Kayzee

Pairings: Daniela Avanzini x Female Reader

Wherein: Y/n's a big fat yearner while Daniela's dense and confused. And for some reason, the songs on the radio always matches what they're currently feeling.

Word Count: 6k

a/n: This is my first time writing a fic so please bear with me if there are any grammatical error.

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A typical college student’s routine typically consists of waking up, getting dressed, attending classes, and going straight home. However, Y/n’s routine just has a few steps added into it.

As you walk towards your car, shoulders heavy with the weight of your bag and the failed quiz paper you’d just crumpled and shoved inside, your phone buzzes with a familiar tone. One you specifically set for a certain person, so you know if you can just ignore the call or not.

“Hey! Are your classes done already?” The voice rings out as you get into the driver’s seat. “Just finished. What’s up?” You ask casually, turning the car engine on as it hums to life.

You look around for a bit, adjusting your glasses as you wait for the caller to answer. Cars were slowly driving out of the school campus one by one. 

“Break time’s almost near, are you going to come over?” 

You look down at your watch flashing the numbers 5:30 pm with a white neon color. Usually around this time, you would stop by a boba tea shop and order 6 drinks for take out, driving to a familiar studio afterwards.

“Dani, you act like I don’t visit you and the girls in the studio almost everyday.” You can hear her giggle at the other end of the line, making your heart melt just a little. After being friends with Daniela for so long, you’ve forgotten when her laugh started to make your heart beat faster instead of it sounding funnier than the joke itself.

You place your phone in the center console and connect it to the speaker, so you could easily talk to her while driving out of your university’s parking lot. “What, can’t a girl miss her best friend?” You accidentally hit on the brakes while backing up, the car suddenly coming to a stop making you jerk backwards to your seat a little.

Daniela Avanzini has always been clear about her sexuality—not just to her fans, but also to you. She’s also been supportive of you ever since you came out to her back in high school because she started noticing your little crush on one of her cheerleader friends. 

Similarly, you’ve never had an issue with her sexuality. That was until you started to develop feelings for her during your last year of high school before she auditioned for Dream Academy.

Hearing her call you her best friend had painfully brought you back to the reality that you’re just a college student who fell in love with her annoyingly gorgeous and talented friend.

“I-I. . . Yeah, okay that makes sense,” you forced out a response. “Hey, I’m about to drive. I’ll call you back later,” you say as you begin to drive out of the campus.

“Okay Y/n. Drive safe, I love you!” Daniela says as she ends the call. It was normal for friends to say I love you to each other. What wasn’t normal was the rate at which your heart was beating after hearing her last sentence.

You’re fully aware that she meant it platonically. You just can’t help but hope that one day, she can say it to you romantically.

You switch on the radio, a soft synth flowing through the speakers. You’re not familiar with the song, so you look at the screen and immediately scoff at the title.

Now playing: Damn I Wish I was your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins

-    -     -

The guard on duty at the studio sees a familiar car coming towards the gate. After confirming it was you, he gives you a quick nod and lets you in. You’ve been a frequent visitor of the girls, so everyone at the building practically knows you at this point.

Once you’ve parked your car, you grab the tray of drinks sitting in the passenger seat and make your way towards the familiar building. As you come closer to the door, you can already hear Sohey counting to the beat, the squeaks and stomps of shoes on the floor, and the thump of the bass coming from the song blasting through the speakers. 

When the door swung slowly, heads turned to see who’s behind it. “Y/N!!” Six voices sing in chorus, but one voice just stands out a little more for you. 

Sohey smiles as he watches you get swarmed by the girls. “Alright then, guess it’s time for a break," the choreographer says, shaking his head a little out of amusement. They see the tray of drinks in your hand and immediately get each of their own. After a few "Thank yous!” and “You're the best!” from the other 5 members, you finally get to see the one member you’ve been looking forward to seeing.

“Hey,” you say a little softly.

“Hi,” She says while smiling, showing off the dimples on her cheek you could only dream of kissing.

You hand Daniela her drink, your fingers brushing a little as she takes it from your hand. She gives you a tight hug, careful not to spill the drink on the both of you. “You don’t know how much I badly needed this,” the Latina murmurs by your ear, hugging you tighter—as if it were possible, given how tightly she was already hugging you.

A contented sigh escapes your lips as you lean into the hug, the weight on your shoulder instantly vanishing as it gets replaced by the familiar weight of the curly haired woman’s head.

She breaks the hug first, one hand resting on your left arm, the other hand going up to her mouth as she takes a sip from the cup she was holding. “Hey Y/n, come here! I want to show you something,” Megan shouts from the other side of the room. Besides Daniela, you’ve also gotten to know her band members—with you and Megan forming a bond over memes and gaming.

You give Daniela a small smile as you nod your head in her friend’s direction. You start walking ahead, with another set of feet following behind you. Once you’ve made it next to Megan, you take a seat beside her, and she immediately shows you her phone.

“Have you checked what’s in store on Fortnite today? We have to buy the matching skins!” You let out a laugh, seeing that she wanted the both of you to be Tung Tung Tung Sahur and Ballerina Cappucina. “Can’t we buy another skin?” You scroll through her phone. “What about Joker and Harley?” Her eyebrow raises as her nose scrunches. “Come on dude, that’s so cliche! I would’ve agreed if it was like, Poison Ivy and Harley or something.” 

Across from you sat Daniela, who was beside Manon and Lara, who were busy laughing at the TikToks they were watching. She watches as the two of you bicker over what pair of skin is better to buy. She saw how your eyes twinkled despite your eyebrows being furrowed.

How your faces get closer as you both lean forward while laughing.

How your arm is wrapped around Megan’s shoulder, while her head rests on yours.

How her band member and her best friend seem to be getting along well. . . maybe a little too well for her own liking.

She feels something stir in her chest—a flash of annoyance and something else she can’t name. The Latina doesn’t know why she’s feeling like this. What confuses her more is that the thing she’s feeling right now is similar to what she felt when she saw her ex talking to another girl. She quickly brushes the feeling off as an effect from the caffeine in her drink. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat catches Y/n’s attention. She shifts her body in front of her, brown eyes looking straight into hers. You tilt your head a little, a small smirk forming on your lips. She rolls her eyes, but you see how the corners of her lips raise subtly. 

Megan’s attention seems to dart between the two of you, feeling a slight tension rise. Her eyebrows furrow a little until something clicks— a knowing smile making its way to her face. She knows of your feelings for her fellow band member after accidentally seeing both yours and Daniela’s initials in a heart written in the back of your notebook. You tried to deny it but ultimately told the truth.

“Hey guys," the voice cuts through your little staring contest. “I’m just going to go and check up on Yoonchae and Sophia.” Megan starts to make a move, leaving the Latina and her best friend alone. Daniela immediately occupies the seat beside you, her body automatically pressing up to your side. You wrap your arm on her waist, pulling her in closer to you.

“You okay?” 

“Just tired,” she answers quietly, her eyes closing as she lays her head on your chest. Your free hand starts to comb her hair softly. The both of you lay there, blissfully unaware of your surroundings.

“Break’s over! Let's get back to formation,” Katseye’s choreographer says with a loud voice. You hear Daniela groan a little before she reluctantly stands up. You follow suit shortly after, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Guess that’s my cue to leave." You gather your stuff and wave goodbye to the other members. She gives you one quick hug, muttering a “Drive safe" in your ear.

The drive back to your apartment was quiet, the only sound echoing through the car was the music playing on the radio. You stop at a red light, the sound of guitars and drums suddenly filling the space. Curious, you look at the radio’s screen.

Now playing: u+me= <3 by Olivia Rodrigo 

You start to grin a little, the title reminding you of the written initials on the back of your notebook—the same one that Megan had accidentally seen. Your head bops to the beat, your fingers drumming on the steering wheel as you wait for the red light to turn green

-    -    -

The next day was the same. Wake up, attend classes, and pretend to study in advance at the school library. Except this time, your head had dropped on your notes as you drifted off to a slumber and had lost track of time. By the time you woke up, your body suddenly jolted, and your hands immediately reached for your phone. The numbers 7:00pm glowed through your screen, your eyes widening at the notifications beneath it.

6 missed calls and 7 unread texts. All from the same number.

Daniela’s.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. In just a few seconds, you managed to pack all of your things up and quickly make your way to your car. You start to read the messages while walking. You saw a series of “Where are you?,” “Why aren’t you answering?,” and  “Are you okay? I’m worried,” texts from the latter. You were busy trying to type a response that you failed to see the girl holding a drink in front of you.

Suddenly, you feel a cold liquid splash on your shirt. You frantically look up, seeing another girl in a similar state.

“Oh my God I’m sorry!” 

“Holy shit, I wasn’t looking. I am so sorry!”

Two voices said at the same time. The both of you paused, and then suddenly burst into laughter. You wipe your glasses and take a closer look at the girl you’d just bumped into. Tall, pink hair, black glasses, and whisker dimples by her eyes.

Oh, it’s Stacey.

You both share a few classes together, often being paired up with each other as your last names are close with one another. She also happened to be one of your. . . exes? Well, you guys talked, but ended up deciding to stay friends.

Your phone suddenly rings again, that familiar ringtone echoing through the empty hallway. You look down at your phone, then up at Stacey. “Hey, I’m sorry about your drink. If you have time, I can buy you a new one.” You offer her your handkerchief, which she gratefully accepts. "Hmm," she hums, pretending to think about her answer as she wipes herself. “I’ll think about it," a teasing smile etched on her face. You giggle a little at her antics. “Well, if you’ve made up your mind, I still have the same number.” The both of you greeted each other goodbye and went on your own ways.

You’ve finally made it to your car, your shirt still a little damp as you called back the number previously calling you. Within just one ring, the line connects immediately.

“Oh my fucking gosh Y/n L/n, where the hell were you!” You move your phone away from your ear a little as Daniela’s voice booms through your speaker. “I’ve been calling you for like, a million times! Why weren’t you answering?” You can hear the worry laced in her loud voice. You start your engine and buckle your seatbelt. “I’m sorry Dani, I fell asleep in the library and lost track of time,” You explained softly. You hear a scoff from the other end of the line. “Fine, pick me up here at the studio. I rode with Megan today.” You agreed and she ended the call.

You made a quick stop at Shake Shack before making your way to the studio—a small peace offering for your friend.

A car comes to a halt in front of Daniela, whose arms were crossed on her chest and eyebrows knitted together as if someone had offended her. You step out of your car, jogging a little towards her and grabbing the bag that hung from her shoulder. You opened the door to your passenger seat, carefully guiding her in. You buckle her seatbelt for her and place her bag in the back seat.

Once the both of you had settled, you reached for the paper bag behind you and handed it to her. “I’m sorry,” you smile a little as she takes it from your hand. The both of you waved goodbye to the other girls before driving  off.

Daniela takes a fry up to her mouth, the furrow on her eyebrows easing up a little. “I was worried,” she takes a sip of her drink, looking out the window. “I know,” a soft voice blends with the hum of the engine. “It wasn’t just me who was worried,” you take a quick look at her at the same time she turns her head towards you.

“Megan and the others were worried as well,” you hear a slight change of tone and a subtle emphasis on Megan’s name but decided to ignore it. The hand that was previously on the stick shift was suddenly holding Daniela’s. Your thumb brushing  the back of her hand, trying to soothe the worried girl.

“I’m sorry for worrying you guys. I was just asleep in the library, I promise,” sincerity evident in your tone. This time, the woman on the passenger seat finally looks at you properly. Her eyes seemingly dart towards your stained and damp shirt. “What happened to your shirt?” She lets go of your hand for a second and reaches for her bag, rummaging through it to find her towel.

You slowly step on the brakes and look down at your shirt for a quick second, suddenly becoming aware of the sticky fabric clinging onto your skin. “I bumped into someone on the way to my car,” you replied as she finally found her towel. “Here,” she offered. “Put it inside your shirt so it doesn't cling to your body,” you grab the towel, doing exactly as she said.

The traffic seemed to take its sweet time, so the both of you just sat there—her chewing on her fries, you listening to the radio.

Now playing: Used to This by Camila Cabello

You look out through the window as you feel the corners of your lips suddenly lifting. Your head moves down and checks on the towel in your shirt, then on the hands that quickly found yours again after closing her bag—as if both your hands were the opposite poles of magnets. And in the back of your mind you hear a small voice, “I could get used to this.”

-    - -

“ 5, 6, 7, 8!”

Six girls quickly move in sync—hands flicking in the air, hips snapping from left to right, and shoes squeaking to the beat.

The main dancer’s moves were sharp and focused, but her eyes were a little distracted. Her gaze flickers from the mirror towards the door, waiting for someone to enter.

A few minutes ago, Daniela had seen a small notification—a short “On my way” next to your name—popping up on her phone. Right as the song ended, the door opened, revealing you behind it.

A smile quickly forms on her face but disappears just as fast as it appeared. “Y/N!!" A voice rang out in the room, followed by someone running. She watches as Megan engulfs you in a hug, a large grin etched on your face as you try to balance the tray of drinks in your hand.

“Damn, missed me that much?” Her eyes followed as your other arm wrapped itself around her band member’s waist. 

At the way your cheek was laying on top of the latter’s head.

And how sickeningly sweet the both of you look.

“Okay lovebirds, break it up!” Lara teases the both of you, the Latina’s eyebrow shooting up at the sentence. “Am I missing something?” She thinks to herself. “Is she hiding stuff from me?” Another thought crosses her mind.

The both of you let go and you set the drinks on the table. “Shut up Lara,” Megan tells the other girl while you rolled your eyes jokingly. You grab a specific drink and make your way towards a specific someone. 

Daniela see’s you making your way to her so she immediately masks the frown on her face into a tight lipped smile. “Hey, got you your usual.” You open your arms and she immediately steps in, leaning her head on your chest. 

She closes her eyes and breathes in your scent but instead, an unfamiliar perfume meets her nose. Her head pushed back so fast you could’ve sworn you heard her neck snap.

“Are you wearing a new perfume?” The woman in front of you asks suspiciously. Your head tilts to the side out of confusion. “No, why?” you grab your shirt and give it a whiff.

Oh.

Earlier that day, Stacey had texted you back, asking if your offer still stood. So you took her to a nearby cafe where she hugged you goodbye afterwards. You figured her perfume had rubbed off on you. “I met with a friend earlier,” you answered honestly. Daniela slowly nodded, taking a sip from her drink. “You should change,” she said—no, ordered. “I have an extra shirt in my bag. Go change," she said, pointing to the direction of said bag. You looked at her a little weirdly but didn’t try to fight her. "Yes, ma’am!” You jokingly said in a military-like manner.

You emptied your pocket, placing your phone on the table beside her bag, took the shirt, and went to the bathroom. The Latina went to grab her charger in her bag when she saw your phone light up. She didn’t mean to be nosy, but she couldn’t help read the notification.

Stacey: Hey, thanks for the coffee! I don’t know what I enjoyed more though, the drink or the company ;).

“What the fuck?” she accidentally said out loud. Who’s Stacey and why haven’t you mentioned her to Daniela before? She closed her eyes, trying to recall if you’d told her about this mysterious girl before. 

“Woah, Y/n and Stacey are talking again?” A voice disrupts her train of thought. She turns around seeing Megan sipping on her drink as she peeked over her shoulder. “You know Stacey?” Her eyebrows rose up and her mouth dropped a little. How could Megan know and not her—your literal best friend.

And as if on cue, Lara connected her phone to the speaker and randomly chose a playlist on Spotify.

Now playing- Jealous Type by Doja Cat

You opened the bathroom door, suddenly greeted by an upbeat song. “I love this song!” You yell over the loud music and give Lara a high five. The tall figure starts to make her way towards Daniela, clueless about the frustration written on her face. “You know,” you start off, your attention fixed on the shirt you were previously wearing. “Your shirt kind of looks like the shirt I've been looking for a week,” You finally look up, a big grin on your face. 

That’s when you saw it. Megan looking a little guilty beside your best friend who looked like she could burst any time now.

“I’m just gonna go. . .” Megan awkwardly starts backing off before running to Yoonchae. You look at Daniela, confusion evident on your face. “What happened?” You start getting closer to her, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. You tried to observe her face, but your eyes zeroed in on her small pout.

Your heart rate rises a little, you can practically hear it in your eardrums. “Damn it,” you thought. She looked so adorable right now you just wanted to kiss her pout away. But you can’t, because you’re supposed to be her best friend.

Daniela swats at your hand that was resting under her ear. “Who’s Stacey? Why does Megan know about her and I don’t,” If she wasn’t mad at you right now, she would definitely laugh at you right now. You looked like you were caught sneaking out of your house in the middle of the night.

You adjusted your glasses and played with the hem of your shirt. “Stacey’s just a friend, I swear!” You gulped a little as Daniela’s frown deepened. “Liar,” she says, putting her hand on her hip. “I didn’t mean to look, but I saw her text. She was practically flirting with you!” You reach for your phone, looking for the text she saw. 

“That’s just how she is. She flirts with everyone,” you turned off your phone, placing it inside your pocket. “How does Megan know about her then?” Her foot starts to tap on the floor impatiently. You adjust the neck of your shirt, feeling more intimidated at the Latina’s intense gaze. “She’s played Fortnite with us before,” you calmly say, putting both your hands on her shoulder.

She looks down, avoiding eye contact. You tried to catch her gaze but she seemed to really not want to meet your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You gently grab her chin and tilt her upwards. Her eyes finally looked at you, and you saw the slight gloss to it. Your heart breaks a little at the sight, immediately pulling her in. “Is Megan your new best friend?” her voice was so quiet it could almost pass as a whisper.

“This was it, right?” Daniela thought. “The weird feeling that’s been bugging me. I just don’t want Y/n to replace me, right? Yeah, that's it.” Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to make sense of what she’s been feeling lately.

You held the sides of her head gently, pulling her out of her mind. Your thumb starts to caress her cheeks as a way to soothe her. “No, Dani. Of course not,” your thumb quickly wiping away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. “You’ll always be my…”

My love,

My one and only.

“. . . my best friend,” you force a smile on your face, knowing that you want her to be more than that. 

Another song plays from the playlist Lara chose.

Now playing: I Wanna be your Girlfriend by Girl in Red

The both of you stare at each other for a second, and you see the way Daniela's mouth open and close—trying to form words but failing.

“Alright, back to formation!”

The two of you got surprised at the sudden interruption, both your arms leaving each others’ side out of reflex. “Guess that’s my cue to leave,” your voice a little weak as you fixed your stuff. She started fixing herself before joining the other girls. You gave them all a wave goodbye and closed the door.

- -    -

That night you couldn’t sleep. You kept tossing and turning in your bed, fluffing your pillows, listening to white noise—nothing. You gave up all efforts and decided to get up and drive around. You grabbed your phone, keys, wallet, and a jacket then headed out. 

You parked your car in front of a 7/11 and locked the doors. You entered the store, the guy at the cashier nodding at you. There were different selections on the shelves, ‘til you decided on just grabbing a pack of gummies and a can of Mountain Dew. You would’ve gotten a beer, but you’re not really fond of the idea of drinking and driving.

The guy at the front rings your stuff. “That’ll be a dollar and 15 cents.” You raised your eyebrows at the cheap price. The cashier seems to catch onto your surprise and says “We’re having a sale today man. Sick right?” You just smiled as a response, paid for your things and headed back to your car. Just as you sit down, you see your phone light up. You frantically reach for it, hoping it was Daniela.

Megan: Hey big guy, I’m sorry for telling Dani about Stacey. I thought she knew.

Your shoulder dropped slightly, a little disappointed that it wasn’t who you wanted. “It’s fine dude, no worries. It’s not your fault,” A small sigh escapes your lips as your finger hits send. You turn on the radio and roll down the windows a little. The crack and sound of fizz fills the air. You take a sip of your drink and you suddenly hear three notes from a piano.

Dun, dun, dun. . .

Now playing: Need you Now by Lady A

“Great, just great!” You laugh at the absurdity of the timing. Just as you started longing for the presence of a certain curly-haired girl, this song plays. You lean your head back on your seat, closing your eyes as you take in the lyrics of the song.

It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now. . .

You look at the time on the corner of your radio screen, exactly 1:15am. “Holy shit, is the universe messing with me or something?” You let out a small amused laugh and take another sip of Mountain Dew. That’s when it hit you.

The total price of your gummies and soda amounting to a dollar and 15 cents,

Need you Now by Lady A suddenly playing,

That specific line from the song playing at exactly a quarter after one or at 1:15am.

“Its a fucking sign from the universe,” you said out loud, rolling your windows back up and starting your engine. 

- -     -

Inside another room, a soft glow from a phone screen illuminates the space. There lay Daniela in her bed, scrolling through TikTok as she found herself having a hard time falling asleep.

Her thoughts kept bothering her. Why had she acted that way earlier? Why did it bother her so much that you went out with a random girl named Stacey? 

And why did you and Megan being that close and being called "Lovebirds" annoy the hell out of her?

It's not like she has the right to stop you from meeting others. In fact, she should’ve been more supportive of you, given that she’s your best friend. But she just can’t imagine you picking up another girl that’s not her.

Hugging someone else the same way you hug her,

Someone else sitting at your passenger seat, 

Your hands being intertwined with someone else.

She scrolls to the next video, it's an edit of some random ship to Niki’s “Urs.”

Tryna find where your head is but I'm losing myself in the process. . .

She listens to the lyrics of the song, her finger lightly tapping to the beat on the side of her phone.

. . . But fuck sake I'm already yours. Sad to say I'm already yours, oh.

Her thumb double-taps on the video and scrolls. She suddenly pauses the current video playing on her phone, staring at it for a second before scrolling back to the previous one. There was something about the song that made her scroll back, she just can’t pinpoint it. So she watches it over and over and over again.

Sad to say I’m already yours, oh.

Oh,

Oh.

She suddenly sat up, so fast that she got a little light headed from doing so. Her hand flew over her eyes as it closed, trying to recover from the dizziness she was feeling. Once she felt better, her hand moves from her eyes to her mouth.

“No way,” her voice a little muffled from her hand. She sat there, staring at the wall in front of her trying to process what she'd just realized. That was until she heard the sound of her door bell ring.

Within seconds, her duvet was pulled off her body and she was bolting towards her front door. For some reason, she had a feeling it was you. Hell, she knows it's you. She can’t explain how she knows, she just does.

She opens the door with so much force, it could’ve fallen off its hinges. And there you were, standing behind her front door looking like 10 dogs just chased you down the block.

“Danie–”

 “Y/–” 

The both of you spoke at the same time, accidentally cutting each other off. You take a deep breath and compose yourself. “Can I come in?” you ask. She steps aside, giving you space to enter.

You went inside, your back facing her. “I’m sorry for coming here unannounced at this time,” you look down at your hand playing with your fingers. “Earlier, at the studio,” your voice cracks a little, trying to find the right words.

“I wasn’t completely honest with what I said.” You finally found the courage to face her. For the first time that night you really looked at her. Her curly hair is a little messy. Her white tank top and blue sleeping shorts make her look simple but breathtaking. And her bare face – gosh, her bare face. She looks so unreal that you just want to kiss her all over her face. 

But you can’t, not yet. You step closer to her, taking her hands into yours. “I told you that you will always be my bestfriend—I lied,” your voice, barely above a whisper. “I want you to be mine, Dani.” You look up, trying to stop the tears from falling on your face. “I want you to be mine so badly Daniela, it's insane.” You look back at her, you see tears forming in the corner of her eyes. 

“And I know, you probably don’t see me the same,” you let out a short teary laugh. “I know that I’ll only ever be a best friend in your eyes.” A small sniffle echoes through the quiet living room. 

“And I accept that I do. Just–”

“Oh my gosh Y/n shut up.”

You stare back at her confused. Then suddenly, you feel a pair of lips on yours. Your body freezes for a second, before you finally process what was happening. You kissed her back, pouring all of your feelings into that kiss. The two of you pulled away for air, your foreheads leaning against each other.

You held onto one another, eyes closed as you savor the moment. “So, does this mean that. . ." Your tone is hesitant. “I like you too, idiot.” Daniela says, teasing you a little. A smile starts to form on your face. “Then does that mean I can kiss you again?” you ask hopefully. “You don’t even have to ask.” The both of you were kissing each other like you’re making up for lost time.

The room was still, except for the two figures standing in the middle. That was until a car with a very loud speaker passed by, a Taylor Swift song making its way inside through the open window in the living room.

Daniela pulled away, giggling as she recognized the song that was playing from the car. “Oh my gosh, was that Mine by Taylor Swift?” You tried to listen to it, then burst out into laughter once you confirmed that it really was Mine by Taylor Swift.

“Well, you know what she says.” You kiss the dimple on her cheek.

“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine."

- - -

The bed dips as two bodies lay together. Her head was tucked comfortably under your chin, while your hand combs at her hair. You look down and kissed the crown of her head.

"That's so weird," you start. "The songs on the radio have been awfully specific lately." Daniela looks up at you, shifting a little to meet your gaze comfortable. "You're right," she says. "I've been noticing that too." She kisses you again, tasting the remnants of the Mountain Dew you were drinking earlier.

The two of you just lay there, embracing each other and stealing kisses every now and then. "So. . ." Her voice breaking the silence. "Nothing's going on between you and that Stacey?" You shake your head as you say "No, nothing's going on between us." She hums, and you can practically hear the gears turning in her head. "Then what about you and Megan?" She asks, now resting her head on her hand to look straight at you. "Megan?" You tried to stop a laugh from coming out of your mouth when you saw the seriousness on her face. "I am telling you, there is absolutely nothing going on between us." You lean in and kiss the mole near her eyebrow. She still doesn't look convinced. "Then why did Lara call you guys lovebirds?" You purse your lips, trying to think of a reason why Lara would say that because to be honest? You also don't know.

"I don't know, we'll have to ask her on that one." You replied. "Let's go to sleep, yeah? We still have to wake up early." The both of you finally tuck yourselves in and drifted off to sleep.

- - -

The next day in Katseye's rehearsal studio, Sophia's phone was connected to the speaker—Ariana Grande's voice accompanying the stretching girls. Daniela's sat on the floor, stretching her legs while giggling at her phone. From the other side of the room, Lara watches her bandmate, a smirk stretching across her face. She makes her way towards the girl, sitting in front of her.

"Who's got you giggling this early in the morning?" Lara pretends to stretch as she asks the girl the question. The girl in front of her looks up, a blush creeping up to her face. "Just Y/n." Daniela replies, her tone a little shy. The Indian girl hums, her face looking like she knows something.

The curly-haired girl didn't miss the look on her face. "What?" the Latina lets out a small laugh as she asks. "Nothing!" Lara flashed her a playful smile as starts to stretch properly. Daniela watches Lara stretching, remembering the question she asked Y/n last night. "Hey," she catches the girl's attention. "Why'd you call Megan and Y/n lovebirds?" She asks curiously.

Just then, the current song playing ends and switches to a different one.

Now playing: Obvious by Ariana Grande

"Girl!" Lara says, laughing at the question as if she expected it. "The both of you obviously had feeling on each other." She sits up and looks at Daniela straight in the eyes. "And by the way you reacted, you practically confirmed I was right." She shook her head.

Daniela's face was evident with surprise. "So you were just teasing us?" She asks. "No girl, I was pushing you to realize your feelings." Lara says softly. Daniela leans back, her arms stretching behind her to support her weight. "Guess your plan worked." They both laughed at the situation.

Megan then walked by, scrolling through TikTok on her phone. The sound of Taylor Swift's "Mastermind" followed her as she passed by the girls sitting on the floor.

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a/n: That's that! I hope you guys enjoyed this little thing I wrote. It's been brewing in my mind and I just had to write it. Anyways, I kinda had fun writing this and having the songs just click with the situation. I definitely liked how I used Need you Now and Urs as their like eureka moment. If you're interested, here are the list of songs mentioned in the fic: 1. Damn, I Wish I was your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins

2. u+me=<3 by Olivia Rodrigo

3. Used to This by Camila Cabello

4. Jealous Type by Doja Cat

5. I Wanna be your Girlfriend by Girl in Red

6. Need you Now by Lady A

7. Urs by Niki

8. Mine by Taylor Swift

9. Obvious by Ariana Grande