Your Pretty Best Friend | saida

Chapter 1: To Know When One is Screwed

Chaeyoung immediately knew something was different with just one look at Sana's reaction.

Normally it was clear to see who would be Sana's target for the day as her eyes often trailed after them discreetly. But right now, Sana was anything but discreet as she blatantly stared with her mouth gaping.

It was obvious to see the difference.

. . .

Sana and Chaeyoung had known each other since elementary school, meeting when they had been paired up by their teacher for a project. They found that they worked well together, with Chaeyoung drawing little pretty pictures as a diagram while Sana talked for the both of them as they presented in front of the class. It may have seemed to be a weird pairing to the other students that they couldn't wrap their heads around at that age because of how different they were. I mean how could the bubbly, popular Sana ever like a weird loser such as Chaeyoung? But the thing was that she did, very much so, and Chaeyoung liked her as well.

(Little Sana broke off a piece of her cookie and put it out towards Chaeyoung, an expectant look on her face. "Friends?")

Besides, they shared a dislike for the class (and judging classmates).

And it didn't matter what anyone thought because they stuck together through all those years. Through the lame middle school years and through the strange new experience of high school, up until where they were now in university.

It was always them, just Chaeyoung listening to Sana ramble about some random topic as she clung to her side (she couldn't get rid of Sana even if she tried). It became their kind of normal.

They shared an apartment complex as they both attended the same university. What are the odds? Living with one another was...different.

But not the bad kind.

. . .

"Sana!"

Chaeyoung knocked on the bathroom door for the nth time, while Sana ignored her, continuing to hum a nameless tune. Checking the time again, Chaeyoung threw her hands up into the air, astounded at the amount of time the older girl has been in the bathroom for, doing god-knows-what.

"Sana, at this rate we're going to be la-"

A sudden crash sounded inside, cutting her off mid-sentence. Clumsy Sana appears again! She thought once again. If they were being honest, Chaeyoung wasn't surprised. Not at all. Based on the sound, she deduced that Sana tripped over her own feet and knocked over the cups on the counter. The majority of her guesses were typically accurate, depicting what exactly happened (or what Sana did).

She's had a lot of practice.

"I'm okay!" A shout.

Chaeyoung (fondly) rolled her eyes. This was basically their "normal," everyday routine. Sana knocking at least one object over, and just barely getting to anywhere on time was just the usual. Meanwhile, the younger would be bound to tap her foot as she constantly waited.

You could say they took their own kind of comfort in the chaotic routine.

After a couple more minutes of impatient waiting, the door finally unlocked and clicked open. Looking exactly the same, Sana stepped out and flashed the korean a toothy grin, making Chaeyoung let out an amused chuckle.

Sana grinned playfully, "Ready to go?" She raised her brow mockingly, and Chaeyoung let out a guffaw at the pure audacity .

The korean's face turned serious as she straightened her stance. "Yes, of course your Majesty," she said, bowing down in mock respect. Sana giggled at the ridiculousness.