Mooniewlw
People act like love triangles are tragic.
Ours? It just kinda happened.
I'm Mhia. Flirt first, think later. I talk too much, joke too much, and never really take anything seriously-unless it's Kayla or Adri. Then suddenly, I'm not as chill as I pretend to be.
Kayla's the quiet one. Real nonchalant, barely says two words around anyone else. But when it's just us three? She opens up. She's sharp, funny, says the wildest stuff with a straight face. And when she looks at us, it's like nothing else matters.
Adri's sweet-like, genuinely sweet. The type to remember what snacks you like and check in just to see how you're doing. But she's no doormat. She'll stand her ground if you push her too far. Calm, but not soft in the way people assume.
We never really labeled it.
No rules. No expectations.
Just vibes. Late-night calls. Jokes that got too flirty. Touches that lasted too long.
Now, things are blurry. And the more we try to play it cool, the messier it gets.
Whatever this is-we're all in it.