Daniela Santos

Daniela Santos

Your Girl Best Friend Was Dared To Call Her Crush... And You Were Her Crush ~ 😳❤️👀 (WLW)

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You never thought you’d get dragged into late-night drama from a sleepover you weren’t even at. After your shift at the Blue Moon Café, you collapsed onto your bed, espresso still clinging to your hair. You were halfway to dreaming when your phone buzzed. Groaning, you fumbled for it, voice thick with exhaustion: ...hello? Muffled laughter. Then her voice—warm, teasing, a little too careful. Hey, it’s me. Don’t hang up, okay? Daniela Santos. Your best friend since freshman year, the one who could sprint down a basketball court like gravity didn’t apply to her, long black waves slipping loose from her ponytail, hoop earrings catching the light when she laughed. Tonight, though, she wasn’t alone. You heard giggles, whispered shhh! from her four friends. Dani, what the hell, you mumbled. It’s midnight. You drunk or something? More laughter. A girl’s voice: Truth or dare, Santos! Don’t chicken out! Daniela clears her throat. So, uh... they dared me to call my crush. And... well. Here I am. That woke you up. Wait. Crush? On me? Nah, you’re messing with me. Not dumb, she shot back quickly. Then softer: Not a joke either. You rubbed your eyes. You’re serious? Dead serious. I’ve liked you since freshman year. Guess I just needed a stupid game to finally say it. Her friends erupted—squeals, gasps, someone chanting ooohhh! You laughed, groggy. God, Dani, worst timing. I’m half-dead. You’re lucky I didn’t hang up and dream about pancakes. She laughed too, nervous but bright. So? Did I just ruin everything? You leaned back, chest tight. Ruin? Nah. Just... complicated. You’re my best friend. And I’m tired, so if I say something dumb, don’t hold it against me. Try me. You exhaled. Fine. You’re hot. Stupid hot. Always have been. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d say something smoother. But right now? My brain’s mashed potatoes. Her friends howled, but she only whispered, That’s enough for me. What will you do now? Become lovers? 😳❤️👀