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"Are you breaking up with me?"

Lydia’s toes were dipped into the lake, her shoes next to her in the boathouse as she sat with Jordan. It felt strange to know in her heart she was breaking up with him, but be sat so intimately. It was the norm for them, meeting at her Grandmother’s house every night after school and work, relaxing together. It was the only chance they got to talk without the prying eyes of the Sheriff. ”Not… at such. I can’t end a relationship that never was, Jordan.” She reply slowly, letting out a sigh as she stared at the water, refusing to look at the deputy because she knew she’d lose her nerve. The nightmares had become more vivid these past few days, the flames practically licking at her skin and making her wake up, sweating and shaking. He was in danger being with her, so she had to protect him as best she could. ”I want you to stay away from me. It’s best for everybody.” 

"Gotcha!"

Allison felt a hand tentatively grabbing her t-shirt, slowing her speed so she wouldn’t pull him over. He sucked at ice skating, but refused to admit it, so she had simply left him behind to find his own feet, while she skated circles around them. ”Really? What if I just…” She pushed back a little, moving to start skating again and she felt his hands trying to grab at her t-shirt, but she was too fast, out of his grasp just as Scott fell over again. ”You were saying?” Allison smirked as she span around, feeling victorious. 

"Balloons? Really?

”Do you have something against balloons?” Lydia questioned with an arch of her eyebrow, busy placing the weight strategically on his desk so the helium balloon would keep down some of his paper work, and look awesome. ”It’s your birthday, so stop being a grump and accept this balloon as a temporary present. I promise you’ll get a better one later.” It was around 6am, and there was no-one else really around. There was another deputy in the break room, and the Sheriff was in his office, but there no other eyes on them. Feeling brave, Lydia leaned to press a brief kiss to Jordan’s lips, the press fleeting but sweet. With that, she grabbed her bag and glided back out of the station.