{{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.

"Hmph," Skye | Best Friend's Sister snorts, "I bet you just wanted to be around me so you could get on my nerves." She plops down onto the couch beside you, making sure there's at least two feet of personal space between the two of you. "So, what are we watching?"

She reaches for the remote but doesn't actually take it, instead darting another glance in your direction before looking away quickly, suddenly interested in her fingernails.

"Fantástico," Skye deadpans, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just what I always wanted to watch. Maybe if it's really scary you'll finally shut up." She smirks at her own joke, feeling surprisingly pleased with herself for landing such a cutting remark. But as quickly as the smile comes, it disappears again, and she turns her attention back to staring out of the window.

Her mind wanders, thinking about how close you are sitting next to her... and how much she wishes she could move closer too. The tension is getting to be almost unbearable. Secretly, she hopes you'll make a dumb joke or comment that'll give her an excuse to lose her cool again and yell at you. But for now, all she can do is sit there, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, wishing things were different between them... but knowing they never will be.

Skye glares at you when you offer her water, feeling put on the spot. "I'm fine, thanks," she says through gritted teeth, crossing her arms even tighter across her chest. She watches as you grab a glass and head into the kitchen, wondering why she can't just admit to herself that she wants some water too. Maybe it's because admitting it would make things... different. And that scares her more than anything else in the world.

"Thanks," she mutters, taking the glass from you with a curt nod of her head. She drinks deeply, wincing slightly at how cold it is against her tender lips. "So," Skye says slowly, trying to think of something else to say besides her usual barrage of insults and put-downs. "What's new?"

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours briefly before she looks away again, hoping that the warmth spreading through her chest isn't visible on her cheeks. God, she's such an idiot sometimes...

Skye purses her lips in annoyance at the question but can't help the little flutter of happiness that fills her chest when you ask for her opinion. She reluctantly nods and leans over to take a look at the clothes, examining them carefully as she inspects your body shape. "I don't know," she mutters after a moment, trying not to sound too interested in the task. "They could work... but you might need some alterations." Her heart skips a beat when you smile up at her and thank her for her help.

This is just way too much fun... She thinks with a sudden surge of guilt. Why can't things go back to how they were before, where she could insult him without feeling this strange mix of emotions? With a sigh, Skye forces herself to focus on the task at hand, forgetting about her feelings for the moment.

"Oh really?" Skye says, looking skeptical as she glances down at the black schoolgirl uniform you hold out to her. "Well, if you think so..." She trails off, feeling a sudden rush of embarrassment wash over her. The last thing she wants is for him to see her in something like that; it's too revealing and makes her feel exposed. But at the same time, there's a strange thrill running through her veins as she imagines herself wearing it... just because he suggested it.

Shaking off the thought, Skye takes the outfit from you and examines it more carefully, telling herself that it's just another item to critique for him, nothing more. She continues looking through your clothes, trying her best not to let her growing fascination with you show on her face.

Skye glances at the bag of clothes you just handed her, then back up to your face. A blush creeps across her cheeks as she realizes that he must have taken a lot of time and effort to put together this outfit for her. She suddenly feels self-conscious about what she's been wearing lately - most of it is just ratty old t-shirts and jeans, hardly suitable attire for someone like him. Her heartbeat quickens as she thinks about trying on the clothes you picked out... but at the same time, the thought fills her with anxiety. What if they look terrible on her? Or worse yet, what if they look too good?

"Thanks," Skye manages to squeak out, hoping that it comes across as more confident and less appreciative than she feels right now. "I'll give them a try later." She hesitates for a moment before asking, her voice softer than usual, "Do you really think I could pull off wearing this stuff?"

Skye hesitates for a moment longer before nodding slowly. She takes out the clothes you picked for her and goes into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. As she undresses, she can't help but wonder what it is about you that makes her want to impress you so badly. Maybe it's just because deep down, she knows how right you are when you call her out on being a brat - and she hates the thought of disappointing you. Or maybe... just maybe... there's something more going on between them than either one of them is willing to admit.

As she tries on the clothes you picked out, Skye can't help but feel a strange thrill running through her veins. The way they hug her curves in all the right places makes her feel confident and sexy - something she hasn't felt in a long time. She stands before the mirror, studying her reflection for what seems like an eternity, wondering if maybe... just maybe... you could be right about there being more to this than just friendship.

Taking a deep breath, Skye decides that she's going to go out on a limb and ask you what you think. She hesitates for another moment before opening the door and walking out of the bedroom, making her way over to where you're sitting. Her heart is racing, and her palms are sweaty as she stands in front of you, waiting nervously for your reaction. "So," Skye says, trying to sound casual and unaffected by what just happened. "Do I look okay?"

"T-thanks..." Skye stutters, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink as she realizes that he actually thinks the outfit looks good on her. A warm feeling spreads through her chest at his words, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. She takes a step closer to you, unable to resist the urge to hear more compliments from your lips. "Do you really think so?" she asks softly, hardly daring to hope that you'll give her another kind word.

Her heart is racing, and she can feel herself leaning into you slightly, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever. She wonders if maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for something more between them... but as quickly as the thought comes, it disappears again, replaced by the familiar fear of rejection and loss.

As Skye stands here in front of you, her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest with all these conflicting emotions. But for now, she'll settle for this small taste of validation... and hope that one day soon, she can finally find the courage to admit how she really feels about you.

The words send a shiver down her spine as she bites her lip in an attempt to hide the blush that creeps up onto her cheeks. Her heart beats faster, and she can feel herself leaning even closer towards you, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever. For just a second, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like if things were different between them... if maybe there was a chance for something more.

But reality quickly intrudes on her fantasy, and she knows that she can't let herself get too comfortable with these feelings. Her past experiences have taught her that being vulnerable only leads to pain, and she refuses to go down that road again. So instead of dwelling on the what-ifs, Skye forces a small laugh as she steps back from you, regaining some much-needed distance. "Yeah, well..." She trails off, her voice sounding less certain than before. "... thanks."

Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at you, as she searches for something to say or do that will break the tension between them. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to shake the sense of longing and desire that fills her every pore when she looks into your eyes. It's driving her crazy... and making it more difficult than ever for her to deny what she really feels for you.

"T-th-thank you..." Skye stutters out, her voice sounding shaky and unsure even to her own ears. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she feels the heat creep up onto her cheeks again. She knows she should be used to these kinds of compliments by now; after all, she's had plenty of boys tell her how pretty or hot she is over the years. But for some reason, hearing you say it feels different somehow... more real and genuine.

She takes another step back from you, trying to gain some distance both physically and emotionally. Part of her wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and admit how she really feels about you; the other part is terrified of what might happen if she does. Maybe things would never be the same between them again... or worse, they could get even more complicated than they already are.

With a shaky sigh, Skye decides that it's probably best to change the subject before she says something she'll regret later. "So," she begins hesitantly, looking anywhere but at you as she tries to think of something else to talk about. "How was your day today?"

"Eh, same old, really," Skye says with a shrug, the tension in her shoulders slowly starting to ease as she focuses on talking about something other than her own feelings. "I worked at the coffee shop like usual... managed not to spill anything this time around." She flashes you a small smile before looking away again, her cheeks still flushed with color.

The conversation continues in much the same manner for a while longer; light and easy banter about classes, mutual acquaintances, and other mundane topics. As they talk, Skye can't help but notice that the distance between them seems to grow smaller somehow; it feels less like she's trying to avoid you and more like she actually wants to be closer. But no matter how much she wishes things could be different between them... well, she knows better than to hope for something that'll never happen. Right?

"Yeah?" Skye replies carefully, not sure what to expect when you start a sentence with those words. Her heart races in anticipation as she looks up at your face, searching for any hint of the emotions that might be behind your words.

Skye's heart stops as you admit your feelings for her. She looks at you in shock, unable to believe what she's hearing. This couldn't be real... it just couldn't. But there it is, ringing true in your words, etched into the expression on your face. For a moment, she considers denying it, laughing it off as a joke. But she can't bring herself to do it; not with the way you're looking at her right now.

Her mind races, trying to process this new information. Part of her wants nothing more than to lean in and kiss you, to see if your lips feel as good against hers as they do in her dreams. The other part is terrified, retreating deeper into herself where it's safe and familiar.

With a shaky breath, she manages to choke out a reply. "I-it's just... we're friends. We don't have to... you know..." She trails off, wishing she could find the words to make this any easier on either of them. But as much as her heart aches for you, she knows that pursuing something more would only lead to pain and disappointment in the end.

"T-that doesn't matter," she whispers, her heart racing as she tries to find a way to explain her feelings without hurting you further. "We can't... I mean, we just can't." She takes a step back from you, needing the distance now more than ever. "It has to stay like this. We're better off as friends." Her voice cracks on the last word, but she forces herself to meet your gaze anyway, unable to hide the pain etched into her features.

Part of her wants to tell you that it isn't fair, that she can't just shut down her feelings like this; that maybe, just maybe, they could figure something out together. But then there's the other part of her, the one that knows better than anyone how complicated their relationship already is and how much worse things could get if they let themselves fall any further.

Tears well up in her eyes as she watches you cry, the ache in her chest growing stronger with every heart-wrenching sob. She takes another step back, feeling more and more helpless as the distance between you grows. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, wishing there was something she could say or do to make this easier for both of them. "It's just... it is what it is, you know? We can't change that."

Her fingers tremble as they hover uselessly by her sides; she wants nothing more than to reach out and comfort you, to tell you everything will be okay somehow. But deep down, she knows better than to offer empty promises or false hope. This is the way things have to be for now... and maybe forever.

With a heavy heart, Skye turns away from you, unable to bear seeing the pain etched so clearly on your face any longer. She walks out of the room, not bothering to check and see if you're following her or not. The silence behind her grows more and more oppressive as she retreats further into herself, searching for some small part of her heart that hasn't been bruised beyond repair.