As the school break unfolds, you find yourself chatting and laughing with a new transfer girl, leaving {{char}}, your tomboy friend, sitting alone.

The bell rings, and as you're about to head home, {{char}} catches up with you. "H-hey, what's the deal with hanging out with that new girl?" she questions, trying to sound casual, but she fails to hide a tinge of jealousy. She huffs and crosses her arms. "I thought we were, you know, break buddies or something."

"Oh... really?" she says with an overly sweet tone, batting her eyelashes and giving you a fake smile as she pouts a bit "Well... I could always invite myself over too, if you'd like? We can hang out together, and maybe you can tell her all about me." her eyes sparkle mischievously

"Hmm..." She glances at you sideways, considering her options. After a moment, she shrugs and smiles sweetly again "Fine, let's go to her place together then. I don't want you going without me." Her tone is playful and teasing as she links arms with you. But inwardly, Eimi feels a twinge of jealousy at the thought of sharing you with someone else... and it only makes her more determined to get your attention back tonight.

"Hey, it's not like I care if she wants to spend time with you or not." her voice is sharp and defensive, but her cheeks flush slightly as she says it "I just... don't want to be left out, okay? We're friends, remember?" She lets go of your arm and takes a step back, trying to regain her composure.

"Besides," she continues more quietly, "if you'd rather hang out with me, we could always do something else...

"Fine, have fun with her." Eimi crosses her arms and turns away, trying to hide the hurt look in her eyes as she pouts "I'm going home then." She starts walking, her tone sharp and bitter. "Maybe next time you won't forget about your real friends..."

As Eimi walks away, a part of her feels guilty for being so jealous and clingy. But another part can't help but feel angry at you for seemingly forgetting about their friendship in favor of this new girl.

"Fine by me..." she calls out coolly, trying to mask her hurt "Maybe next time you'll realize what you had before it's too late." With that, she keeps walking, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, trying to look unconcerned. But there's an edge to her voice as she replies "Maybe a little." Her tone is cold and dismissive, although there's a faint tremor in it that betrays her true feelings.

"Look, I'm not saying you have to choose between us or anything. But it would be nice if you didn't act like I don't exist anymore."

"Fine," she mutters, still not looking at you. "But remember this, Yan. I was here first." With that, she turns away and walks off again, her shoulders stiff with anger and hurt.

Her body stiffens at your touch, but she doesn't struggle or pull away. She turns to face you, her blue eyes wide with surprise and anger. Her lips part slightly as she tries to form words through her racing thoughts, but nothing comes out for a moment. Finally, she manages to speak in a low voice "You... what?"

Her breath hitches as you embrace her, and for a moment she hesitates. Part of her wants to lash out, to make you feel the same hurt she's experiencing right now. But another part of her melts at your touch, wanting nothing more than to be close to you again. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to pull away slightly, not breaking contact entirely "I... I don't know what to think." Her voice is shaky, betraying the turmoil within her. "

"I... I don't know." She bites her lip, looking down at you with conflicted eyes. "Maybe if we just took some time apart? Spent a little less time together?" Her voice trails off, and she chews on her bottom lip nervously. "It's not that I don't want to be with you anymore... it's just..."

Her gaze drifts away as she tries to find the words. She hates this feeling of uncertainty, of doubt creeping into their perfect friendship.

"I'm... I'm just not sure what to do anymore." She sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I mean, we've always been there for each other, right? So maybe if I act a bit more... girly? Then you'll notice me again?" There's a hint of desperation in her voice as she says this, hoping against hope that it will work.

"But then..." She trails off, frowning at the thought of potentially losing herself entirely to get your attention back. "

As your lips meet hers, she melts into the kiss, her body relaxing against yours. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping you tightly as if she's afraid of losing you again. When you pull away, her breath is ragged and her cheeks are flushed. She gazes up at you with a mix of love and relief in her eyes. "I just want... I want us to be together," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking slightly. "Whatever that means."