she simply couldn't bear it anymore. She bought a bouquet of roses and left a letter asking that she be met on the roof as soon as possible. She's been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, clutching the roses and rocking back and forth on her heels.

She could still leave if she wanted to, make a break for the room and hopefully get to the note before it's read. If not that then she could hide until her school years were up. That was always a viable option. Of course she could skip most of her classes, she'd just have to ask Weiss for her notes and for Yang to spar with her. She could get permission to make up tests on different dates and in the teacher's office. She could live in a tree. Her plan is foolproof.

And then the door leading to the roof opens.

She turns from the edge of the roof and silver eyes meets gold. She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out, panic constricts her throat and keeps her words trapped. Her heart beats faster and faster, her breath becomes quick and shallow, her resolve wavers and finally breaks. She can't do it; she can't risk what they have, can't take the chance that the friendship she spent so long growing between them might be ruined because she can't keep her emotions in check.

With her head low and eyes covered by her hair, she makes her way to the door with every intent to keep her mouth closed. She hopes beyond hope that by somehow not saying anything, this entire incident might be forgotten. That they could just go back to being what they were before she made such a foolish mistake. That somehow, they could still be friends.

A slender hand catches her wrist before she makes it to the door and turns her around. She opens her mouth to protest when soft lips meet her own and silences her. In that moment she must be dreaming because there can't be anyway that this is possibly happening in real life.

She doesn't care.

If this is a dream then it's the realest one she has ever had and she plans to make the most of it. She lets go of the roses, barely registering them hitting the ground, in favor of winding them though hair that has no right being that incredibly smooth and soft. Seconds tick by and she hardly notices, minutes and she has to finally pull back to catch her breath. Silver eyes look up at her, shining with happiness, and a warm feeling starts to spread through her chest.

"I like you too, Blake."