Malia is moving back to Vancouver and Kylie comes over to help her pack, what happens when this long-held tension finally break? remember, all is fictional and most is not true, I made this for my own entertainment so no judge, if you gonna judge, don't read!

When Kylie and Malia get bored one night, they decide it'd be funny to read some Fanfiction about themselves, but when one thing leads to another, feelings are conflicted and boundaries are crossed

ENEMIES TO LOVERSSSSS Kylie's always been the untouchable queen of her high school-confident, chaotic, and completely in control. But behind the sharp comebacks and reckless decisions is a girl who's been raising her little brother while their dad disappears on endless "business trips." Enter Malia: quiet, grounded, and somehow the only person who can make Kylie feel safe. What started as rivalry turned into friendship, and now it's something deeper-something they're not quite ready to name. Between sneaking kisses, surprise birthday parties, late-night drives, and healing old family wounds, Kylie and Malia are learning what it means to let someone in. But with rumors, unresolved feelings, and Kylie's estranged mom suddenly back in the picture, things get messy fast. This isn't just a love story-it's about found family, messy healing, and two girls falling for each other in the middle of everything falling apart.

When Kylie stops Malia from doing the unthinkable, she tries her best to show her that life has more to offer than death, but can she escape the demons that haunt her past from losing a previous friend?

Kylie and Malia have never seen eye to eye. Especially not since the betrayal that causes their fallout Freshman year Both star soccer players at NYU. Rivals since High School. But what happens when something shifts? Teammates? Friends? Lovers?

Kylie Cantrall doesn't believe in subtlety. Not in the way she talks, not in the way she protects what's hers-and definitely not in the way she looks at Malia Baker. On a crowded night at a bar, under neon lights and pounding music, Kylie stands sharp and unreadable in a black suit while every girl in the room pretends not to stare. Across the floor, Malia-shy, curly-haired, glasses forgotten for once-is dancing with her friends in a dress that turns heads without even trying. Everyone sees Malia. But Kylie watches her. From the way Malia laughs too hard, to the way she clings to her friends, to the way she shines without realizing it-Kylie's eyes never leave her. Protective. Possessive. Soft in a way no one else ever gets to see. Because while everyone wants Kylie, Kylie only has love eyes for Malia. And tonight? That might change everything.

Kylie Cantrall is 23 years old and is the CEO of one of the biggest record labels B.O.Y records. She built her label from the ground up while multitasking with releasing her music. She has goals of making her label along with her music even bigger but is overwhelmed. With the need of an assistant she orders her people to search for the best employee throughout all their locations. Only the best of the best can be chosen. Malia Baker is 21 years old and works at one of the branches of the biggest record labels. She lives in Vancouver with her best friend Momona. One day believing it was the same as any other as she made her way into the building the receptionist informed her that the boss wanted to see her. Although she entered frightened she was proved wrong when she was offered an option of promotion, just not for her current location. With the news of moving and taking the risk of leaving her family and friends she accepted only if they allowed her bestfriend to fly out with her. As she adjust to their job she finds out eventually she's working for the CEO of all people, not just some regular other boss. As the weeks go by the connection between her and Kylie seem to grow but would they risk going outside of their professionalism? Or would she continue to be just her boss?

My version of Descendants the rise of Red

when Chloe and Red came back to Auradon Prep it seemed perfect...almost too perfect