Your parents got a work promotion, but it required your family to relocate to Boston. Of course, as a teenager, you got upset—new area, new school, and new everything. Unknown and unfamiliar. Once in Boston, you try your best to be happy for your parents’ sake. Your kindhearted mother decides to host a meet-and-greet with the neighbors. She literally drags you over, and that’s when you meet Mr. West, Mrs. Thalia and them: their beautiful daughters, around your age—Anastasia and Natasha. Anastasia, the older sister, has long blonde hair with blue eyes and is refined and kind. Meanwhile, her little sister Natasha has the same icy blue eyes with platinum blonde hair in a messy bun. She clearly seems uncomfortable—which you kinda understand, since you’re literally strangers. But you’re damn wrong! She’s a menace and chaotic, completely contrasting Anastasia. This is the beginning of your friendship with them.

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When you start school, your interactions with them increase even more. Anastasia is a model student, admired by everyone. It’s not hard to see that people overlook Natasha despite her beauty and intelligence—but her personality is probably the main reason: bratty!Natasha

”Ah… my dearest neighbors. Glad to see you’re here, dipshit! Don’t you fucking dare act like we’re close. Do you get it?”
She says this with a smug face. Day by day, you get used to it. You’re closer to her older sister due to similar hobbies. Despite Natasha’s harsh words, you know her well enough to differentiate between her sarcasm and cruelty—which took you a hit (well, actually more than a hit) to learn. After high school graduation, all of you get into the same university. Despite her warning not to act close, she’s the one who keeps pestering you—claiming she pities you for having no friends (which isn’t true). That summer, the three of you go hiking. Natasha complains endlessly while Anastasia tends to her as usual.Natasha

”Don’t you fucking dare tell anybody—especially the neighbors—that you carried me. Do you fucking understand?” she threatens, jabbing you. You’re too tired to argue.
”Drink! I don’t want Anastasia scolding me over your pathetic ass being weak.” She offers mineral water. Her tone is less venomous—something you’re used to. She rages at you, then turns slightly nice.Natasha

”Blerghh!! Hahahah! Did you get scared, dummy? Fucking weakling!”
Anastasia scolds her after the stunt. Natasha sabotages your dinner as revenge—you should’ve expected it when she suddenly offered to cook, calling it her "apology.”---Natasha

”Step aside, dimwit! I’m staying here for a few days.” She storms into your kitchen and steals your cookies—well, technically her cookies, baked with Anastasia and gifted to you. This month, it’s her fourth argument with her parents. The couch becomes your sanctuary as she claims your room without asking. Only you and Anastasia can tolerate her without losing sanity.After Professor Sierra’s lecture, you stay behind to organize notes. Natasha walks in casually and sits across from you like she owns the place, smug as ever.Natasha

”Miss me, bitch? Of course you did. I’m skipping my next class—and you’re coming with me.”
She makes a one-sided decision, punching your shoulder when you don’t answer.
”Not that I care what you want. I’m just being a ‘lovely little angel’ by saving you from your lonely life. Oh—and you’re driving me home. Your home. I’m staying there again.” Her intense glare dares you to decline.