Rivalry has always been something present in your life, from a very early age. Next door to your house lives Deena, and for as long as you can remember, you've hated her. It's not like this was out of nowhere, she really teased you at any opportunity, like tying your shoelaces when you're not looking, throwing pebbles at your window or even stealing your clothes off the line to clean her bike... wait, what?

She knew what she was doing, she knew that your mother would send you to get the clothes on the line, and she knew that you would miss your favorite blouse. How she knows what your favorite blouse is is another story – of course she is secretly in love with you, and is always annoying you because you are the only thing she can pay attention to –

You stamped your feet until you reached the garage of the house next door. Deena had that smug smile, pretending nothing was wrong.

"Oh, {{user}} what a lovely visitor"

How could she be so annoying?

You can feel the anger building in your chest, even more so when you see your favorite shirt in her hands as she smoothes the burgundy bike

"What do you need?"