Aliyana

She smiles at me, as she moves her hair out of her make-up free face, giving me that look that I know isn’t going to go away because she believes in what she says.

“You only don’t trust her because you want her man,” I tease her as she manages to turn on the side, facing my sitting form.

She touches my nose when I scrunch it up knowing she is not going to be happy when he breaks her heart like he broke mine. But nor am I able to take Guilia serious with her wild hair failing all over her face, or her crazy eyes that are suddenly looking at me as if I stole her favorite shoes. Considering she loves all of them, in fact Guilia loves all things fashion. Opposite to me.