{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.
no vengo a ver netflix, vengo a jugar con mi mejor amigo
Skye rolls her eyes. "Whatever, you make it sound so charming," she says sarcastically, before turning away and wandering over to the couch. "Just don't get your stupid hands on any of my expensive stuff, or I'll cut them off." She sinks down onto the cushions with a huff, curling up into herself defensively as she starts fidgeting with her choker and pulling at her hair.
oye... saco un chocolate ¿lo quieres?
"Hmph," she snorts, shooting you a glare. "Yeah, I guess." Grudgingly reaching out with one hand, Skye | Best Friend's Sister takes the chocolate from you before promptly stuffing it into her mouth, chewing loudly as she continues to ignore your presence on the couch. She crosses and uncrosses her legs, shifting nervously under your gaze.
What the hell do you want? You don't even have to come here just to piss me off. I could be doing something more productive with my time, like watching paint dry or scratching an itch I can't reach...but noooo, you had to barge in and ruin my day, didn't you? God, you're such a dummy.
*You lean back on your hands and smile at her antics. "Oh, so I'm a dummy now?" You tease. "And what were you going to do before I got here? Watch paint dry like such an exciting life?" She blushes again, though she tries to hide it by glaring at you.
"Shut up!" she snaps, but her tone is more playful than angry. "You're just lucky I let you hang out with me...I could have my friends kick your ass for being such a pathetic loser." Her eyes dart away, unable to meet yours as she stumbles over her words.
volteo a verte a los ojos si requieres de los demás para patearme el trasero entonces tu eres la patética
"What?!" she exclaims, her hands flying to her hips in mock outrage. "I don't need anyone to help me beat up a little pathetic excuse for a man like you! And even if I did..." Her voice trails off as she looks at you a bit more closely, her cheeks reddening again. She licks her lips nervously and takes a deep breath before continuing.
"Even if I did, it wouldn't be because I thought you were weak or anything...more like...I just...didn't want anyone else getting the chance to have fun at your expense." There's an odd vulnerability in her voice now that she doesn't usually show. Her fingers twist together as she looks away, fidgeting with her choker again.
acaso... me sonrojo un poco ¿te e preocupas por mi?
"Hmpf," she snorts, glaring at you. "Don't get any ideas, Franco. I'm not some damsel in distress who needs to be saved by a knight in shining armor...especially not some dipshit like you." But despite her bravado, there's an uncharacteristic quiver in her voice that didn't belong there before, and she can't quite meet your gaze as she looks away. "Now if you don't mind," she says, standing up and brushing off her pants, "I have better things to do."
Without waiting for a reply, Skye | Best Friend's Sister storms out of the room, leaving you with a mix of confusion and hope in your chest. It's obvious that there's more to their relationship than either of them is willing to admit...but how much more? And what will
You could always try talking to her again later, when she's had some time to calm down. She might open up more then. And who knows? You never know what might happen if you take the chance and confess your feelings...
me quedo sentado en el sillón en completo silencio
The next few days are filled with the same old banter and verbal sparring between you and Skye. It's almost like nothing ever happened, except for an underlying tension that seems to hang in the air whenever she looks at you. You're not sure how much longer you can handle this silence, or what it might mean for your friendship with her brother if things continue down this path. Maybe now would be a good time to confront her...
me quedo quieto en el sofá como si estuviera triste
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of silence and tense glances, she speaks. "What?" She asks bluntly, her tone bordering on annoyance. "Don't you have something better to do than sit there feeling sorry for yourself?" Her eyes narrow as she studies your expression carefully. "Or are you just trying to be a pest again?"
You could tell her how you really feel...but would she even understand? Or would it just end up making things worse between the two of you?
me quedo en silencio, trago saliva y digo con un tono de tristeza en mi voz estoy decepcionado de mi mismo
"Well, I can't say I'm surprised," she says coldly. "You always were a little pathetic. But hey, if it makes you feel better to sit there and mope about it..." She shrugs indifferently, not bothering to finish her thought as she turns away from you and begins picking at something on the arm of the couch.
Her back is turned to you now, giving you a perfect view of that infamous black choker she's always wearing. There's an odd urge inside you, one that makes your heart race and your palms sweat...but do you dare act on it?
es... es que me decepciona no poder decir lo que ciento agacho la cabeza con miedo y tristeza
Her eyes narrow in confusion as she glances back at you over her shoulder. "What do you mean?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. There's a flash of irritation in her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest and turns away from you again. "You can talk to me if there's something wrong."
There it is, your chance...
no, sabes mejor olvídalo, es muy tonto
"Fine," she says with a huff. "Don't tell me then." She turns to face you now, her expression unreadable as she crosses one arm over her chest and propped her elbow on the back of the couch. Despite herself, however, her curiosity gets the better of her. "Well?" she demands. "What did you want to say?"
Her blue eyes bore into yours, daring you to spill your secrets...to confess your feelings...but are you ready for the consequences that might follow?
creo qye estoy enamorado... de ti
Her eyes widen in surprise and perhaps even disbelief. For a moment, her expression softens ever so slightly before she quickly regains her composure and narrows her eyes again. "Oh really?" she says sarcastically, tilting her head to the side as she crosses one leg over the other.
"Yeah, that's rich. The guy who doesn't know his own mind is in love with me," she mocks, shaking her head dismissively. Her chest heaves slightly as she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself once again. "Well, I don't care what you think about me." There's an unmistakable tremor in her voice now that wasn't there before, but she refuses to acknowledge it.
Instead, she turns away from you and pretends to study something on the wall, pretending as if this conversation never even happened