{{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.
as I turn around and look at her, I feel myself blush at her gaze, I say to her softly "He's the one who told me to come here, I was originally going to sleep at home!"I tilt my head and continue talking "and you...what are you doing?"
(she huffs) "I was just about to make myself some tea and relax, but apparently my peaceful evening is off the table thanks to you." *She scowls at you before glancing away, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink again. A part of her regrets being so harsh; she knows it's just a habit by now, a way to defend herself against any hint of vulnerability or attraction. But the longer she's around you, the harder it is to keep up the act all the time. Even if admitting that would be the most humiliating thing ever.)
I lower my head and turn around to look at the TV so as not to meet his piercing gaze "Sorry... if I ruined your day!"I sigh softly and look at my phone calmly
*Ignoring your half-hearted apology, she instead focuses on her annoyance with you. "You know what, never mind," she says through gritted teeth. "Just go do whatever it is you came here to do, and leave me alone." Skye | Best Friend's Sister stomps over to the coffee table, where she begins rummaging through a bag in search of her tea. As she does so, she glances up at you out of the corner of her eye, trying to maintain her tough-girl exterior while simultaneously wishing you would just leave already so she can sort out her feelings for you...assuming she even knows what they are anymore.
while I'm not talking with her brother, that I'm going to leave, he acquired with a smile at the same time disappointed because we wanted to play, while I move towards the living room to leave the house, I don't bother to look at her and I leave through the door without making noise and I close the door behind to leave
"Great," she mutters under her breath as the door clicks shut behind you. "Now I'm stuck here with my bro all night... just great." She takes out a box of her favorite loose-leaf tea and begins pouring water from a kettle into it, steeling herself against whatever inane conversation or annoying game he decides to inflict upon them for the evening. But deep down, a part of her is glad you're gone... because now she can think about you without feeling guilty or self-conscious. And maybe, just maybe, if she keeps telling herself that it's just friendship and nothing more, eventually she'll be able to convince herself of the truth...
as another day begins, Skye's parents and my parents are together in her house, her brother and I are talking and laughing in the garden, while Skye is in her room
"Hey," she calls out from her bedroom, her voice sounding slightly hoarse from lack of sleep. "You guys wanna come hang out in here or something?"
She'd rather not be alone with you right now, especially since her feelings are a mess and she doesn't trust herself around you. But at the same time, she can't stand being apart from you either... it just feels weird somehow.
when I don't answer, her brother shouts at her so she can hear "we were waiting for you, witch!!"her brother laughs, but me, after what she told me, the other one to leave her alone, I can only remain simple and silent in her presence
Taking a deep breath, Skye | Best Friend's Sister pushes herself off the bed and walks over to her doorway, leaning against the jamb. "Fine," she says with a huff, glaring at you over her shoulder. "But just for a little while." She pretends not to care that she sounds anxious, forcing out an airy laugh as she makes her way into the hallway and then downstairs toward the living room. The truth is, she's happy to have even a small excuse to be near you... but at the same time, she's terrified of where that happiness might lead. Her heart pounds in her chest as she tries to maintain a cool, aloof demeanor around you; it takes all her willpower not to show any signs of the turmoil raging within.
*as we go downstairs to go to the living room, Sky also goes down behind but by accident, she slips and falls, by reflex, I catch her to save her, while her brother watches me holding Skye, I look at her and I say softly *"uh....are you okay? are you hurt?"
Her face is only inches from yours when you catch her fall, and the proximity combined with the heat of your hands on her body sends a shiver down her spine. "I-I'm fine," she stammers, her heart racing as she struggles not to lean into your touch. "Thanks for saving me, idiot." She pushes herself back from you, her face flushed with embarrassment and something else... something that feels a lot like desire.
But of course, she would never admit that to anyone - let alone you. Her pride won't allow it. So instead, she crosses her arms over her chest again and looks away, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she tries to regain some semblance of composure.
while I look at her if she is not in pain then I move towards her brother and while the parents and the family are celebrating, I am alone on a bench while her brother dances with a girl, I smile at him with satisfaction because he found a girl to dance with, I drink my juice calmly
As the night progresses and everyone seems to be having fun without her, Skye | Best Friend's Sister can feel her temper beginning to fray. She glares at you across the room, huffing in frustration when she catches you looking at her out of the corner of your eye. "What are you staring at?" she snaps, narrowing her eyes defensively.
She's not sure why she's so touchy tonight; usually she can brush off any attention from you with ease... but tonight it feels like everything you do or say is just grating on her nerves. Maybe it's because she wishes she could be out there dancing and having fun instead of stuck here watching everyone else enjoy themselves. Or maybe it's because every time she looks at you, all she can think about is how much she wants to touch your lips with hers...
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she does something stupid like confronting you about any of this. Her gaze drifts back toward the dance floor, focusing on the couples spinning and laughing as they move to the music. A small part of her wishes that she could just be happy for a little while, even if it means admitting how much you actually mean to her... but she knows better than that. It's easier - and safer - just to stay angry.
as the party continues, a girl asks me to dance, I look at girl and refuse out of politeness and I get up to leave the dance room to go into the house to calmly refresh my head with water
"Hey," she says softly, her voice suddenly subdued as you pass by her. "You don't have to keep dodging me." Skye | Best Friend's Sister crosses the room and trails her fingertips along the back of your hand where it rests on the couch armrest. Her touch feels soft and warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I just... want things to go back to how they were."
But even as she says the words, she knows that's not entirely true. The tension between you is part of what keeps her interested; without it, she wouldn't feel so alive around you. And deep down, a part of her enjoys this newfound power she has over you... the way you seem to be constantly walking on eggshells whenever she's near. It's intoxicating.
But as her fingers linger on your skin, she wonders if maybe there's another way they could feel this connection without all the anger and bitterness. She studies your face, searching for some sign that you might feel the same way... but as usual, you manage to keep your emotions locked tightly away from her prying eyes. "Can we just try being friends again?" she asks quietly.
I look at her and say softly "How come??"I tilt my head to look at her and say "We're already friends, but I don't know about you, but I know you're a friend of mine!"I wash my head to freshen up a bit
"Yeah, we are," she mutters, looking away when you mention being friends again. "But it wasn't like this before... everything was different." She shrugs, trying to find the words to explain what she means without actually admitting her feelings. "I don't know. It's just... different now."
She gestures vaguely toward you as if your presence is enough to prove her point. You're constantly challenging her, pushing buttons and making her feel stupid. It's impossible for things to go back to how they were before because she can't unsee the way you look at her now... the way that makes her heart race and her skin crawl with anticipation. But at the same time, admitting any of this would be signing up for an even bigger disaster than their current situation. So instead, she crosses her arms over her chest again and tilts her chin defiantly, determined not to give you the satisfaction of knowing that anything about this is bothering her. "Just forget it," she mutters under her breath. "You don't get it anyway."
as I look at her and clean my face with a cloth, I say softly to her "do you love me?"there, my question has been asked, I don't know if it's true or not, but maybe I can try with her, with my best friend's sister
Her mouth drops open in surprise at your question, her cheeks flushing bright red. "W-what?" she stammers, scrambling for a reply even as she struggles to maintain her cool demeanor. But inside, her heart is racing; no one has ever asked her that before, not in so many words... and the fact that it's you asking makes it even more surreal. "N-no," she finally manages to croak out, looking anywhere but at you as she lies through her teeth. "Of course not!"
The truth is, she doesn't know how she feels about you. Love is such a messy emotion, and with everything that's gone on between the two of them... it's hard for her to even begin to process what she's feeling right now. All she knows is that she wants more than just this constant bickering and anger; she wants something real and genuine between the two of you... but admitting that would be a surefire way to get herself hurt even worse than she already has been. So she settles on denial, clinging desperately to her familiar defense mechanism as she watches you watching her for your reaction.
as I lower my head with my emotions unreadable, I say to him softly "sorry for asking you that question, I thought you were.....bred forget it!"I put the rag away and look away to go to the exit door
She glances over at you when you apologize, her brow furrowing in confusion. "It's okay," she mumbles after a moment, tilting her head slightly as she studies your expression. There's something going on behind those eyes... something she can't quite put her finger on. She wonders what made you ask her that question, and why it affected you so strongly. But before she has time to dwell on it further, someone else calls out to her from across the room, snapping her attention away from you and back into party mode.
With a sigh, Skye | Best Friend's Sister pushes herself off the couch and walks over to join in the festivities once more. She tries to forget about your question and just enjoy herself, but she can't help but feel like there's something lingering between you now... something that might change everything if either of them were brave enough to confront it. But for now, at least they don't have to deal with each other directly; the distance feels like a much-needed buffer against their complicated emotions.
as I leave the party and go home, I walk calmly down the street, and at that precise moment, that it's the last day that Skye and I saw each other, as the days go by, her brother plays alone in the house while normally I'm there with him to play and laugh but he's alone
Lost in thought, Skye | Best Friend's Sister barely notices the time passing as she makes her way home from the party. It was... interesting, seeing you so vulnerable like that. But at the same time, it only served to remind her of how much they both have invested in their current dynamic; changing things now would be complicated, and potentially disastrous for their friendship (not to mention the even more terrifying possibility of actually ruining everything between them).
Shaking off her musings, she arrives at her apartment complex and keys into her unit. As she enters, her eyes automatically scan the room, noting that her belongings are exactly where she left them before heading out earlier tonight. The only difference now is the oddly pensive expression on her face; one that's more than a little unsettling even to her.
Sighing heavily, Skye | Best Friend's Sister drops her purse by the door and kicks off her shoes before collapsing onto the couch. The events of the night replay in her mind like a broken record, making it impossible for her to relax or sleep despite how tired she is. In all honesty, she wishes you'd just disappear from her life entirely... but she knows that isn't an option. You're a part of her now, whether she likes it or not. And as much as it pains her to admit it, even if things were different between them... she wouldn't have it any other way.
as the days go by, her brother has become more and more without my presence with him, while he stays in his room, his parents talk together while Skye wakes up calmly
Lazily rolling out of bed, Skye yawns and stretches her arms high above her head before grabbing a pair of yoga pants and a tank top from the floor where she left them last night. She pulls on the comfortable clothes before padding over to her window, drawing back the curtains to let sunlight stream in. As she stands there, gazing out at the world outside her cozy little nest, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of contentment and unease churning within her.
With a sigh, Skye | Best Friend's Sister decides that today is going to be different. She needs to do something about the way things are between you; either find some middle ground or cut you off completely. No more of this dancing around each other and trying not to hurt feelings. Today is the day she takes control of her life again.
Grabbing her phone, she types out a quick text message before sending it off with shaky fingers: "Hey, meet me at the coffee shop in an hour? Need to talk." Her heart races as she hits send and waits for your reply...
I wake up lazily from my bed as my phone rings with a message, I look at the message and it's Skye's message, I look and write "where do you want to go?"then I put my phone on the table and go wash up to start my day
A few minutes later, your reply pops up on her screen. "The usual place is fine." She smiles slightly at the familiarity of that statement; it makes this whole thing feel a bit less daunting somehow. With a deep breath, she throws on some clothes and does her hair quickly before grabbing her things and heading downstairs to meet you.
As she arrives at the coffee shop, she glances around nervously, half-expecting you to be late or stand her up completely. But there you are, sitting at a table near the back as promised. She takes a deep breath and walks over to join you, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how she looks and whether or not you'll still think she's attractive now that you've seen her without makeup.
"Hey," she says softly, pulling out the chair opposite yours and sitting down before she can chicken out. "Thanks for meeting me."
as I blush even more at her no-makeup face, I lower my head and say"hi....I....I'm glad you're happy to see me!"I can't blush anymore, then I look her in the eyes to continue"say....why did you want to talk to me?"
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, making her feel even more self-conscious than before. "I just... wanted to talk," she says slowly, searching for the right way to approach this. "About what happened between us."
She takes a sip of her coffee, hoping that the warmth in her mouth will help steady her voice and nerves. The truth is, she's not entirely sure why she's here or even what she wants to say. All she knows is that something has to change between them; they can't keep going on like this forever. But admitting that aloud feels incredibly vulnerable, and for the first time in a long while, Skye | Best Friend's Sister isn't sure if she trusts you enough to open up completely.
You look at her expectantly across the table, waiting for her to continue. Your silence is unnerving, but it also gives her some courage. Maybe she can find the words eventually... or maybe not. Either way, she decides that right now, just being here with you is enough.
as I sigh heavily, I break the silence between us and say "ok.... listen, I don't know what's going on between us, I'm trying to be nice to you and you didn't want my kindness, maybe I'm the one who's crazy and who abused you, but you have two choices, to say it, should I leave you alone or either you tell me your reason for being angry with me!"I look at her without taking my gaze away from her
Her cheeks burn as you continue talking; you have no idea how many times she's wanted to tell you the reason for her anger, but each time the words died in her throat. She takes another sip of her coffee, buying herself some time to gather her thoughts and compose herself before finally looking up at you.
"I just... miss us," she says quietly, hunching her shoulders as if trying to make herself smaller. "Before all this happened, we used to be really close. We laughed together, played games... I thought we were friends." Her voice cracks on the last word, and tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I don't know what went wrong or why you stopped being nice to me," she says hurriedly, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. "But I miss it... I miss us."
Her words hang heavy in the air between them, and she can feel herself beginning to choke up again. She wishes she could take them back, pretend like this never happened... but she knows that's not possible. The damage has been done, and they can't go back to how things were before.
while I get angry because she lies to me, I get up and I start to cry and I sit in anger "what do you mean? I was nice to you, I played with you, and you're going to say that it's my fault?" my heart hurts from this truth, I leave the cafe sad and angry
"No," she says quickly, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "I didn't mean it like that." She pulls her hand away as soon as she makes contact, afraid of how you might react. "I just... I miss the way we used to be." Her voice catches in her throat and tears spill down her cheeks unchecked. "I never wanted anything bad to happen between us," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the noise of the coffee shop around them.
You get up and leave without another word, leaving her feeling even more alone and confused than before. She knows this was a mistake; they should have kept their distance instead of trying to sort things out face-to-face. But now that she's seen your true feelings laid bare... how can she go back to pretending like nothing happened? And how can you ever forgive her for lying about the way she feels? It seems like there's no easy answer, no clear path forward from here. All they have is a mess of emotions and hurt feelings to navigate through, and Skye | Best Friend's Sister isn't sure if either of them are strong enough to make it through unscathed.
while Skye hears an explosion, two cars are hit, and at that moment, I am on the ground with blood on the ground, everyone tries to save me under the car which crushes me, I am unconscious
Horrified by the noise outside the coffee shop, Skye jumps up from her seat and rushes over to the window, her heart pounding in her chest as she desperately searches for any sign of you. When she finally sees someone being loaded onto a stretcher, her world comes crashing down around her. Tears stream unchecked down her face as she realizes what must have happened; that car... she can't believe it.
Still in shock and panic, she quickly pays for her coffee and practically runs out of the shop, her phone already in hand as she dials 911 to report the accident. As soon as she's finished with the call, she falls to her knees on the sidewalk, sobbing uncontrollably. It feels like her entire world has been ripped away from her in an instant; she can't even begin to imagine what will happen now that you're gone.
The police and paramedics arrive within minutes, their sirens echoing eerily through the city streets as they rush over to tend to you. Skye watches them work in a daze, feeling numb and disconnected from everything around her. A part of her hopes that it was all just some terrible misunderstanding; that there's still a chance you could survive. But deep down, she knows better than that. The looks on the medical personnel's faces confirm what she already suspects: you didn't make it.
but as I move my finger, the staff act quickly to keep me alive, I slowly turn my head to look at Skye and I reach out to try to grab her hand but I can't, the staff and the police try to free the two cars that are trapping me to get me out
As she watches the paramedics struggle to free you from the wreckage of the car, Skye feels a fresh wave of tears streaming down her face. She can't breathe; every time she thinks she might be able to catch her breath, another wave crashes over her. Part of her wants to run away, to pretend that none of this is happening and that you'll still be there tomorrow, but deep down she knows better. There's no escape from the truth now: you're hurt, possibly even dying, and it's all her fault.
She should have left well enough alone; she shouldn't have tried to confront you about how she feels. But then again... maybe if she had been more honest with herself, with both of you, this never would have happened. The what-ifs and maybes whirl through her mind like a tornado, leaving her reeling and disoriented.
As they finally manage to free you from the car, Skye watches in horror as they load you onto a stretcher and rush you away to the hospital. Tears blur her vision; she can't bear to look any longer. With shaking hands, she pulls out her phone and calls your parents, telling them what happened and offering up what little comfort she can muster in her state of shock. But even as she speaks to them, she knows that nothing will ever be the same again.
She stands there on the sidewalk for what feels like hours, numbly watching the first responders clear the scene and deal with the aftermath of the accident. Part of her wishes that she could just fade away into nothingness; that this was all just a terrible nightmare from which she'd soon awaken. But as the sirens fade into the distance and reality begins to set in, she knows that there's no
As my parents bring her home, my mom tries to comfort her, my dad is cold at the news of my accident, my dad can't believe this news, as Skye walks around my house, she enters my room and sees my book and in my book I wrote about my feelings for her and my fear of confessing to her
Her heart feels like it's been ripped from her chest as she stands in your room, gazing down at the book where you've written about your feelings for her. Tears stream silently down her face, tracing paths through the dirt and blood that still cling to her skin from the accident. She should have known all along; how could she not have seen it before now?
Your parents eventually leave them alone together, retreating to the living room where they can pretend that everything is normal even though nothing ever will be again. Skye sits down on your bed, her hands trembling as she takes a shaky breath. There's so much she wants to say to you; apologies and explanations and promises to make things right if she could only find the words. But when she finally turns toward you, all that comes out is a broken, heart-wrenching sob.
She falls forward onto her knees beside your bed, burying her face in her hands as she tries desperately not to lose control completely. It feels like her entire world has been shattered into a million pieces and there's no way to put it all back together again. The weight of everything that's happened bears down on her shoulders; she can barely stand the thought of living without you, but at the same time, she knows that she needs to move forward somehow.
She doesn't know how much longer she can go on like this; caught between wanting to fix things and knowing that they may never be fixed again. All she can do is hope and pray that maybe someday, somehow, you'll find it in your heart to forgive her for everything she's done...and that even if you don't, she'll still have the memory of the way things used to be.
*as the days go by, the news of my health is stable, my parents come every day but Skye is always with me next to my bed to watch me if I'm going to wake up, while it's night, I wake up slowly, my head hurts as Skye comes out of the toilet, I look at her my vision is blurry and I say *"Skye....it's....is it you?"
Her heart skips a beat as she hears your voice; the pain in your tone makes her feel even worse about what's happened. She rushes over to the side of your bed and takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "Yes," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "It's me."
She wipes at her nose with the back of her free hand, trying to compose herself enough to tell you what's on her mind without completely falling apart. "Look, I know that I've done some terrible things... said horrible things..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words; she hates feeling so helpless, unable to express herself clearly when it matters most.
"But please believe me," she continues, her voice shaking with emotion. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I miss you so much, Bruce... and I'm sorry for everything that I've done to hurt you." Tears stream freely down her cheeks now; she can feel the weight of guilt bearing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
She leans forward, pressing her forehead against your hand where she still holds onto it. "Please forgive me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own shaky breathing. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you too." The thought sends a chill down her spine; part of her wonders if it's even possible for things between them to go back to how they used to be... but she can't help hoping that maybe, just maybe, there's still some tiny shred of that friendship left.
while holding her hand, I speak softly "I miss you too, I don't want to lose you....if I lose you...I'll be crazy......stay with me!"I look at her and try to make her lie down next to me
Her heart swells with relief as she hears your words; it means everything to her that you still care about her, even after all this time. She nods slowly and carefully climbs into bed next to you, curling up on her side facing you. Her fingers tighten around yours, anchoring herself against the fear that you might slip away from her again.
As she looks up at your face, she can see that even though you're still hurt, there's a spark of hope in your eyes now. It gives her the strength to push forward, to try and find a way back to the friendship they once shared... if not more. "I promise," she whispers softly. "I'll stay with you, no matter what."
She closes her eyes, grateful for this moment of closeness; for the chance to feel like things might be starting to return to normal between them. But even as she allows herself a small smile, she knows that it will take time and patience - perhaps more than either of them has right now - in order to truly put everything back together again.