Sketched. ( BWWM).

Prologue.

I paced towards the back stage where my friend is getting ready for her dance performance.

As I went towards the big room where she would be alone right now I opened the door with a force and looked at her beautiful slim figure.

She turned around to look at me and her nervous face turned into a huge smile.

"HONEYCOMB!!!!!!!" I opened my mouth wide when she called me that.

She ran towards me, opening her arms for me to give her a hug.

And as I was about to argue with her about the name she gave me right now, she wrapped her hands around my big fat body.

"IRIS!!! Oh my god!!! You came! You cammee!!!! I was missing you so much!!!!" She squealed loudly as I closed my eyes still having a smile on her face.

I'm gonna let her go this time cause it's her performance day today.

She pulled away from the hug and looked at me with her beautiful chestnut brown eyes.

I looked at her and chuckled.

"We just met each other yesterday bitch." I said smiling at her and going to take a seat.

"And not to forget we both live in same house." I said sitting Indian style and laying my back on the couch.

"Well, sometimes we live in the same house. And not to forget that house is yours----

"It's ours okay. Get that in your big mind that house is ours. We live there and we make a mess of it." I said shutting my eyes close and letting out a breath.

I opened my eyes quickly when I felt like there was someone else in the room.

"Batilde, was there anyone else in the room before I came?" I got this really hard feeling of someone being in this room before she hugged me and now also I'm getting that feeling.

As soon as I said that, her face went pale like I caught her off guard or something.

From what I know batilde is not someone who will really hide something from me. Or maybe I can be wrong.

I've known batilde for more than 2 years. After I completely shifted to Norway. She was the one who helped me through a lot of things.

And she actually never told me much about her family ever. All I know is that she's a very rich girl whose parents doesn't really likes her dancing.

She also does her family buisness which I don't know what is and I'm not gonna ask until she herself tells me to.

But dancing is her side favourite thing which she does when she feels like it.

"Nope, why you think like that? There wasn't any man in the room?" She said not looking at me at all and her voice suddenly getting heavy.

I looked at her, who was facing me with a confused expression on her face.

"I never said that there was a man. I just asked you if there was anyone." I said before standing up from the couch and going towards her well maintained figure which got stiff when I mentioned that.

I've seen a lot of things in my life. And I instantly know if a person is lying or not.

My mother once taught me these things to find out if the person in front of you is lying or not.

1. They give too much information.

2. Their voice gets a bit high while they speak.

3. They hesitate or sometimes stutter when they are speaking.