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Title: My Friend, My Love.
Pairing: Maria/Isabella.
Rating: G.
Summary: Isabella wants to spend the day studying and learning but her companion, Maria, would rather Isabella's full attention was on her.



“Isabella, come here.” Maria gestured for her friend to join her on the bed they shared, “we all need a rest, yes?”

Isabella glanced nervously at the work she had on the desk in front of her. “I’m sorry, Maria, but I have a lot of work to do.” Isabella wondered why her friend was always trying to distract her like this when it had been her who had pushed Isabella so vehemently to learn and get a decent education. “I can rest later.” Isabella sighed.

Maria pouted, “But you can rest now and work later.”

“I’ll never get around to it and you know that,” Isabella chuckled softly.

“Here.” Maria pointed at the bed in a light-hearted command.

Isabella sighed, knowing she couldn’t win, and got up from the desk, “I want to learn and grow up intelligent, Maria.”

Maria shrugged and laughed, “I guess you’ll have to settle for being average.”

Isabella made her way to the bed, sitting next to Maria with her arms crossed in a jokingly upset way. “I don’t want to be only average.”

“Aw,” Maria ran a hand through her friend’s long black hair, “don’t worry, my girl, you’ll always be a bright spark to me.”

Isabella relaxed and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling with her hands crossed over her chest. “The rest of the world won’t think I’m a bright spark,” she turned her head to face Maria; “they’ll just think I’m like you.”

Maria laughed and tapped Isabella lightly on the nose. “Cheeky girl, that mouth will get you into trouble one of these days,” she lay on her side and propped her head up on her hand, “I like to think that I’m above average really.” She smoothed the side of her dress uncertainly, “am I wrong?”

“You teach me things,” Isabella replied, “I think you’re very smart, I learn so many new things from you, and you’re so wise about the world.”

Her friend waved her hand dismissively, “I’ve still got a lot to learn; I don’t think I’m truly grown up yet,” she sighed, “maybe in a few more years, with a few more travels, I’ll be there.”