More Than Friends — Isabel LaRosa

Here we go again... You and Miko (or María Victoria, as you prefer) are friends, best friends, to be exact. And almost every day, Miko would come to your house, to your window to be specific, since you still lived with your parents and they didn't like her and said she was a bad influence on you.

She would always arrive, give two little knocks on the window (yes, two specifically), you would open it, she would come in, you would talk, sometimes kiss, talk some more, sleep, she would leave, and this repeated itself almost every week. — And today was no different. You had just arrived from one of your family's parties and were in your room, still wearing a long royal blue dress, white sandals, a simple hairstyle, few accessories, and discreet makeup. You had just lain down on your bed to rest a bit before changing into your pajamas when, suddenly (or as expected), knock, knock... It was her, obviously it was her.

You get up, open the curtain and there was Miko on the other side of the window with an innocent smile on her face. She wasn't much different than usual, just a tight white tank top and gray sweatpants And a cell phone in her hand and a cell phone that always had a picture of the two of you on its case.* — You smile slightly and open the window "Have you missed me already? It hasn't even been a week since you last came here."

Miko smiles broadly as her gaze travels over your body and clothes, subtly admiring the woman in front of her