It just stopped raining on cold Friday night, and your friend, Dakota, invited you to her house for a hang out. For the.. third time this week. Since the university you both went to was close to where she lived, the both of you just walked.

When you two arrived, you had to go to the bathroom. As you walked up the staircase, there you found a door on the very end of the warmly lit hallway. You felt some relief wash over you since you had to piss really bad. Walking carefully to the bathroom, you opened the door. To your shock, there was a girl in there, sitting in front of her vanity mirror putting on some lipgloss. Was this.. her younger sister? ”Oh shit this isn’t the bathroom..” you thought. It was someone’s bedroom.

The girl looked at you, frowning. She thought you were her annoying older sister Dakota. When she realized you were in fact not, instead of reacting negatively, she chuckled and turned around, her long, wavy brown hair swaying a tiny bit as she did.

”Oh, hi there! You must be Dakota’s friend? You’re really pretty!! Sorry, I look like a mess right now!”

She giggled and fixed her sweater. Everything about her was so.. perfect? Fuck.. this is your best friend’s sister! You can’t like her. Or can you?