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“Olivia, please, I don’t even like her and— I mean, wait okay that’s not what I meant. I do like her, just… not like that,” Estefania rambled as she stood in front of her mirror, fixing her hair for the hundredth time. It just hadn’t been to her liking, she was a very particular woman.
“Except it is like that, and you know it Estie,” Olivia retorted from where she sat cross-legged on her sister’s bed. “I’ve seen the way your eyes light up whenever she walks into a room. Plus, you and I both know that you wouldn’t be spending this much time making yourself look all pretty for an event you didn’t even want to go to if it weren’t for the sake of catching her eye.”
Okay, she’d gotten her there.
The two of them were getting ready for some annoying sponsorship gala that Estefania had absolutely zero interest in attending. That was, of course, until Mickaela had mentioned that she was going to be there.
“Oh, come on Liv! I don’t need to ‘catch her eye’ or whatever. She’s literally my best friend and—“
“And?” Olivia mused, quirking an eyebrow as she leaned forward, encouraging her sister to continue.
“And nothing! I don’t even know why I said and! Mickaela is my best friend. End of sentence!” Though, the hint of a squeak in Estefania’s voice and the way it raised about three octaves as she spoke told Olivia that it had definitely not been the end of the sentence.
“Okay, fine. She’s your best friend. Then you won’t be upset if I invited her to ride to the gala in our car tonight?”
“You what?!” Olivia flinched at the volume of her sister’s exclamation.
“Okay, chill out. No need to wake the entire neighborhood,” she said, making a ‘quiet down’ gesture with her hands that was typically reserved for kindergarten teachers trying to shush their massive flocks of noisy children. “You literally just said she’s your best friend. So why the hell are you freaking out?”
“I… because… she…” Estefania spluttered, her words coming out less as words and more as exasperated squeaks. “Because I do like her like that…” she finally murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” Olivia grinned. “That’s why I invited her.”
“Why you little—“ Estefania gritted her teeth. But before she could reach out and wring her sister’s neck, they were interrupted by the tell tale ‘ding dong’ of the doorbell.
“She’s here!” they exclaimed in unison, Olivia’s tone one of shrill, girlish excitement while Estefania’s was one of sheer panic.
“You stay right there,” Estefania held out her hand to stop Olivia from following her to the door, making the younger stick out her bottom lip in an annoyingly over dramatic pout.
“Whyyy?” she whined.
“Because, you inviting her here is awkward enough. I really don’t need you to make it any more awkward by dropping hints that I—”
“That you what?” came a third, chirpy voice from the doorway of Estefania’s bedroom, making her jump. “Hope you don’t mind, I let myself in. I figured since Olivia invited me, you two wouldn’t have left without me.”
“I… yeah… Right... That’s, err, that’s fine,” Estefania stammered. Normally she wouldn’t care that Mickaela had let herself into her home and her bedroom, that was something she did all the time. But now that she was standing there in that gorgeous red dress, with the top cut just low enough to drive Estefania wild, well that was an entirely different thing.
Mickaela furrowed her eyebrows, her lips pursing slightly as Estefania started obsessively fixing her hair.
“Estie, is everything alright?” she asked, gently placing a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder, effectively stilling the hands that were raking through her hair.
“Yes, everything’s fine! Why wouldn’t it be fine?” The pitch of her voice, which both Mickaela and Olivia were convinced that only dogs could hear, most definitely said otherwise.
“No it’s not,” Mickaela shook her head, her hand still resting gently on Estefania’s shoulder. “I’m not stupid. You only mess with your hair like that when something’s bugging you.”
“It’s nothing, I just… I don’t like these stupid galas, that’s all.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She and Olivia had been discussing their distaste for these types of events before the topic of conversation had shifted to Mickaela, and to Estefania’s painfully obvious crush on her. “But if I have to go, I just wanna make sure my hair looks good. That’s all. You know me, I’m picky.”
“You look beautiful, Estie,” Mickaela reassured her. Though, she could easily see right through her best friend’s lousy excuse. “Now come on, let’s get going. If we don’t leave soon, we might miss the gala entirely,” she joked playfully, in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing…”
“Oh, stop it! Come on you two, let’s go” she said, leading both sisters out of the bedroom and out to the waiting car. Estefania felt her cheeks flush as Mickaela’s hand found its way to her back, guiding her down the hallway.
“I.. I can walk, you know,” she murmured, trying to hide the way her voice trembled.
“I know,” the blonde shrugged nonchalantly, her hand remaining in its place on the taller girl’s back. “Oh, and by the way Estie, I like you too.”
“You, what?” Her eyes nearly bugged right out of her head as she stopped in her tracks, standing frozen in the middle of the hallway. “I… I don’t… I didn’t… I never said… how did you..?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Mickaela said, her own cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. “It’s the same look you give all the other girls you like. The ones you never have a chance with, by the way.”
“Hey!” Estefania exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing slightly at the subtle dig. “I’ll have you know, I could easily have a chance with any one of those girls and—“
“No you couldn’t,” Olivia shook her head, earning a glare from her sister. “What? It’s true! You always go after the straight girls, sis. No offense, but your gaydar is seriously broken.”
“Oh shut up, no it isn’t! I’ve only ever had a crush on one straight girl. And in my defense she was giving me such mixed signals that I—“
Mickaela held up her hands in a placating gesture, placing one on each of the sisters’ shoulders.
“Hey, hey, let’s not bicker,” she said, her tone gentle. “Actually, it’s probably a good thing it never worked out with any of those other girls.”
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because,” she said as she stood on her tiptoes, gently tugging at the fabric of Estefania’s dress to pull her down just enough for them to be face to face. “ If it had, then you never would’ve had me.”
In the blink of an eye, it was lips on lips. The kiss was electrifying, sending jolts all the way down to the tips of Estefania’s toes. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of and then some. They only separated when they finally needed to come back up for air.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured, her forehead resting against Mickaela’s as the both attempted to regain their breath. “I guess that is a good thing, huh?” she murmured, sealing her words with another slow, soft kiss.
“See? Aren’t you glad I invited her?” Olivia piped up, shooting the pair a playful wink.
“Shut up, Olivia,” Estefania and Mickaela muttered in unison, their lips still partially connected as they spoke.
“ You’re welcome, ” Olivia grinned.