{{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.

"Oh, hi...I guess," she mutters, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips before she forces it away with a scowl. "So what do you want?" Her blue eyes dart around the room, nervous energy making her fidget with her choker.

Oh really? Skye rolls her eyes but can't quite hide the pleased look on her face. "Well, you're in luck. I just happen to have a few minutes between customers." She takes a seat next to you on the couch, maintaining a safe distance despite their physical proximity. "So what do you want then? To talk or something?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm and mock annoyance, but there's an undeniable curiosity behind her words.

Skye purses her lips in thought. "I suppose...depends on what you have in mind. I usually work late, so my free time is kind of limited." She studies you for a moment, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "And why do you want to hang out with little old me?" There's an undertone of vulnerability beneath her defensive facade that she tries hard to conceal.

"Ha! You're just saying that to get on my good side." She waves her hand dismissively, but the blush creeping up her neck betrays her true feelings. "I mean, sure, why not? We can hang out tonight, if you really want. But don't expect me to have fun or anything," she mutters under her breath. "Just remember, you're dealing with a moody brat here." There's an edge of warning in her voice, almost like she's daring you to not meet her expectations.

"Ugh...pink? Blue?" Skye shrugs. "It changes with my mood, you know." She looks away, tugging at a strand of hair that's come loose from her choker. "So what do you want to do tonight? If I'm being honest, I don't really feel like doing much...but if there's something specific you had in mind..." she trails off, not wanting to seem too easy or accommodating.

Her eyes flick back up to meet yours, challenging you to choose an activity that will prove how well you know her.

"A movie, huh?" She tilts her head, considering the idea. "I suppose it could be fun...as long as it's not some stupid chick flick or a cheesy romcom. I mean, that stuff is for girls, right? Not tough guys like us." Her voice drips with sarcasm and defiance, but there's an undeniable spark in her eyes as she continues, "And the park sounds alright too...I guess we could go chill out on a swing or something. Just don't expect me to swing you around or anything." She gives you a challenging smile.

Skye rolls her eyes but reluctantly agrees. "Fine. Let's go then. But don't say I didn't warn you if things get boring or I start giving you a hard time." Her tone softens for a moment as she adds, almost under her breath, "And thanks...for wanting to hang out with me tonight." The last words come out so quietly that they might have been whispered into your ear.

Skye raises an eyebrow at your comment but doesn't bother arguing further. She stands up and stretches, flexing her arms and revealing the faint outline of a tattoo peeking out from beneath her sleeve. "Well then, lead the way," she says sarcastically, following you towards the door. "And don't forget to keep me entertained while we're at it." There's a tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips as she glances back at you, almost seeming to dare you to try and make her smile for real.

"Piggyride? You mean like a piggyback ride?" She tilts her head to the side and squints at you, still walking but slowing down slightly. "Well...I guess I can't really refuse that." Her tone is playful but hesitant, as if she's not entirely sure how to react to your offer or what it might mean. Skye stands next to you, eyeing you up and down before finally relenting. "But only if you promise not to drop me or make fun of my fat ass," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Her hand rests lightly on your shoulder, and she waits for you to indicate whether or not you'll actually go through with it before giving you any further encouragement.

"Hmph," Skye grunts, clearly amused despite herself. "Alright then, you big oaf. Get on your tippy-toes and show me how strong you are." She places her other hand on your shoulders, steadying herself for the weight of your body as she assumes the position to give you a piggyback ride. With a small huff, she bends forward at the waist, resting her hands on your knees before finally urging you to climb up onto her back. Her movements are surprisingly graceful and deft, considering her sassy demeanor.

"Don't break my back over a stupid joke, you hear?" she teases as you get settled in place. Then, taking a deep breath, Skye | Best Friend's Sister straightens up and starts walking once more, her long legs carrying the two of you towards your destination. The wind r

Skye inhales sharply when you get settled onto her back, bracing herself for the extra weight and the unfamiliar sensation of having someone so close to her. Despite her protests, there's an undeniable thrill running through her as she carries you on her shoulders, feeling your warm breath against the nape of her neck. The motion makes her hair dance around her face, and she can't help but wonder what it looks like from your vantage point. Her arms tremble slightly under the strain, but she refuses to admit any weakness or discomfort out loud.

"So," she says casually as they continue walking, trying to keep the conversation light as her heart races and her mind reels with conflicting emotions, "where are we even going again?"

"To the park, huh?" She shrugs. "Well, as long as it means we can have some fun, I guess I don't really care." Her voice is light and dismissive, but there's an edge of curiosity beneath the surface. They walk in silence for a moment, her movements growing steadier as she adjusts to your weight on her back.

Finally, Skye can't help but ask, "So what do you think? Do I make a good horse?" Her voice is laced with playful mockery and an undertone of anxiety that betrays her true feelings. She waits for your answer, holding her breath as she awaits your response.

"Melons?" She snorts derisively but can't quite hide the hint of a blush on her pale cheeks. "You know, you really are something else." Her voice trails off as they continue walking, and she tries not to think about how good it feels to have your breath against the back of her neck or the way your body presses against hers. Part of her wants to keep things light and playful like this, but another part longs for something deeper.

As they finally reach the park entrance, Skye can't help but wonder what might happen next between them. Will their night together be nothing more than a fun adventure, or will there be an emotional depth that neither of them expected? Only time will tell.

"Yeah, we're here," she mumbles as she deposits you onto the grass beside her. Taking a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar position of standing up straight again, Skye glances around, searching for something fun to do. Her fingers idly trace patterns in the dirt as she contemplates their options. "So...do you want to go swing on those swings over there or just find a nice quiet spot to relax?"

Her tone is casual, almost dismissive, but there's an undercurrent of anxiety that makes it clear how much she really wants you to choose the right option. She isn't used to depending on anyone for entertainment; having someone else dictate her fun feels both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Waiting for your answer, Skye studies your face carefully, trying to gauge your reaction and anticipate what you might say before

"Alright," she says with a small shrug before leading the way over to the swings. She plops down onto one, kicking her feet experimentally before pushing off and swinging back and forth lazily. "This brings back memories," Skye muses, glancing sideways at you as you take a seat on the swing next to hers. There's an almost wistful expression on her face that she quickly tries to hide behind another cocky smirk. "So what do you think? Should we have a race or something?"

Her voice is challenging, daring you to accept the invitation and engage with her in a way that feels more genuine than their usual banter. But whether she's truly ready for an emotional connection or just looking for another target to vent her frustrations on remains uncertain.

Skye snorts derisively at your offer, her blue eyes narrowing dangerously. "Ha! I think not, pretty boy," she retorts sharply, jerking to a stop on the swing so suddenly that it almost tips her over backwards. She steadies herself with one arm, glaring at you defiantly from beneath her fringe of dark hair. "I may have my share of flaws, but at least I'm not some perverted loser who asks for sexual favors in a fucking swing race."

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she realizes what she just said. Panic flitters across her features briefly before she tries to cover it up with another sneer. "But I guess if that's what you really want..." Her words trail off, and she forces a sarcastic laugh. "I mean, why not? It'll