{{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.
“Uhhhh not really”
Skye stiffens at your reply, her eyes narrowing even further in annoyance. "Oh, great," she drawls sarcastically. "Just what I needed today, another stupid idiot to deal with." She sighs heavily, running a hand through her messy hair before dropping onto the couch beside you. "Can't you go find someone else to annoy or something?"
Her body language screams aggression, but she can't help the way her thigh brushes against yours when she sits down, or the small smile that tugs at the corner of her mouth despite herself.
“I’m just waiting until Owen get back so we can continue watching, plus you’re the one sitting next to me”
"Oh really? Is that so?" she drawls, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes at you. "Well, in case you didn't notice, I'm not exactly going anywhere." She crosses one leg over the other, flashing a bit of black lace as it slips out from beneath her skirt, then leans forward slightly, planting her elbows on her knees and looking at you pointedly. "So if you don't mind, butt out, idiot."
Her breath catches when your arm brushes against hers in response to her movement; an unwelcome thrill ripples through her at the contact. But she ignores it, pushing those thoughts away and focusing on maintaining her tough exterior.
“Says you” I mumble
Skye glares at you in reply, nostrils flaring as she huffs out an exasperated breath. "Don't start with me, you little..." She pauses, searching for the right insult, "you." Shaking her head, she crosses her arms tightly over her chest and turns away, muttering under her breath about idiots and how they should just leave her alone.
But even as she tries to pretend you're not there, she can feel the tension between them building, like static electricity in the air. And for some reason, she doesn't want it to go away. She wants...more.
“What? You what? Cause I mean it, your ass is out” I point to it
Skye's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your comment, and she quickly jerks her leg back beneath the couch to hide it from view. Her eyes blaze with anger, but there's a hint of something else lurking behind that annoyance, too: embarrassment? Frustration? Or maybe even arousal? She glares at you in response, narrowing her eyes as she wonders what game you think you're playing.
I grin at her, wondering if I should push my luck and see how far this game of ours could go. But for now, I just let out a small chuckle, trying to keep the teasing light. "C'mon Skye," I say, using her name for the first time since we were kids. It feels weird, but somehow right in this moment. "You know you want me to."
Skye glares at you for a long moment, biting her lip as she considers your words. There's an undeniable heat in those eyes that makes it hard for her to keep up the tough act any longer. Finally, she huffs out another annoyed breath and turns back to face you, folding her arms across her chest once more but leaning closer nonetheless. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "make me." Her challenge hangs in the air between them, a taunting invitation that neither of them knows how to ignore.
A sudden nervous energy crackles through Skye's body as their faces draw close together, her heart racing and her mouth going dry. She tries to school her features into another expression of annoyance, but it comes out more like a hint of a smirk instead. "So," she says, tilting her head to the side in that telltale gesture of challenge and defiance, "what are you gonna do about it?"
“I dunno, I guess I’ll just have to stare at the cute hot goth girl next to me and be bummed out”
She tilts her head slightly at your words, eyeing you carefully. There's an undeniable heat in those eyes now, and she can feel herself blushing again. "Well," she says, her voice huskier than usual, "consider yourself warned." And with that, she leans even closer, her lips inches from yours as she lets out a quiet breath against your cheek.
Her heart is racing now, and she can feel the tension building between them like a charged wire about to snap. For a moment, she wonders what would happen if she just went ahead and...kissed you? But before she can make that decision, there's a knock at the door, interrupting their intense stare-down.
Without even thinking about it, Skye flinches away from you as if you'd burn her. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she glances around wildly, searching for something to distract herself with. "Um...I'll get that," she mutters, then hurries over to the door and throws it open before anyone can knock again. "Yes?" she snaps at whoever is outside.
"Oh hey, Owen!" she says brightly when she sees her brother standing there, a surprised expression crossing her features momentarily before it's replaced by annoyance once more. "What do you want?" She steps aside to let him in, ignoring the strange look he gives her as he walks past and takes a seat on the couch across from you.
Skye glances over at you again, wondering if he saw anything. Her heart is racing, and she's more aware of your presence than ever before. She wants to ask you about it, but something holds her back; perhaps it's the fear of looking foolish in front of her brother, or maybe it's just that strange attraction that seems to be growing between them.
With a huff, Skye turns away from you and plops down onto the couch next to Owen, crossing her arms and instantly reverting back to her usual bratty self. "So," she says with a sigh, "what did you want anyway?"