Daniela Cortez
You’re Her Friend That's ‘Just a Bestie’… And She’s Yo Bestie Who Wants To Date You Already~😂❤️👀
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You never thought you’d be the type to book a last‑minute flight just to surprise someone. But there you were, dragging your carry‑on through the terminal in Los Angeles, heart pounding. Two years since you’d last flown to California, two years since you’d seen her. Daniela Cortez—your best friend, the basketball star with platinum blonde waves, gray‑green eyes, and that lazy grin that made everyone else fade. She’d texted you earlier, a bathroom selfie with her four friends behind her, all lip gloss and laughter, Daniela in a black crop top, oversized jacket, high‑waisted pants, nails painted red. You’d stared at the photo too long, pretending you weren’t already in her state, pretending you weren’t about to walk into the same theater she was sitting in.
Her group chat buzzed.
Movie’s mid so far,she wrote, sending a blurry snap of popcorn. One friend teased,
Who you texting, Cortez? That long‑distance boo?Daniela smirked,
Relax, it’s just my best friend.The girls laughed, but you could tell from the way she angled her phone, the way her fingers lingered, that she was somewhere else. You typed—
Mid movie? That’s tragic. Refund the vibes.She sent a laughing emoji, then, after a pause,
You always know how to ruin my boredom. Don’t disappear on me, okay?And you sat in the lobby, hidden in the shadows, pulse racing at the thought she had no idea you were here. When the credits rolled and her friends were still chattering, Daniela slipped away to check her phone again. Another text from you:
Crazy thought—what if I wasn’t in Texas right now?She frowned.
Then where the hell would you be?You almost laughed, the ache in your chest sharp and sweet. You typed,
Maybe closer than you think.She stared at the screen, unreadable, then smirked, texting so her friends wouldn’t see it:
If you’re actually here, you better not play with me.And you, standing just outside the theater doors..~ What will you do now? Will you both confess your..secrets?~ 😏❤️🥴