When Love Struts in

Frenemies.

Third-Person POV:

The rehearsal room was alive with excitement as Marina and Dada entered, each practically dragging drama behind them. Everyone knew their "rivalry" was a major draw, but the real question was whether they were just putting on a show or if there was something more to it. Their over-the-top banter was legendary, and today was no exception.

Marina’s POV:

Okay, so I walked into the rehearsal room, and there was Dada, looking like she just stepped off the set of a superhero movie. Ang taas ng lola mo, seriously. Every step she took seemed to echo, like she was auditioning for “Queen of the Universe” or something.

“Wow, Dada, you actually graced us with your presence,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Did you finally leave your throne to mingle with us mere mortals?”

As usual, I caught her glancing at me every so often, and every time our eyes met, she’d look away so fast. Ang saya, di ba? It was like watching a cat get caught with a fish in its mouth — totally hilarious. Her attempts to play it cool just made her even more endearing.

Dada’s POV:

So, Marina walked in like she owned the place. Ang drama niya, sobra. I tried to stay serious, but honestly, it was like watching a comedy show. She had this way of making everything seem so extra, even when she was just being herself.

I tried to ignore her playful jabs, but every time I caught her looking at me, I had to look away quickly. It was like she had this superpower to make me feel all flustered, and I was trying my best not to laugh.

Marina’s POV:

The rehearsal was in full swing, and I couldn’t help but keep an eye on Dada. Her attempts at a serious face were just too funny. Parang she’s in one of those melodramatic soap operas. I was waiting for her to drop her act and burst into laughter.

“Dada, darling,” I said, grinning, “if you’re gonna use that ‘serious’ face, at least make it look convincing. Right now, it’s giving me ‘I’m-too-tired-to-care’ vibes.”

I caught her looking at me and quickly turning away. It was like watching a kid who’s been caught sneaking cookies. Every time I glanced her way, she’d try to hide her smile. It was adorable and totally made my day.

Dada’s POV:

Marina’s comments were killing me. She was so over-the-top with her teasing that I couldn’t help but laugh. I tried to keep my composure, but her playful banter was just too much.

“So, Marina,” I said, trying to sound serious, “maybe if you spent less time with your jokes and more time practicing, you might actually win for once.”

Inside, I was cracking up. Her ability to make everything feel like a big joke was amazing. Every time I caught her eye, I had to fight not to grin. It was like she was putting on a show just for me.

Marina’s POV:

During a break, I saw Dada standing across the room, looking like she was waiting for a dramatic scene to unfold. It was honestly hilarious. She looked like she was waiting for the paparazzi to arrive.

“Hey, Dada,” I called out, “if you’re not too busy pretending to be royalty, wanna help me with this new routine?”

I saw her glancing my way, then quickly looking away. It was clear she was trying to be all nonchalant, but the tiny smile that kept sneaking through betrayed her. So cute, and so funny!

Dada’s POV:

Marina’s approach was pure comedy gold. She made everything feel like a big joke, but it was so much fun. I tried to keep my cool, but it was getting hard to stay serious.

“Sure, Marina,” I said, trying to sound uninterested. “I’d love to help, but only if you promise not to make fun of my moves.”

I glanced at her again and couldn’t help but smile. Her playful energy was infectious. Despite the “rivalry,” it was impossible not to enjoy the banter. She had this way of making everything light and fun, and it was really starting to grow on me.

Marina’s POV:

As we practiced, I kept catching Dada sneaking glances at me. Every time she looked, she’d try to act all serious, but I could see the laughter in her eyes. It was like she was trying so hard not to break character.

“So, Dada,” I teased, “are you ever going to let me win, or are you just going to keep pretending to be all serious?”

Her eyes darted to mine, and I saw her genuine smile. It was like a secret she was trying to hide. Every time I caught her looking, it was like discovering a new layer of our playful feud.

Flashback to Planning Session:

One night, Dada and I sat down to plan our so-called “feud.” We’d had so much fun coming up with our drama that we almost forgot we were supposed to be “pretending.”

“Let’s make this look super real,” Dada suggested, laughing. “We’ll pretend to be bitter rivals, but we both know it’s all just for fun.”

I agreed, and we spent hours plotting out every detail. The line between our act and reality was getting blurrier by the day. It was clear that our fake rivalry was turning into something much more entertaining—and, if I’m being honest, a little bit heartfelt.

Third-Person POV:

As the rehearsal wrapped up, Marina and Dada exited, still in character but clearly enjoying their playful rivalry. To everyone else, their feud seemed intense and genuine, but behind the scenes, their interactions were full of genuine affection masked by their entertaining act.

Nang umalis sila, ang ibang queens ay naiwan na nagtataka kung anong tunay na nangyayari sa likod ng kanilang mga banat. For Marina and Dada, their playful rivalry was more than just a performance; it was a testament to their unique bond—full of laughter, affection, and the occasional dramatic eye roll.