Dekka Talent

How You Met / Realising Their Feelings / First Kiss

You met at Coates when she stepped in to defend you from Drake. Dekka's soft smile at your words of gratitude and her unwillingness to let anyone keep her down soon won your heart. Dekka realised she returned your feelings when Taylor asked her out and she declined - not because she feared judgement, but because her heart was yours. You kissed on your second date, at an ice cream parlour far from Coates.

And no one said a thing to stop you.

You reminded each other that it was, indeed, "just a FAYZ". With a little wink - the phrase that had been used against Dekka by her parents to dismiss her sexuality was now your inside joke.

Jealousy

Dekka's arms were crossed, which wouldn't have alerted anyone to her foul mood, but if you knew her well - and you did - the upturned corners of her mouth and her slightly furrowed brow were telltale signs of annoyance.

Annoyance, and - by the way she stood closer to you than usual - jealousy.

A jealous Dekka was atypical (and very cute).

But what caused this envy?

One Orsay Pettijohn.

Orsay had latched on to you immediately, sensing your kind nature. And by 'latched on', it was literal. She clung to your arm and wrapped hers around your waist.

Rationally, Dekka knew that Orsay was just scared. Emotionally, she was in turmoil - why was she touching you? Why did you return it?

Noticing her distress, you momentarily untangled yourself from the scared girl to kiss Dekka's cheek.

Her frown dissolved immediately.

(Dekka is customarily level-headed and phlegmatic. When it comes to you, however, she can let her feelings get the best of her sometimes and 'use the heart over the head'.

4/10 jealousy - and 2/10 is just for her being protective.)

Nicknames

Dekka calls you princess, kitty, and ladybug.

You call her Talent, Dekks, and Gravity Girl.

Habits You Pick Up

You stand with your arms crossed and narrow your eyes. Dekka won't tell you, but she finds this incomparably adorable.

Wearing Their Clothes

Dekka's footsteps broke the eerie silence. A clock ticked. The air was still and the town was quiet.

A cushion lay under your head, and a makeshift blanket had been carefully draped over you - Dekka's fleece jacket.

"I'm home now, kitty," she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Conflict / Comfort

"Are you ashamed of me?"

The question seemed to come out of nowhere.

When you turned to face your girlfriend, you were shocked into silence by her teary eyes and trembling lip.

"I...I know you deserve better, but-"

"Dekka."

She looked up at you, brown eyes wary.

"There's no one better for me than you. I'm not ashamed of you, Dekka. I love you."

Her answering smile lit up the room.