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Nancy and Olivia walked together down the dark and empty halls of Rydell in silence. Olivia just wanted to wait out the storm alone but Nancy said it was important. The pair stopped in the middle of the hall, in front of the janitor’s closet.
“So what’s so important Nancy?” Olivia questioned, turning to face her friend. “Just a second.” Nancy told her, eyes flickering behind where Olivia stood. Both Olivia and Nancy heard two more voices coming from around the corner.
Jane and Cynthia appeared walking towards them, even though it seemed more like Cynthia was dragging Jane along. Before Olivia could have anytime to react or voice her disdain, Nancy opened the closet door and shoved Olivia in. Cynthia pushed Jane right behind Olivia before the door was shut.
Nancy and Cynthia leaned all the weight against the door as Olivia started to push the door to try to get out. “Come on, this isn’t funny, let me out.” Olivia yelled as she pushed harder.
“No, you two need to talk because this fight is getting ridiculous.” Nancy yelled back. “Guys, this would be a great time to help.” Cynthia called out. Gil, Shy Guy, and Potato all appeared from where they were hiding and leaned against the door.
When Olivia realized that trying to physically get out wasn’t working, she turned to threats. Threats in English, in Spanish, about how dead they all were when she got out as she banged loudly against the door.
Jane stood near the corner, out of Olivia’s eyeline and line of fire. Subconsciously, she starts fidgeting, playing with her fingers and wringing out her hands. She presses against the corner as if trying to hide in the shadows.
After Olivia realized that the threats weren’t doing anything, she sighed and went to sit down on an upside down bucket. “Let me guess, this was your idea?” Olivia asked, not bothering to even look at Jane.
“Because little miss sunshine thinks everything can be solved with optimism and peace.” Olivia said condescendingly.
Jane frowned. “I had no clue. Cynthia just said it was important and dragged me out of the library.” Jane said quietly, her voice carrying in the small and echoey space. Olivia rolled her eyes before turning to actually look at Jane.
Her eyes were red was the first thing that Olivia noticed about Jane. The whites of her eyes were all red and the skin around it was puffy, like she had been crying before being dragged away.
Olivia could feel her anger fuel up again. Olivia was losing her brother and Jane was crying? It wasn’t fair. But the part of Olivia that she has been trying to ignore ached.
That part just wanted to wrap Jane up in her arms and hold her and promise that everything would be okay.
That part was getting harder to ignore. That part who was in love with Jane Facciano. The part that adored her endless optimism and her drive to make sure that high school was fun for everyone. Things her logical side had come to despise.
That part that ached to be the one that received Jane’s affections like her brother once did. The part that took over as Jane looked at her with those big brown eyes like Olivia hung the stars and the moon in the sky.
“God, you make it impossible to be mad at you when you look at me like that Facciano.” Olivia let out a dry laugh. “Look at you like what?” Jane’s voice was innocent as she was the only one who couldn’t see the effect she had on Olivia Valdovinos.
The space between her eyebrows wrinkled as Jane furrowed her eyebrows with confusion. Olivia stood up from where she was sitting and crossed the distance of the small closet in one step, landing in front of Jane.
“Looking at me like that. With all that love and admiration and not an ounce of hate or anger because you're Jane, you can’t hate anybody.” Olivia’s voice had slipped into that softness that was reserved for a certain brainiac.
Now closer, Olivia could see why people fall head over heels for Jane Facciano. She might look at Olivia like she hung the night sky, but Jane was more.
Jane was the sun. Bright and strong. Always there to try to make things better for everyone. Her determination, her spirit, her hope, her love. How she poured all her love into people.
Olivia brought her hand to rest on Jane’s cheek, smiling as she felt her cheeks warm under Olivia’s touch. “It was always you.” Jane blurted out.
“Huh?” Olivia asked. “It was always you. Ever since that first day under the bleachers, it’s been you. Richie is nice and all but if anything, he was just a substitution for who I really wanted.” Jane started to ramble.
Olivia watched as Jane went on and let her love confession turn into a snowball rolling down a hill. Getting bigger and bigger as Jane went from one point to another.
“The point I’m trying to make is that it was you and I never meant to hurt you and I’m sorry that I did because I like you Olivia. More than like you. Like you in a way that I’m not too sure of yet.” Jane finished.
Jane’s hand was resting on top of Olivia’s which still rested on Jane’s cheek. Olivia let her hand fall in favor of wrapping her arm around Jane’s waist and pulling her closer to her.
Jane’s breath hitched as she grew red at the close proximity. Her eyes flickered between Olivia's eyes to her red lips and back to her eyes.
Olivia caught it, her lips curled into a small smile. Jane could feel Olivia’s breath fanning across the lower part of her face. Jane’s hands reached up to cup Olivia’s face, the pads of her thumbs ghosting over her cheekbones.
Olivia’s own breath hitched as if all the oxygen in the room was sucked out. Both girls stood nose to nose, the air around them buzzed with anticipation. Jane leaned forward and pressed her lips against Olivia’s.
Olivia responded eagerly, her arms tightening around Jane. The kiss was hungry, like they had been deprived from each other for too long. Jane’s hands went from Olivia’s face to tangle into her curls.
Olivia felt warm all over her body. It was like the sun truly lived inside of Jane and that warmth and love was taking over her own body as their lips stayed sealed.
Jane felt a constant buzz. Electricity coursing through her veins, fueling her to keep kissing Olivia. Her heartbeat was quick as the lack of oxygen became apparent.
The pair separated, foreheads pressed together and breathing heavily. Pink cheeks and small smiles. “I like this a lot better than fighting.” Jane laughed. Olivia let out her own laugh, tucking a strand of Jane’s hair behind her ear.
“You and me both Janey.” Olivia placed a short sweet kiss onto Jane’s lips, smiling at how her red lipstick left a light stain on Jane’s usually pink lips.
The two looked at each other before erupting into giggles. Olivia brought Jane closer into a hug, Jane’s arms around her shoulders.
Jane was very huggable. That was something that Olivia always knew. Maybe it was all the love she had in her heart or maybe how she always wanted to make someone feel better. Oliva never knew why her hugs were good.
What she did know was that it was impossible to feel upset when Jane hugged you. You just felt safe and comforted by the girl who had the sun in her heart and in her smile.
They stayed like that. In a closet lit by one measly light bulb while their friends stopped them from leaving. They knew what would be out there when they left. A literal storm that still raged over Rydell.
Along with it, a metaphorical storm. A storm of secret kisses in the shadows, holding hands under blankets, the constant fear of getting caught. Their relationship in the dark.
But Olivia was the stars and the moon and Jane was the sun. Their love would forever shine bright as long even in the darkest of times.