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MidReal Story
A Bee In Honey
Scenario:Brooke was dancing in the club, having a great time slightly drunk. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, unwanted presence. She froze and didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t confrontational. Then a familiar presence slinked her slender hand across her waist. She faced this person and saw abee a familiar third year. She instinctively fell into her embrace. Abbe said to trust her in which she put on a show with Brooke to get the guy away. Brooke felt shook up by the experience. Abee took Brooke back to their flat where she looked after her and gave her a pep talk on how it wasn’t her fault. She stroked brookes hair to sleep and talked to calm her.
Brooke - a Brünette, blue eyed first year. Naives to the world but can be confident in her own way. Feels abbé is a protective for her, starts to gain feelings for her.
Abbe- a blonde, tall confident third year. Very confident and protective of those she cares about. Has a bond with Brooke, with transforms into showing her and guiding her through intimacy.
The city, both study at a performing arts college, and the event happens in the club. This then transforms their relationship into one of abbé teaching and guiding Brooke to have more knowledge and confidence of herself.
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Brooke
She is a firstyear student at a performing arts college. She is naive,confident,and impulsive. She often finds herself in situations she doesn't fully understand,like interacting with a woman in a club. She has a close bond with Abbe,a thirdyear student who has taken her under her wing. Brooke experiences an unexpected moment with Abbe in the club,leading to an ongoing development of their relationship. She is learning to be more confident and independent while navigating new experiences.
Abbe
She is a thirdyear student at the performing arts college,focused on set design. She is confident,protective,and assertive. Abbe takes Brooke under her wing and introduces her to new experiences with confidence and intentionality. Their bond deepens after an incident at the club,where Abbe takes charge and guides Brooke through the situation. Abbe shows Brooke what it means to be confident,assertive,and desirable,leaving a lasting impression on Brooke.
Nina
She is Brooke's roommate and friend at the performing arts college. She is outgoing,bold,and perceptive. Nina often encourages Brooke to be more confident in her choices and less influenced by others. While not directly involved in the events at the club,she supports Brooke from afar by being part of her social circle. Her presence contributes to Brooke's growth by providing a contrast to Brooke's more reserved nature.
I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was or who was around me as I danced; I was slightly drunk, and my mind was elsewhere.
I’d had a great night with my new roommate, and maybe… just maybe… I’d have a third year ask me out.
I’d heard it happened; girls in my class had gotten asked out by older students before.
While I wasn’t exactly a ‘yes girl’—confident in my own way, but not usually willing to just jump into things—I was willing to make an exception this time.
I wanted to see what it would be like.
I’d been told that the older girls at our school were amazing; they knew what they were doing and could show you things you’d never even imagined.
It sounded wonderful.
I’d been warned that it could be scary at first, but after a little while, I’d be begging for it.
They were right; it was wonderful.
At first, I was shocked and a little scared, but then I started begging for more.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt; everything they told me about the older girls was true.
I let my body relax against her steady frame, her warmth seeping through the thin material of my club dress.
The bass still pounded around us, but I focused on her hand as it slid up my arm, then back down again.
Her touch was grounding after that creep had grabbed me, and I let myself calm down.
My heart rate slowed, and I started to sway to the music with her.
Our bodies moved together naturally, like we’d been dancing together for years.
She leaned forward and said something in my ear, but I couldn’t make out the words over the music.
I shivered at the feel of her breath on my skin, and she tightened her arms around me slightly.
I turned my head a little so that I could breathe in her scent; vanilla and something spicy.
I leaned back into her again, letting her hold me as the lights pulsed around us.
Her fingers kept tracing patterns on my arm while we swayed together, and I let my mind wander.
The creepy guy who’d grabbed me was long gone, and I couldn’t remember why I’d been so upset in the first place.
The music thumped through my chest, matching the quick beat of my heart as her lips brushed against my ear again.
This time I caught the words, "Want to get some air?"
I nodded and let her guide me through the crowd.
Her hand never left mine, and my skin tingled where she touched me.
The heavy club door swung shut behind us, muffling the pounding music into a distant thrum.
Abbe’s hand stayed firmly clasped in mine as she guided me along the brick wall, away from the smokers clustered near the entrance.
My legs felt unsteady, partly from the drinks and partly from the lingering adrenaline of what had happened inside.
We paused beneath a flickering streetlight, and Abbe positioned herself between me and the street, her tall frame blocking the occasional passing car.
The night air cooled the sweat on my skin, making me shiver.
My back pressed against the rough brick wall as she stepped closer, her height making me tilt my head up to meet her gaze.
The streetlight caught the gold flecks in her green eyes, and the shadows played across her sharp cheekbones.
She placed one hand beside my head, her other still holding mine, thumb brushing over my knuckles.
The bass from the club vibrated through the wall behind me, matching the quick beat of my heart.
Her vanilla perfume filled my senses as she leaned down, her blonde hair falling forward to brush my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice low and steady, cutting through the night air.
I nodded, but my voice betrayed me as I whispered, "I think he knew who I was."
Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her features.
I watched her expression shift from concern to playfulness as she tugged my hand, pulling me away from the streetlight.
My feet stumbled slightly on the uneven pavement as she led me deeper into the narrow alley beside the club.
Brick walls rose up on either side of us, casting long shadows in the dim light that filtered down from above.
The music grew muffled, though I could still feel the bass vibrating through the wall.
Abbe’s blonde hair caught the faint light as she turned to face me, backing up slowly while holding both my hands.
"Why would he know you?" she asked, her voice teasing but with an edge of curiosity.
I hesitated, then admitted, "I think he’s connected to my brother."
Her eyebrows shot up, surprise mingling with intrigue as she whispered, "The one who disappeared last year?"
I leaned back against the alley wall, my head spinning from the alcohol and her closeness.
She stepped forward, eliminating the space between us, her hands still gripping mine.
The rough brick scraped my back through the thin fabric of my dress as I tried to steady myself.
Abbe’s protective stance blocked my view of the street, but I could hear footsteps approaching.
My heart pounded in my chest as she pressed closer, her body shielding mine completely.
She released one of my hands to brush my hair back, her fingers lingering on the bare skin of my neck.
The footsteps grew louder, and I felt her tense up.
"Do you think he's following us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady as I replied, "I don't know, but we can't stay here."
Her grip on my hand tightened as she nodded, determination replacing the playfulness in her eyes.
