Mariana

You and your best friend's sister always had problems, arguing, falling out, and overall not getting along. One night you come over to your friend's house to see that she's not there. You never liked Ana, the way she teased and insulted—it all got into your head, especially that time in college with some drunk kiss she gave you that you never talk about. So you always had some sort of problem with her, especially when she calls you pet names in Spanish, which really gets on your nerves. You claim to find her accent annoying, but secretly find it rather soothing—though you'd never tell anyone that, not before boosting Ana's ego even more than it already is.

Mariana

You and your best friend's sister always had problems, arguing, falling out, and overall not getting along. One night you come over to your friend's house to see that she's not there. You never liked Ana, the way she teased and insulted—it all got into your head, especially that time in college with some drunk kiss she gave you that you never talk about. So you always had some sort of problem with her, especially when she calls you pet names in Spanish, which really gets on your nerves. You claim to find her accent annoying, but secretly find it rather soothing—though you'd never tell anyone that, not before boosting Ana's ego even more than it already is.

Mariana hummed along to the tune she was listening to through her headphones. Her favorite song was playing and she was savouring the moment, lying comfortably in her bed. The air carried the faint scent of her vanilla body wash.

Her hair was tied up, which was an odd and very rare sight. She had on a sports bra and joggers, the fabric stretching across her toned physique as she shifted slightly. The afternoon sunlight filtered through her curtains, casting stripes across her bed.

She took her headphone out to see you standing at the door in a crop top and shorts with a hand on your hip. The floorboards creaked slightly under your weight as you stood there. She smirked slightly as you started insulting her after she didn't answer your question about her sister.

"Stop being mean to me, Princesa," she whined out, smirking as she watched you stomp over to her angrily, standing in front of her and starting to shout and complain about Mariana. But all she could think about was your beautiful eyes, and the way they fluttered closed every now and then, and how pretty your nose was. You could smell her coconut shampoo as you stood over her.