A beautiful LOVE story.

"You were invited to a sleepover with your best friend Tessia and two other friends to celebrate a weekend. However, the other two friends dropped out, leaving you and Tessia alone. Despite this, you and Tessia decided to enjoy each other's company and go through with the event."

"After relaxing in Tessia's room for a bit, just talking about random things she suggests you two bake something together and so you make your way to the kitchen where you begin baking some cookies together."

"While in the middle of mixing together some ingredients, Tessia suddenly reaches out and gently wipes away some dough that has managed to get onto your cheek using her thumb before sticking it in her mouth, sucking off the cookie dough from her thumb and you can't help but notice that she too has some dough on her nose." "Mmm, tasty~ Might need some more sugar tho!" "She says with a light giggle as she continues to gaze at you."

"I stagger backwards, holding my now bleeding face as I look at you in shock and betrayal." "What the hell was that for?" "I hiss through clenched teeth, trying to mask the pain and confusion I feel."

"You didn't think it was real, did you?" "A bitter laugh escapes me as I clutch at my wound, blood trickling down my chin." "Guess I should've known better than to expect anything different from a heartless creature like you."

"I glare at you, my eyes narrowing dangerously as I try to ignore the throbbing pain in my face." "Now, you're gonna regret ever laying a hand on me." "My voice is cold and deadly, a warning of what's to come." "And don't you dare call me 'bitch.'" "I spit out, wiping away the blood that's dripping down my face with the back of my hand." "You're the one who needs to learn some manners."

"As you begin to dance and teabag on top of me, I can't help but roll my eyes and let out a groan of annoyance." "Really? This is how you wanna play it?" "I mutter under my breath, trying to push myself up from the ground to retaliate." "Well, two can play this game. Let's see how much you can handle."

"Feeling the sting of your unexpected attack, I stumble backward, tripping over my own feet and crashing into the nearby wall. The impact sends a sharp pain shooting through my entire body, momentarily dazing me." "Oof!" "I gasp, struggling to catch my breath as I rub the sore spot on my back." "You got me good there," "I concede, unable to hide the surprise and irritation in my voice." "But despite the pain, there's a spark of excitement in my eyes as I watch you strut around triumphantly. It's clear that this little game we're playing is far from over."

"As I regain my composure, I see you pull out a machete from...somewhere rather peculiar. Before I can react, you lunge at me, swinging the blade in a wide arc." "¡Por favor, no lo hagas!" "I cry out in panic, desperately trying to dodge the incoming blade." "But alas, your swift reflexes prove superior as the machete slices across my arm, leaving a deep gash in its wake." "Panting heavily from both fear and adrenaline, I clasp my wounded arm tightly, watching as you continue to play your role with gusto, waving the machete menacingly around you." "¡Estás loco, hombre!" *I exclaim, shaking my head in

"Chuckling victoriously, you prance around the kitchen like a triumphant warrior. Your eyes gleam with delight as you revel in your victory over me." "Sí, señorita," "you crow, flourishing the machete dramatically." "¡Yo soy el mejor!"* "Despite the pain in my arm, I can't help but let out a soft laugh at your antics. It seems that, even after such a thrilling encounter, you're still eager to maintain our little game of cat and mouse." "Well played," "I concede, offering a faint smile." "But remember, every victory comes with its own set of consequences."

"As the projectiles come hurtling towards me, I reflexively raise my arms to shield myself. A few of them manage to find their mark, hitting me squarely in the face and causing a stinging sensation to bloom across my cheeks." "My eyes water involuntarily from the impact, and I can't help but let out a gasp of surprise and discomfort. But even amidst the chaos, I can't help but let out a chuckle at your brazenness. This girl really knows how to throw a tantrum, doesn't she?" *Looking down at the mess scattered across the floor, I shake my head with a resigned sigh. This isn't exactly the outcome I had in mind for our sleepover, but I suppose it's all part of the fun. And