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Daniela and Sophia had been stuck together since before they even understood what forever meant.
They knew each other like the back of their hands. And maybe, even literally too. They were fluent in each other's silent languages: every habits, every look, every tiny tell. It was like they had their own little world.
Sophia knew Daniela had this habit of asking way too many questions about everything-even the most random things. Not out of genuine curiosity, but because the mere thought of being left out gave her hives. She knew the exact way Daniela's dark curls would get twisted around a manicured finger whenever she was plotting something borderline illegal. On the other hand, Daniela knew Sophia had perfected that innocent head tilt that somehow made everyone forgive her the moment she got caught doing something questionable. And how the Filipina hated the smell of vanilla, yet somehow Daniela was always the exception.
So basically, they were soulmates. An inseparable one that is.
Their parents had been old college friends, so they were practically doomed to become best friends anyway. The universe hadn't even given them a choice.
If Daniela wasn't raiding the fridge in her own house, chances were she was already lounging in the Lafortezas' backyard, acting as the only but overly critical audience while Sophia rehearsed lines for a school play. And if Sophia didn't show up for dinner by six, her mother wouldn't even bother calling the police; she'd just send a text to the Latina's house, knowing Sophia had already been happily kidnapped for another spontaneous sleepover.
"Sophi, wait up!" Daniela squealed, her little legs moving as fast as they could.
Sophia had merely stuck out her tongue, a triumphant, gap-toothed grin on her face. "I got it first, Dani! Finders keepers, losers weepers!"
Daniela, barely ten years old with wild dark curls already turned into a tangled mess, chased after Sophia-who always carried herself with the smug authority of being a whole year older-right after they hopped off the school bus. Their bright, breathless giggling echoed through the quiet neighborhood until they finally collapsed into their designated sanctuary. Or, as Sophia liked to call it, their tagpuan.
The Lafortezas had this massive ancient mango tree that sat proudly in the soil, its thick branches spreading out like a canopy. Family lore claimed it had been standing since the Spanish era, planted by Sophia's great-great-grandfather under the romantic notion that a deep-rooted tree symbolized the family's eternal love for one another. Sophia, even as a child, thought the sentiment was incredibly weird. She couldn't comprehend how a literal fruit tree was supposed to be deep and poetic, especially when its primary function in her life was providing ammunition for neighborhood dirt fights.
Daniela finally skidded to a halt on the grass, hands firmly planted on her hips as she chest-heaved, trying to catch her breath. Her face was flushed, her uniform slightly rumpled, but even in her state of exhaustion, she knew she possessed the ultimate cheat code.
Sophia Laforteza was many things, but she was never immune to Daniela.
"Sophi? Mi amor?" Daniela smiled sweetly, the adorable dimple on her cheek flashing. "Give me back my Mik-Mik. Por favor?"
She batted her hazel eyes slowly, exactly the way her mother taught her whenever she wanted someone to give in.
And just like Daniela had expected, Sophia's triumphant smirk faltered. She pouted, rolling her eyes in a theatrical display of defeat before begrudgingly surrendering the stolen stash of powdered candy to her best friend.
"Palibhasa kasi alam mo kung paano ako kunin," she muttered under her breath, turning her head away to hide the fondness creeping into her features.
(Unfair. You know exactly how to win me over.)
"What was that, Sophia?" Daniela asked innocently, already tearing the corner of the packet with her teeth and happily inhaling the snack.
Sophia shook her head, a helpless grin breaking through. "Nothing! I said be careful, you're gonna choke yourself-"
Daniela's cheeks puffed instantly.
Sophia's eyes widened in horror. "See?! I literally just said-"
The younger girl began coughing violently, clutching the tiny packet of Mik-Mik like it had personally betrayed her. White powder dusted around her lips while Sophia burst into panicked laughter instead of helping immediately.
"Oh my God, Dani!" Sophia wheezed, half horrified and half amused. "You sound like my lolo's broken jukebox!"
Daniela coughed one last time, her eyes watering as she glared daggers. "You-" she gasped, wiping her mouth, "-are so mean!"
"But, hey! You're alive!" Sophia defended between laughs.
Daniela glared at her best friend for exactly two seconds before both girls dissolved into uncontrollable giggles. Sophia ended up falling backward onto the cool grass first, her momentum dragging Daniela down with her until they were lying side by side underneath the ancient mango tree. Their small shoulders pressed together, their shared warmth a familiar anchor as their laughter slowly faded into the quiet, rhythmic cadence of soft breaths.
Above them, the heavy leaves swayed lazily against the afternoon breeze, filtering the golden sunlight into uneven, dancing patterns across their faces.
Daniela turned her head slightly, her lips forming a prominent pout. "You almost killed me, Sophi. For real."
Sophia snorted, eyes closed against the glare of the sun. "Please. If anyone's dying in this friendship, it's because you inhale food like a literal vacuum cleaner."
"I do not!"
"You literally choked on powdered candy, cookie."
"That was one time!"
"It was literally thirty seconds ago. And you choke on it almost all the time."
Daniela groaned dramatically, covering her face with both hands in mock defeat while Sophia's melodic laughter rang out again. "You're so annoying, Sophi," she grumbled into her palms.
Sophia immediately stopped laughing the moment she noticed the obvious redness creeping across her best friend's face.
"Are you sulking now?"
Daniela peeked through the gaps of her fingers, adjusting her expression into the deepest, most manipulative pout she could muster. "You don't love me anymore, Sophi."
"You're so dramatic, cookie." Sophia rolled her eyes fondly, but the gravity of Daniela's puppy eyes was already pulling her in. She scooted closer across the grass, their sides flushing together. "Come here nga."
Daniela immediately turned away, crossing her arms stubbornly to maintain the illusion of being deeply upset. Sophia only smiled because they both knew the rules of this game.
Daniela didn't actually sulk because she was angry; she sulked because she craved the undivided, suffocating weight of Sophia's attention. She wanted to be pursued, to be coddled, to force her best friend to stop teasing her and yield. And like an obedient satellite orbiting its planet, Sophia always gave in.
"Come on, my Dani," Sophia murmured softly, her voice dropping into that quiet, intimate register meant only for the space between them. She nudged her shoulder against Daniela's. "Are you really still mad at me?"
"Very," Daniela answered, her chin tilting upward, though the corner of her mouth twitching gave her away.
"Grabe naman."
(You're impossible.)
Daniela only rolled her eyes harder, determined to prove she was still very upset at her best friend. Even if the Latina did not fully understand the language yet, she somehow knew what Sophia meant. The Filipina used that expression way too often around her.
Sophia watched her for a beat, her gaze softening into that suspiciously gentle, dangerously tender look that Daniela could never fight off. Then, without a word of warning, Sophia leaned across the small gap of grass and pressed a lingering, soft kiss right against Daniela's forehead.
"There," Sophia whispered against her skin, pulling back just enough to playfully poke the dimple on the younger girl's cheek. "Happy now?"
"Very!" Daniela beamed instantly, the faux-anger vanishing as a cheeky, triumphant grin split her face. She leaned in closer. "One more?"
"Na-ah! You're pushing your luck, cookie."
Daniela's lower lip jutted out again. "Maybe you only kissed me because you felt guilty. Not because you actually love me."
Sophia groaned loudly, throwing her head back onto the grass with a theatrical sigh. "I take it back. I should have let you choke on the Mik-Mik!"
Daniela laughed, loud and unbothered, before aggressively shifting her weight and dropping herself flat on top of Sophia's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around her neck in a human-koala hug. "You don't mean that," she mumbled proudly against Sophia's collarbone. "You love me too much."
Sophia rolled her eyes at the sky, her hands automatically finding Daniela's waist to keep her steady, hiding the helpless smile that threatened to take over her face.
"Unfortunately."
"You're stuck with me forever, Sophi!"
Sophia tightened her grip, looking out into the golden haze of the backyard. "Good."
She wasn't complaining. She never would.
———
Years blurred into college, their closeness stuck like the inevitable.
They went to the same university, though unfortunately ended up living in different dormitories, much to their dismay. Sophia entered college first, then a year later Daniela followed right behind her.
But again, they were inseparable. So naturally, the separate housing arrangements meant absolutely nothing.
Sophia practically lived in Daniela's dorm room, and Daniela did the same with hers, completely ignoring the collective, exhausted complaints of their respective roommates-and yes, complaints was heavily plural.
They almost got kicked out once after Daniela's landlady caught Sophia sneaking in at one in the morning with iced coffee and two cups of instant buldak carbonara ramen in hand like she paid rent there too. Sophia's landlord wasn't any better either after repeatedly finding Daniela passed out in Sophia's bed during random inspections.
Eventually, the two idiots learned how to strategically orchestrate their sleepovers around their roommates' exam schedules.
Then one night during Daniela's freshman year and Sophia's sophomore year, their usual late-night sleepover turned a little... unusual.
Sophia lounged carelessly on Daniela's bed with a book in her hand. She had been pretending to read the exact same paragraph for the past twenty minutes, her eyes entirely useless because they kept drifting over the top of the pages, drawn like a magnet toward the center of the room. Daniela, who had recently joined the university's official dance team, was practicing her routine in the tiny space beside her bed, moving along to some hip-hop beat playing from her phone speaker.
"You're staring, Sophi," Daniela teased the moment she caught Sophia's reflection through the mirror. Then, intentionally, the Latina rolled her hips a little slower, she had seen that move on TikTok earlier, specifically keeping it in Sophia's direct line of sight just to annoy the hell out of her best friend.
But instead of getting flustered, Sophia merely let out a low hum, her lips curving into a slow, dangerously confident smirk.
And honestly? That should've been Daniela's first warning sign.
Because over the last year, Sophia had inconveniently grown into this annoyingly attractive, effortlessly magnetic woman who flirted with literally anything that breathed in her direction. Cashiers gave her free extra shots of espresso. Professors let her slide on late assignments with a sigh. Random upperclassmen practically tripped over themselves trying to give her directions across campus. And one time, Daniela watched in sheer awe as Sophia literally flirted her way out of a hefty university library fine just by leaning against the counter and dropping her voice an octave.
Sophia Laforteza was a public menace.
Daniela usually didn't mind it-in fact, she found it hilarious. Except for some deeply irritating, unidentified reason, she found herself absolutely loathing it whenever that magnetic charm was directed at anyone who wasn't her. Which was stupid. Right?
"Can you blame me?" Sophia said lazily, closing the textbook with a soft thud and resting her chin in her palm. Her dark eyes hooded slightly as she tracked Daniela's silhouette. "You're distracting, cookie."
The nickname slipped out naturally. A name only Daniela's mother used to call her growing up. But Sophia had earned the privilege years ago. She's the best friend after all.
Before Daniela could formulate a comeback, Sophia suddenly reached forward and hooked her finger through Daniela's belt loop, tugging her down onto the bed with zero warning. Daniela squealed loudly, nearly falling face-first onto her best friend while the Filipina laughed victoriously, arms immediately wrapping around her waist.
"SOPHIA!" Daniela burst into giggles, her hands immediately coming down to plant against Sophia's shoulders to steady herself. She made a half-hearted attempt to pry herself loose, but her muscles weren't really cooperating.
Mainly because she didn't actually want to move. She had always been addicted to Sophia's warmth, to the absolute certainty of her safety whenever they were tangled together. And they were always like this.
Suspiciously affectionate for two people who swore they were just best friends.
But right now, the geometry of their bodies felt different. Daniela was sitting squarely on Sophia's thighs, her hips pressed flush against the older girl's lap. Sophia's hands rested comfortably, heavily, on the bare skin of Daniela's waist where her cropped shirt had ridden up.
Their faces were inches apart.
Close enough that Daniela could taste the ghost of the mint Sophia had been chewing and her skin that smells like a baby, close enough for Sophia to drown in Daniel's vanilla scent, close enough to feel the sharp, rapid intake of each other's breath.
Neither of them pulled back. The air in the tiny dorm room suddenly felt thick, charged with an unfamiliar... tension.
"Why don't you give me a kiss, baby," Sophia murmured jokingly, lips twitching into a grin. "So I can finally start studying again."
Daniela rolled her eyes affectionately like this wasn't a completely normal occurrence between them.
Which unfortunately, it was.
"God, you're so needy."
"Only for you," Sophia replied instantly, her thumbs tracing small, slow circles against Daniela's hips.
"Ew."
"Just kiss me already."
Laughing, Daniela leaned down and gave Sophia a quick peck on the lips. Barely five seconds before she pulled away again and stood up like nothing happened.
"Happy now?"
Sophia stared up at her dramatically, still reaching for Daniela. "That's all?"
Daniela giggled, rolling her eyes as she lightly shoved Sophia's face away with her palm. "You're such a flirt, Sophi. Seriously, if I wasn't straight and literally your best friend, I would fold ten times and give in. And maybe-maybe-I'd be shoving my tongue down your throat right now."
"Yeah, right," Sophia laughed it off smoothly, turning back to her textbook.
But beneath the mattress, out of Daniela's sight, Sophia's hand tightened into a hard fist. Her chest twisted, a familiar, deeply rooted ache flaring up in her ribs. She would never risk it. She would never let Daniela see the absolute wreckage she caused just by breathing. Never.
They were touchy. They had always been touchy, though the boundary-blurring was mostly driven by Daniela, and Sophia merely allowed herself to be consumed by it. If Sophia didn't reciprocate or lean into the physical contact, the younger would throw a dramatic tantrum until she got her way.
A casual hand resting on a thigh during movie nights? Arms slung possessively around waists in crowded hallways? Sitting on each other's laps or straddling each other on beds? To the rest of the world, it looked unusual for best friends to do that. To them, it was normal. Even the kisses on the lips had somehow been categorized as entirely normal.
Their unusual but totally normal dynamic had started back in high school. They were typical teenagers with raging hormones playing endless rounds of Truth or Dare during vacant hours. Whenever a classmate would mischievously dare someone to kiss a person they liked, panic would immediately spread across the room because nobody wanted to ever embarrass themselves. So to save each other's ass, they went casually volunteering to do quick cheek kisses to spare the other from mutual social humiliation.
But somewhere between loud house parties, stupid spin-the-bottle games, and years of being far too comfortable with each other, those casual cheek pecks had quietly evolved into playful, lingering lip-locking.
Lara, one of their closest friends, had been the first to call out the sheer absurdity of their boundaries. At a crowded college party semesters ago, a thoroughly drunk Lara had aggressively nudged an equally hazy Megan, pointing a trembling finger toward the backyard pool.
"Megs, tell me the truth. Am I hallucinating or is Daniela literally on top of Sophia right now, and are they... are they making out on the pool steps?"
Megan, whose eyes were heavy from too many red cups, squinted through the flashing neon lights, watched the two girls tangled together in the water for a long moment, and then nonchalantly shrugged. "What about it? They do that on a daily basis. What's new?"
Lara stared at her, utterly bewildered. "Well, damn. That's some best friends right there."
Every single time a mutual friend or a curious outsider gathered the courage to ask them what the hell was going on, they would both laugh it off, offering the exact same, well-rehearsed script:
"We're just best friends, it's totally normal for us."
Even Sophia's younger sister, Yoonchae, with her blunt, wide-eyed curiosity, had unfiltered questions during family dinners.
"Are you two girlfriends or what? Because you act exactly like the couples in my dramas."
Daniela had only flashed her signature dimpled smile, her sharp hazel eyes sparkling with pure mischief as she looked across the table. "Sí, mami, we're secretly married," she had teased in her lightly accented Spanish, dramatically grabbing Sophia's hand and pulling her into an exaggerated, passionate telenovela pose.
Sophia had played along smoothly, tossing her head back with a loud laugh. "Totally wives. Sorry, Yoonchae, there's absolutely no room for a third wheel in this household."
Then they'd laugh it off, the tension dissolving into their usual easy rhythm. Lara had once joked that if she didn't know them, she would probably bet her entire savings that they were something official. But Daniela had simply waved the comment off, slinging her arm around Sophia's waist with a blinding grin. "Besties forever, right, Sophi?"
And Sophia would always just nod, practically purring under the weight of her best friend's touch, even as she mentally buried every single shred of hope, longing, and desperate yearning six feet under the earth just to preserve the only version of Daniela she was allowed to keep.
Because what Daniela didn't know-what Daniela couldn't ever find out-was that Sophia had been completely, utterly undone by her. She was head over heels, drowning in her feelings, and had been for years. But risking the foundation of their entire lives for a confession? Absolutely not. Daniela was straight. She was her best friend. Sophia would honestly rather go bungee jumping off a cliff without a harness with her than risk losing her forever.
So, she settled.
She convinced herself that it was enough.
But the fragile ecosystem of their friendship completely shattered when Daniela got herself a boyfriend.
Or, as Sophia bitterly preferred to categorize him in her own head: the boytoy. His name was Jonah, some artsy, thrift-store-clad guy with a flashy, overly curated smile whom Daniela had met at a dance competition. He wasn't even a participant, he was just some guy in the crowd who had targeted Daniela the moment she stepped off the stage. (An accurate investigation, according to Sophia's extensive, multi-layered background checks featuring highly classified intel from Lara and Megan's social media sources.)
"He's so cute, right?" Daniela had gushed one afternoon, aggressively shoving her phone into Sophia's face to show off a gallery of couples' selfies.
Sophia had forced her facial muscles into a perfect, supportive grin, ignoring the violent, sickening twist in her stomach. "Yeah. Total catch, cookie. You two look really good together."
But inside? Tangina, why does this hurt so much? Sophia thought, watching Daniela light up in a way that used to be reserved only for her to see years ago. And now it's because of some guy who she just met.
Then their hangouts dried up.
Suddenly, Daniela's schedule was entirely consumed by Jonah. Sophia time was ruthlessly replaced by Jonah time. The lazy, spontaneous dinners, the midnight movie marathons, the quiet weekends spent doing absolutely nothing under the shadow of the mango tree-all of it vanished. At first, Sophia had tried to be the supportive best friend, tagging along once or twice. But standing beside them, she felt like a giant, awkward, suffocating third wheel, watching Jonah touch Daniela's waist in a way that made Sophia want to start a physical altercation.
Eventually, she stopped asking. Instead, she spent her Friday nights doom-scrolling through Daniela's Instagram stories, her chest hollowing out at the perfectly filtered photos of them looking like the blueprint of a happy college romance. Daniela still texted, still called to gush about outfit choices or to rant about her grueling dance practices, but the soul of it was gone. They were drifting, the steady anchor of their childhood slipping away into the fog.
Yet, like a pathetic, well-trained puppy, Sophia still lingered at the edges. She would show up at Daniela's dorm room with bags of her favorite fast-food takeout just to steal a few miserable hours of her time. But the conversations were a monolith; Daniela would talk about Jonah's art, Jonah's jokes, Jonah's upcoming exhibits, and Sophia would just sit there, keeping the bitter frown off her face while her heart quietly bled out on the floor.
She's taking me for granted, Sophia realized one night, staring blankly at the shadows on her ceiling. And I'm always just letting her.
Lara and Megan, possessing functioning eyes, noticed the pathetic shift immediately. (Who wouldn't? The Filipina spent her days wandering campus like a ghost whose haunting privileges had been revoked.) Acting as the aggressive, intervening friends they were, they barged into Sophia's dorm room one afternoon, completely ignoring her glare, and dragged the moping woman out into the sunlight under the guise of a coffee run.
But even at the café, Sophia was useless. She just stared into her matcha latte, looking like a kicked stray whose owner had abandoned them at a highway rest stop.
Lara rolled her eyes heavily, leaning across the wooden table, her voice dropping into a firm but soft tone. "Girl, you are literally killing yourself over this. Where the hell is our Sophia?"
"She's currently dead and decomposed," Sophia mumbled miserably into her straw. "Please take her back to her room so she can suffer in peace."
Megan snorted, shaking her plastic cup so the remaining ice clinked loudly. "It's honestly pathetic, Soph. It's like Dani has you on a literal leash, and you're just this obedient little pup waiting by the door. Your best friend got a boyfriend. It's not the end of the world."
"Well, funny thing is, that's exactly why she's depressed right now."
"Stop speaking in third person, it's really annoying," Lara pointed out, rolling her eyes. "Megan's right. Why don't you actually try living a little, Soph? Go out and date! Unleash that absolute beast inside you that used to terrify the upperclassmen a year ago!"
Megan nodded vigorously, stirring her latte. "Exactly! In case you forgot, bitch, you are hot as fuck. Remember that girl from Emily's party last week? She was literally eye-fucking you from across the kitchen. She was totally into you. Go for it!"
Sophia groaned loudly, covering her ears as if her friends were feeding her poison through words. But as much as she wanted to deny it, their words stuck to the walls of her mind. Maybe they were right. Maybe she needed to violently wrench her own heart out of Daniela's possession before she completely ruined herself. She would never admit that out loud to them, though-especially with the smug, insufferable smirks currently plastered across Lara and Megan's faces.
But everyone, including their mothers, knew Sophia Laforteza was weak to peer pressure when she was desperate. Anything to distract herself from the constant, low-humming ache of yearning.
That exact night, after her friends finally vacated her personal space, Sophia hesitantly downloaded a dating app Megan had aggressively recommended. Just filling out the basic biographical details exhausted her, but she forced herself through the process like a soldier executing a miserable order, desperate to prove a point to herself. Once the profile went live, she began swiping.
Nope nope nope swipe left, swipe left.
"How does this even work? God, I'm so rusty," she complained aloud to her empty room, her eyebrows furrowing into a deep scowl as the carousel of faces blurred past.
Of course she was rusty. She hadn't actually tried to court a human being in her entire post-pubescent life; she had spent her prime years focusing her entire emotional capacity on yearning for a straight Latina who thought they were married in a platonic way.
Eventually, her stupid ass figured out the algorithm. But the dating app itself was a disaster, forcing Megan and Lara to actively intervene a few days later, rolling their eyes as they snatched her phone away to curate a selection of matches for their hopelessly broken friend.
And thus, Sophia Laforteza entered her dating era.
A coffee date with a cute marketing major whom Lara had introduced. That ended up being an absolute horror story because just thirty minutes in, the girl tried to recruit Sophia into a multi-level marketing scheme for insurance. Then there were drinks with an architecture hottie who unexpectedly pulled out a charcoal sketchpad and started drawing Sophia's caricature portrait mid-conversation-which was deeply unsettling because who brings art supplies to a dimly lit, sticky-floored nightclub? Finally, there was a picnic with Megan's third cousin (neither Sophia nor Megan were entirely clear on the exact lineage), who turned out to be the most tolerable of the bunch and undeniably attractive.
It was fun, Sophia had to admit to herself as she walked back to her dorm after the third date. For the first time in months, she felt a fleeting sense of control, a temporary blanket of distraction. But sometimes the thought would still gnaw her. Would keep her spacing out in the middle of their dates. Would halt her steps every time she saw something that would remind Sophia of her.
None of them were Daniela.
———
Daniela was never used to being an afterthought.
Maybe it was because she was an only child, accustomed to a world where her parents' attention orbited entirely around her, but that same absolute devotion had always extended to her best friend. Not totally in the same parental way, of course, because Sophia was the first person Daniela had ever actively claimed as hers and hers alone. Mind you, she hadn't been aware of the complex concept of possessiveness when they first met as kids, but the primitive instinct to fence off her favorite human had always been there.
For as long as she could remember, she had been the undisputed gravitational center of Sophia Laforteza's universe. So, when she noticed that the steady distance between them began to stretch, she started to feel a hollow, twisting ache in her chest that she absolutely could not explain.
At first, it was subtle. She didn't mind that her best friend would smoothly decline her casual invitations to third-wheel with Jonah; she didn't throw a tantrum over the occasionally missed calls or the uncharacteristically vague text messages. Sophia was in her junior year; her courses were grueling, her schedule constantly packed.
It was fine.
It was temporary.
But then the polite rejections shifted from occasional to frustratingly frequent. Sophia was systematically declining every single hang-out, filtering Daniela out of her daily routine with surgical precision.
And the absolute last straw arrived on a rainy evening. Daniela had been mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when Sophia's icon popped up at the top of her feed. She tapped it, expecting a random meme or perhaps a picture of a newly discovered iced matcha latte around the campus. Instead, she was hit with a fifteen-second video clip. The background was a dimly lit, neon-soaked club, the bass vibrating heavily through the audio. And there was her best friend, looking breathtakingly, infuriatingly beautiful and handsome at the same damn time, her sharp jawline catching the strobe lights as she giggled softly, leaning in close while a gorgeous woman whispered something directly into her ear.
Daniela's left eye literally twitched.
Since when did her best friend start going to clubs and going on dates without her knowing? Since when was there a life Sophia lived that Daniela wasn't the center of?
With her jaw clenched, she tapped the keyboard, her fingers hitting the poor screen with unnecessary force.
[dani]
who's that, sophi?
new friend of urs?
[sophi]
nah, she's my date.
u know how it is ;)
Huh.
Daniela stared at the blinking cursor, a cold, heavy weight settling at the bottom of her stomach. Sophia was keeping their conversation casual... and Daniela absolutely loathed it. It was too detached for her liking, a violent departure from the version of Sophia she owned. She was used to Sophia's paragraph-long replies, the chaotic late-night brainrots that either deeply annoyed her or made her smile against her will. She was not used to just an emoji and a vague shrug.
More importantly, she was used to Sophia's eyes being entirely, exclusively fixed on her. She had spent a decade basking in that undivided attention, secure in the knowledge that she was the absolute sun to Sophia's satellite. She had never had to worry about sharing her best friend with anyone other than Lara and Megan, and even then, there were boundaries. But this? This felt like an eviction.
My best friend is mine, she thought, a dark, primal hint of possessiveness clawing at her ribs, though she would rather swallow glass than admit that out loud.
Oh, wait. She had admitted it once.
Back in high school, when some cheerleader from Daniela's own dance team had tried to flirt with Sophia after a game, Daniela had deliberately stepped between them, flashing a sweet, razor-sharp smile as she made it fundamentally clear to the poor girl that she had absolutely zero chance with the Filipina.
But this was different. A strange, disorienting confusion bubbled just beneath Daniela's skin, making her throat feel dry. Straight girls didn't get this violently jealous over their best friend's dating life. Right? It was just platonic protectiveness. Right? Right.
So, Daniela did what she always did when reality became inconvenient: she ignored it. She ignored the suffocating distance, the subtle shift in their rhythm, and Sophia's subsequent Instagram stories. But when Sophia posted yet another picture at a scenic viewpoint-and it wasn't a different woman anymore, but the exact same girl from the club-Daniela's restraint completely shattered.
She had tried to be the mature, supportive best friend. She really, truly had. But she couldn't take the displacement anymore.
With a sharp, irritated exhale, she ruthlessly exited Instagram, completely ignoring three consecutive unread messages from Jonah, who was currently begging for her attention.
She didn't care about Jonah right now.
She needed her anchor back.
[dani]
hey sophi :)
come to my studio?
i'm practicing a new routine
and i badly need your expert opinion
pretty please?
Daniela was confident. Perhaps dangerously, hubristically so. But she knew the architecture of Sophia's mind better than anyone else. She knew the exact location of the soft, yielding spot the Filipina kept exclusively for her. Sophia could say no to the rest of the world, but she could never, ever resist Daniela.
As if on cue, her phone screen illuminated against the hardwood floor. Daniela smirked, a wave of profound, smug relief washing over her as she read the reply.
[sophi]
on my way, cookie <3
Daniela's studio was her absolute sanctuary.
It was a cozy, spacious converted storage facility tucked behind her family's main estate. The moment her parents had realized that her toddler tantrums subsided only when music was playing-discovering her innate, raw talent for dance when she was barely two years old-they had immediately constructed a private dance haven for her.
The walls were lined with seamless, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, the floors were highly polished, pristine hardwood, and state-of-the-art speakers were strategically bracketed into the corners. For the ultimate ambiance, Daniela had a meticulously strung red-tinted LED strips around the perimeters of the mirrors, a stylistic choice that lent the studio a heavy, sultry, almost cinematic vibe even in the dead of daylight.
Sophia arrived exactly ten minutes later, leaning casually against the heavy doorframe. But the moment Daniela looked up, her breath hitched. Sophia wasn't wearing her usual oversized university hoodies or casual sweatpants like she always used to. Instead, she was dressed in a high-waisted black trousers paired with a cropped white shirt that left a teasing sliver of her toned tummy entirely exposed to the air. A heavy leather jacket was slung effortlessly over one shoulder, a black baseball cap casting a shadow over her eyes, while her long, ink-black hair cascaded straight over one shoulder.
She looked devastatingly hot.
Sophia crossed her arms, her dark eyes tracking Daniela's form. "Hey. Missed me, cookie? I thought you were far too busy playing house with lover boy."
Daniela met her best friend's intense gaze through the reflection of the glass. She was currently in the center of the floor, executing a deep hamstring stretch, already clad in her tight, form-fitting black rider shorts that clung to the curve of her thighs like a second skin. Her black Calvin Klein sports bra left her flat, athletic abdomen completely bare, and her wild curls were loosely gathered back into a messy, high ponytail.
She rolled her eyes, but a playful, familiar smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, flashing that deep, manipulative dimple. "Please. As if I need him when I have you as my official, highly critical dance critic?"
"Alright," Sophia chuckled, the sound low, and entirely too attractive as she fully stepped into the room. She pulled a random, worn wooden stool into the center of the space and plopped down onto it, a broad grin splitting her face. "Show me what you got, superstar."
Daniela's hazel eyes darkened with sudden, fierce determination. Oh, I'll show you.
"Judge all you want, Sophi," Daniela challenged, sauntering backward toward her phone. "But if you like my new choreography, you're buying me dinner."
"Unfair," Sophia shot back, her voice dripping with fondness. "You know I always like everything you dance."
And just like that, the heavy, suffocating frost of the past few weeks dissolved. They fell right back into their old, effortless rhythm, as if the distance had been nothing more than a bad dream. It was as if Daniela's boyfriend and Sophia's mysterious dates didn't exist outside the walls of this room.
"Work it, girl! Own that dance floor!" Sophia cheered dramatically, clapping her hands.
Daniela rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to suppress the massive smile threatening to ruin her composure. "Shut up, Sophia, or I will literally drag you out here and make you join me."
"No, you won't!"
"Oh, I will! Just wait!"
They were right in the middle of their bickering when a sharp, rhythmic buzzing cut through the air. Sophia's phone was vibrating violently in her pocket. The older girl pulled it out, her eyes skimming the screen, and instantly, a soft, incredibly gentle smile broke across her face. Daniela, who had been watching her intently through the mirror, froze. She felt the sudden, distinct shift in Sophia's energy, and it felt like a physical blow to her chest.
"Hey, cookie, give me a sec. I gotta take this real quick." Sophia turned her back, walking a few paces away to answer the call, her voice immediately dropping into a tone that was horrifyingly affectionate. "Hey! Yeah, I'm still at my best friend's place... No, it won't be long at all. I'll be there soon. See you!"
Daniela stood completely still, her chest heaving as she openly eavesdropped. A date. Again. That violent, sickening twist in her gut returned, sharper and more vicious than before.
She was ditching her. After Daniela had specifically begged her to come here (no she didn't). Sophia was going to leave her behind for some random girl?
No. Absolutely not.
Daniela's possessiveness, fueled by a sudden, volatile cocktail of adrenaline and unidentified jealousy, flared to life. She wasn't letting Sophia slip away that easily. Not today.
With a determined, predatory glint in her hazel eyes, Daniela sauntered over to the main light switch. With a single, heavy flick, the harsh overhead fluorescent lights died instantly. The room plunged into near-darkness, illuminated only by the crimson LED strips around the mirrors. The red light glowed like dying embers, casting long, heavy shadows across the polished wood and painting everything in a hazy, intimate crimson. The very air in the studio thickened, turning heavy and electric.
Sophia hung up the phone, turning around with a confused frown. "What the-Dani? Did Tia forget to pay the electricity bill again?"
Daniela didn't offer a syllable in response. She swiftly connected her phone to the Bluetooth speakers and hit play. She wasn't going to waste another second of Sophia's attention.
Without warning, the heavy, deeply sultry beat of Chris Brown's Under the Influence detonated through the room, the low, subterranean bass thumping against their ribcages like a collective heartbeat. The Latina's body responded with pure, unadulterated instinct. Her hips swayed with a fluid, heavy gravity as she stepped directly into the center of the crimson light, her gaze entirely locked onto Sophia's reflection.
Fuckin' Robitussin
I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah
"Oh, we're starting right now?-" Sophia began, her voice trailing off into a breathless gasp.
Daniela didn't let her finish. Her body moved with a slow, agonizingly deliberate sensuality, her bare feet gliding silently across the cool hardwood. She dropped low, her knees bending as she arched her back, her hips rolling in a heavy, hypnotic grind against the air. Her dark curls bounced around her shoulders as she rolled her torso upward, her hands trailing slowly up the smooth skin of her sides, her fingertips brushing the exposed underside of her chest against the tight sports bra. She executed a sharp, fluid spin, facing the Filipina fully, her hazel eyes piercing through the crimson dimness-seductive, mocking, and entirely challenging.
Thought you could just leave? Watch this.
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh, yeah
Bring it over to my place
Daniela arched her spine with feline flexibility, sliding down to the floor in a seamless, devastating drop. Her legs spread wide against the polished wood before snapping shut with dangerous precision. She flipped onto her stomach, crawling forward on all fours toward the stool-predatory, slow, her rhythmic breaths perfectly syncing with the heavy bass.
Sophia sat completely paralyzed. The phone slipped from her limp fingers, clattering uselessly against the stool as her eyes locked onto Daniela's form.
Holy shit, Sophia thought, her throat going entirely dry, her thighs pressing together with sudden, tight instinct. This wasn't just a routine. This was an eviction notice to her sanity. Daniela was performing entirely, exclusively for her.
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
Daniela rose to her feet with fluid grace, immediately circling Sophia like a panther tracking its prey. Her body undulated to the rhythm, her shoulders rolling heavily as her hips circled in tight, agonizing figure-eights. She paused directly behind Sophia's chair, leaning down until her hot breath ghosted across the sensitive nape of Sophia's neck, before pulling back with a teasing, torturous sway.
In that fractions-of-a-second proximity, Sophia's senses were completely overwhelmed as she caught the warm, intoxicating drift of a very familiar vanilla body mist. It was the exact scent Sophia claimed to loathe on anyone else, yet on the soft skin of her best friend, it had quietly devolved into her absolute favorite scent in the world.
The crimson light caught the fine sheen of sweat starting to glisten along Daniela's collarbone. She dropped into a deep, heavy squat directly in front of Sophia, her thighs flexing as she bounced lightly to the beat, mimicking a motion so explicitly raw it made Sophia's pulse ignite.
"Fuck, Daniela," Sophia murmured, voice husky, unable to look away.
The call? Forgotten. Her date? Who was she again?
Daniela smirked, intimately sensing the absolute shift in the room's gravity. She had her right back where she belonged.
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
She straightened her spine, sauntering even closer until she was standing directly between Sophia's parted knees. Her hands roamed her own body with brazen confidence, her fingertips skimming down her inner thighs before traveling back up to toy lazily with the tight hem of her black shorts. She turned around, giving Sophia an unhindered, devastating view of her hips as she bent forward, popping her weight to the heavy beat-slow, hypnotic, and entirely intoxicating.
Then, bold as hell, Daniela reached back and grabbed Sophia's hand. "Sit," she commanded, her voice dropping into a low, heavily accented command as she pulled Sophia backward, ensuring she was firmly seated against the worn chair in the center of the crimson glare.
Sophia resisted for a fraction of a second, a nervous, breathless laugh bubbling up in her throat. "Dani, what are you-? This is insane."
But her body was a traitor. She sank into the seat, and in one smooth, unhurried motion, Daniela climbed over her, straddling Sophia's lap completely. The heavy music pulsed violently around them, the red light bathing their flushed faces in a sinful glow.
I can make it hurricane on it
Hunnid bands, make it rain on it
Tie it up, put a chain on it
Make you tattoo my name on it, oh
Daniela hovered over her, not quite allowing their skin to fully touch yet, her knees securely bracketing Sophia's outer thighs. "You were leaving," Daniela whispered, her hazel eyes locked onto Sophia's dark ones, her dimple flashing with wicked triumph. "I thought I'd give you a real reason to stay."
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she lowered her weight. Her core brushed directly against Sophia's lap-a fleeting, friction-filled graze through their clothes, but it felt like a localized lightning strike.
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's GoPro and make a video, yeah
Sophia's hands twitched violently at her sides, fighting every single self-preserving instinct that told her to keep her distance. God, Daniela felt so soft, so warm, so impossibly perfect against her. But they couldn't... could they?
"This is... your new routine?" Sophia teased, her voice visibly strained, trying desperately to maintain the illusion of their platonic best-friend dynamic. Her hands finally rose, settling heavily on Daniela's hips. Light at first, before her thumbs dug firmly into the soft, bare skin just above the waistband of her shorts.
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's GoPro and make a video
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In response to the touch, Daniela slowly rolled her hips, grinding down against Sophia's lap with a heavy, fluid friction that extracted a sharp, ragged gasp straight from Sophia's lungs.
"Mierda, Sophi..." Daniela whispered, leaning down until their faces were a breath apart. "You like judging my dancing, right? Judge this."
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh, yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like
The intensity of the performance escalated.
Daniela leaned forward fully, her chest nearly pressing flush against Sophia's white shirt as she arched her upper body backward. She reached up, pulling the tie from her hair and letting her wild, dark curls cascade down in a heavy curtain around them. She rode the heavy bass, her clothed core grinding firmly against Sophia's thigh through the thin fabric of her trousers, a localized forest fire of heat building rapidly between them.
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
Sophia's ironclad resistance snapped. Who the hell was she kidding? She was utterly, fundamentally powerless against Daniela Avanzini. Her grip around Daniela's waist tightened, her fingers digging in deep as she ruthlessly pulled the Latina's hips flush against her own.
"You're playing with fire, you know that?" Sophia growled, a dark, hungry edge slipping into her tone, the casual, flirty charm completely melting away into raw, unfiltered desire.
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
Daniela let out a soft, breathless laugh, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Sophia's earlobe. "Then watch me burn, mi amor."
She nipped teasingly at the soft skin of the earlobe, provoking an internal war inside the older girl, before pulling back to grind harder, her hips moving in slow, agonizing circles across the older's lap.
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
The sexual tension coiled between them until the air felt ready to combust. Sophia's cock-wait, no, Sophia was all woman, but the ache between her legs mirrored the throb.
I could flip her right now, Sophia thought, a dangerous, dark fantasy taking over her mind as she cursed herself. I could pin her down on this hardwood floor and teach her a lesson. Take control. Show her exactly what she's been missing. But Daniela... Daniela was straight. This was just her being a spoiled, possessive best friend who hated sharing her toys. Right?
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh, yeah
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
But across from her, Daniela was feeling the exact same gravitational pull-and a terrifying wave of confusion. Why does this feel so right? she thought, her breath ragged. Her hands on my bare skin... I should stop this. I should stand up. But I don't want to. Daniela reached up, cupping Sophia's sharp face in her palms, her thumbs gently stroking across her cheeks. She leaned in closer, tilting her head until their lips were hovering mere millimeters apart, their shared warmth mingling in the dark.
The song slowly faded out, leaving only the heavy, echoing hum of their breathing in the quiet studio. Sophia's dark eyes blown wide, her body leaning forward, entirely prepared to close the final millimeter and kiss her best friend-
Then, the shrill, violent ringtone of Sophia's phone exploded from the wooden stool.
The trance shattered instantly. Daniela froze, a flash of pure, unadulterated frustration rippling through her hazel eyes.
Sophia blinked, the fog of lust clearing just enough for her to register reality. She pulled back slightly, her hands dropping from Daniela's waist. "Shit... it's my date."
"Ignore it," Daniela snapped, her voice tight, her fingers tightening against Sophia's jaw.
But Sophia hesitated, the heavy weight of reality settling back into her shoulders. She reached over and grabbed the phone. "I can't, cookie. I promised her. You know how it is." She cleared her throat, forcing her voice to steady as she accepted the call. "Hey, yeah... sorry, just running a bit late over here. I'll be there in ten minutes, tops."
Hanging up, Sophia stood up, gently but firmly easing Daniela off her lap. The lingering heat in the room instantly turned thick, heavy, and deeply awkward.
Daniela crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling to hide the sudden, sharp sting of rejection. "Fine. Go play with your date." Her tone was sharp, dripping with venom, but underneath the anger? She was hurt. Deeply, profoundly hurt.
Sophia let out a soft, nervous chuckle, instantly attempting to diffuse the suffocating gravity with her usual humor. "Jealous much, best friend?" she teased, offering a weak grin to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, your new routine was an absolute five stars. You definitely earned that free dinner from me."
Sophia stepped closer, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss right against Daniela's forehead-like she always does to apologize, soothe, and coddle her best friend.
"Catch you later, cookie!"
Then, she turned and exited the studio, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind her.
Daniela stood frozen in the center of the room, her heart hammering against her ribs in an erratic, uneven rhythm. That forehead kiss was their platonic anchor. It was supposed to make everything okay. But why did it feel entirely different now? Why did it feel like a betrayal? A strange, terrifying warmth spread through her chest, insisting on being noticed.
What the hell is happening to me?
The red LED lights continued to glow around the empty, silent studio. But the unresolved tension? It remained suspended in the crimson air, heavy and undeniable, pulling them both toward a cliff they were no longer sure they could avoid.