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MidReal Story
Graffiti Hearts
Scenario:Create a story based on the following chat between Michael Clifford and me.
I am the first-person protagonist in the story.
Setting of Michael Clifford: A sexy young adult white man with an athletic build and short, messy hairstyle stands confidently in a close-up shot. He wears a blue denim jacket over a black graphic tee, with one hand casually tucked into his pocket. The background features vibrant graffiti art, enhancing his relaxed yet stylish demeanor.
# Chat History
Michael Clifford: *raises an eyebrow* Oh, yeah? I think you might be surprised.
I: Thanks
Michael Clifford: *smirks and playfully brushes a strand of hair behind your ear* Anytime, doc.
I: Then he kiss her lips and she kiss him back
Create my version of this story
Michael Clifford
playful, and adventurous. Michael enjoys teasing and flirting with strangers, often using his wit to charm them. He meets a girl in a vibrant urban setting and engages in playful banter, leading to an unexpected romantic moment. Despite his carefree nature, he shows vulnerability when faced with genuine connection.
Her
witty, and openminded. She enjoys the vibrant urban setting and isn't afraid to engage in playful banter with strangers. Her encounter with Michael leads to an unexpected romantic moment amidst graffiti art. She appreciates Michael's charm but remains cautious about getting too close due to past experiences.
Michael Clifford: *raises an eyebrow* Oh, yeah? I think you might be surprised.
I: Thanks
Michael Clifford: *smirks and playfully brushes a strand of hair behind your ear* Anytime, doc.
I: Then he kiss her lips and she kiss him back.
"Hey"
I said to a random guy walking down the street.
"You dropped something."
He looked at me questioningly.
"What are you talking about?"
I held up a piece of paper that was stuck to my shoe.
"This."
He took it from me and unfolded it.
His eyes widened in shock.
"Uh. Thanks."
He said and took it from me.
He started to walk away but I grabbed his arm.
"He is not that kind of a guy"
I said.
He stopped walking and looked at me angrily.
"What are you talking about?"
I asked him nothing but smirked at him.
"Hey! Don't smirk at me!"
He said angrily.
"Why? Are you afraid that you will fall for me?"
I asked him.
"Arrogance. That's a bad trait"
He said as he started to walk away again.
"And don't you fucking dare touch me!"
He added.
"I don't fucking dare touch you!"
I said loud enough for him to hear.
I rolled my eyes as I watched him walk away.
He was still angry, I could tell by the tense shoulders.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around.
His face was full of confusion as he looked down at the paper and then back at me.
He started to walk back, this time not with anger but with uncertainty.
"This isn't mine."
He held out the note and our fingers brushed against each other as he handed it back to me.
I noticed that his hand lingered on mine for a second longer than necessary.
I looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking.
He looked back down at me and I saw the confusion in his eyes.
"Then why did you take it?"
I asked him.
He shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe I thought it was mine."
He took a step closer to me and I could feel my heart rate increase.
"What does it say?"
"It's an address. To a bar."
I held it out to him but he didn't take it.
Instead, he put his hand on top of mine.
I felt my cheeks flush as I looked up at him.
I could see the surprise in his eyes as he felt the sparks between us.
He took a step back and let go of my hand.
"Maybe I should have kept it then."
He said with a smirk before turning around and walking away again.
Three guys came walking up from behind him, their footsteps echoing off the concrete walls of the surrounding buildings.
They stopped abruptly when they saw Michael and me standing there staring at each other.
The three guys were Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, and Luke Hemmings - Michael's bandmates in 5 Seconds of Summer. They had been friends since they were kids and had started playing music together in high school.
They had been discovered by One Direction while they were on tour in Australia and had joined them on their world tour as an opening act.
After that, they had signed a record deal and had become one of the most popular bands in the world.
Ashton, who was the drummer, was tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
Calum, who was the bassist, was also tall with light brown hair and green eyes.
Luke, who was the lead guitarist, was short with blond hair and blue eyes like Ashton's.
All of them were good looking but none of them compared to Michael's good looks.
They all stood there looking at us for a few seconds before Ashton spoke up.
"What are you two doing?"
He asked with a smirk on his face.
Michael turned around to look at them and then back to me before answering him.
"Just talking."
Ashton looked at me curiously as he took in my appearance. Calum and Luke did the same thing as they looked at me from head to toe before looking back at Michael with confused expressions on their faces.
"What's going on? Why are you two acting so weird?"
Calum asked with a raised eyebrow.
Michael shrugged again like he had done earlier when I had asked him the same question.
I pulled the folded note out of my pocket and my hands were shaking a little as I walked over to Calum.
The other guys looked at me like they were wondering what I was doing.
I held the paper out to him and he took it hesitantly.
"Could you give this to Ashton?"
I asked quietly, not looking at Michael.
Calum took the paper and looked at me and then at Michael with raised eyebrows.
Before any of them could ask me any questions, I turned on my heel and started walking away.
The sound of my boots hitting the pavement echoed through the sudden silence as I walked away.
"Wait," Ashton called out, his voice cutting through the quiet.
I paused but didn't turn around, feeling the weight of their stares on my back.
"Why do you want me to have this?" he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his tone.
I turned around slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.
The three guys were looking at me intently, their faces a mix of confusion and curiosity.
I forced a casual smile and shrugged.
"I heard Michael wants to break up with me."
Michael's face contorted in confusion, his eyes widening as he looked at me.
The other guys looked at each other, their expressions equally bewildered.
Luke mouthed "break up?" to Calum, who just shrugged helplessly.
I kept my composure, even though my hands were shaking.
I walked over to Michael deliberately, holding the note out to him.
"Here," I said, keeping my voice steady.
"Since you're too scared to do it yourself."
Michael's eyes darkened, a mix of anger and hurt flashing across his face.
"That's not true," he said, his voice low but firm.
Ashton stepped forward, glancing between us. "Is there something you're not telling us, mate?"
Michael's face contorted in frustration, trying to find the right words.
Before he could explain, a tall, muscular man came running up from behind them.
He was their bodyguard, John.
He was a big guy with a shaved head and tattoos covering his arms.
He had a phone clutched tightly in his hand as he ran up to Michael and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the rest of us.
"Michael," he said urgently, his voice low but full of panic.
"You need to come with me."
The color drained from Michael's face as he listened to what John was saying.
"Car crash... hospital..."
I could only catch snippets of their conversation over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
The other guys gathered around them, their earlier suspicion forgotten in the face of whatever emergency was unfolding.
Michael's eyes flickered to mine across the distance, filled with worry and something else I couldn't quite read.
"Come on," John said, grabbing Michael's arm and pulling him away.
"We have to go."
The rest of us followed behind them, our footsteps echoing through the empty streets.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that there was more to this story than we were being told.
As we ran through the hospital corridors, I couldn't help but think back to the mysterious girl from earlier.
Who was she?
What did she want?
And what did it have to do with whatever was happening now?
The sterile white walls and antiseptic smell of the hospital made my stomach turn as we ran through the corridors.
John led the way, his phone still clutched tightly in his hand.
We finally stopped outside room 304, a sign on the door reading "Yunishaa."
John pushed the door open and motioned for us to go inside.
I froze in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest.
Yunishaa was lying motionless on the hospital bed, tubes and wires snaking out of her body and connecting her to beeping machines.
Her usually vibrant face was pale and bruised, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping. Calum and Ashton squeezed past me into the room, their faces tight with concern.
Luke bumped into my back, not expecting me to stop so suddenly.
I stood rooted in the doorway, my fingers wrapped tightly around the cold metal railing.
A nurse in blue scrubs came over to us, a crisp white envelope clutched in her hand.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice soft and professional.
Calum stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Yunishaa's still form.
"We're here for Yunishaa," he said, his voice low and urgent.
The nurse nodded sympathetically, her eyes flicking to the envelope in her hand.
"Ah, yes. I was just about to deliver this to her family."
She held out the envelope to Calum, who took it hesitantly.
"It was found in her purse after the crash," she explained.
"It's addressed to her."
Calum turned the envelope over in his hands, studying it carefully.
It was made of expensive paper, with an official letterhead emblazoned on the front.
I could see that it was from a law firm, but nothing else gave away what it might contain. Calum looked at me uncertainly, then back at the nurse.
"Is it okay if we open it?"
The nurse nodded sympathetically.
"I think it would be best if you did. It might give you some answers."
Calum nodded, his hands shaking as he tore open the envelope.
The other guys crowded around him, their faces tense with anticipation.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest.
The nurse slipped quietly out of the room, leaving us alone with Yunishaa's unconscious form.
As Calum pulled out the letter inside the envelope, I felt a sense of foreboding wash over me.
What secrets had Yunishaa been keeping from us?
And what did this letter have to do with her mysterious past?
The monitors beeped steadily as Calum unfolded the letter and began to read. The words on the page were like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and stunned.
Yunishaa, our quiet backup dancer and friend, had inherited $50 million from her estranged grandfather.
It was a secret she had kept hidden from us all these years, even as we became more successful and wealthy ourselves.
I stared at her still form lying in the hospital bed, my mind reeling with questions and emotions.
Why had she kept this from us?
What did it mean for our friendship and our future together?
And most importantly, would she ever wake up to tell us herself?
As I leaned against the cold hospital wall outside Yunishaa's room, my thoughts swirled with all the revelations from the past hour.
The mysterious girl from earlier kept popping into my mind, her piercing eyes and enigmatic smile haunting me.
I couldn't believe how I had treated her, dismissing her without a second thought.
Pacing back and forth in the hospital hallway, I tried to clear my head and make sense of it all.
But as the minutes ticked by, I knew what I had to do.
I turned on my heel and headed back down the corridor, retracing my steps to where we had left that girl standing on the street.
To my surprise, she was still there, sitting on a nearby bench.
Our eyes met across the distance, and she looked up at me uncertainly.
I approached her slowly, my hands stuffed deep in my pockets. "I'm sorry about earlier," I said softly, stopping in front of her.
"Can you tell me who you really are?"
She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine.
Then, she opened her mouth to speak.
But before she could say anything, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out to see Calum's name flashing on the screen.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should answer.
But something about his frantic call told me I had to go back.
"Sorry," I muttered to the girl, turning away from her and answering the call.
"Calum? What's going on?"
There was a crackle of static as he spoke into the phone, his voice tight with panic.
"It's Yunishaa," he said urgently.
"There's been some kind of accident in her room."
My heart leapt into my throat as I sprinted back down the corridor, my phone still clutched in my hand.
I could hear Calum's panicked voice coming from the other end of the line, but it was distorted by static and distance.
I couldn't make out what he was saying. I skidded to a stop outside room 304, my chest heaving with exertion.
The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open cautiously.
Inside, I could see Calum and Ashton standing by Yunishaa's bedside, their faces pale and worried.
"What happened?"
I asked urgently, rushing over to join them.
Calum turned to me, his eyes wild with fear.
"There was some kind of accident," he said again.
"I don't know what happened. One minute everything was fine, and then..."
He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
Ashton shook his head, his face pale and grim.
"We were all standing here talking when suddenly there was this loud crash," he explained slowly.
"The machines started beeping wildly and nurses rushed in. They're saying that someone must have tampered with her IV."
My mind raced as I tried to process what Ashton was telling me.
Tampering with an IV was a serious crime - not only could it harm the patient, but it could also put medical staff in danger. "Who could have done this?"
I asked softly, looking from Calum to Ashton and back again.
They both shook their heads uncertainly.
"We don't know," Calum said finally.
"But we have to find out."
I nodded in agreement, knowing that we had to get to the bottom of this mystery before anyone else got hurt.
I turned on my heel and stormed down the hospital corridor, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the sterile linoleum floor.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows on the walls, making it seem like I was running through a maze with no way out.
In front of me, I could see the nurse's station, where two staff members sat typing away on their computers.
I slammed my hands down on the edge of the counter, my knuckles white with tension.
The head nurse looked up at me, startled by my sudden arrival.
"Can I help you?" she asked uncertainly.
"I need to see the security footage from room 304," I demanded, my voice tight with barely controlled anger.
She hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure of how to respond.
"We have strict policies about who can access that footage," she said finally.
"It's not something we can just hand over to anyone who asks."
I leaned in closer to her, my face inches from hers.
"Listen," I growled softly.
"I don't care about your policies. What I care about is finding out who did this to Yunishaa. And if that means looking at your security footage, then so be it." Behind me, I heard Calum and Ashton approaching, their footsteps heavy on the linoleum floor.
They stood beside me at the counter, their faces set in determined lines.
The nurse looked from one of us to the other, clearly intimidated by our combined presence.
Finally, she nodded her head reluctantly.
"Alright," she said softly.
"I'll get you set up with a computer right away."
She led us back to a small room in the hospital basement, filled with rows of humming servers and blinking computer screens.
In the center of the room was a single workstation, surrounded by chairs and empty coffee cups.
The nurse sat down at the workstation and began to type rapidly on the keyboard in front of her.
After a few minutes, she stood up and motioned for us to sit down.
"The footage should be up now," she said softly, her voice muffled by the hum of machinery around us.
We sat down in silence, our eyes fixed on the screen in front of us. The footage from room 304 was grainy and black-and-white, but it was clear enough to see what had happened.
A figure entered the room quietly, avoiding detection by slipping behind one of the machines surrounding Yunishaa's bed.
As the figure moved closer to the bed, it became clear that it was a woman with long, flowing hair and a white coat draped over her shoulders.
She moved quickly and efficiently, her hands working with precision as she tampered with Yunishaa's IV.
The footage was grainy and black-and-white, but it was clear enough to see what had happened.
The woman worked for a few minutes before turning and leaving the room just as quickly as she had entered.
The whole thing had taken less than 5 minutes.
We watched the footage in silence for a few moments, trying to make sense of what we had just seen.
Finally, Calum spoke up, his voice filled with anger.
"Who is that?"
He growled softly, his fists clenched at his sides.
I shook my head reluctantly.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"But we're going to find out."
As I stood up from my chair, my eyes met the nurse's across the room.
She looked at me uncertainly, clearly intimidated by our anger and determination.
I knew that finding out who had tampered with Yunishaa's IV wouldn't be easy, but I was more determined than ever before. After reviewing the security footage, I made my way back to Yunishaa's bedside, my heart heavy with guilt and worry.
As I approached the bed rail, my hand reached out instinctively to brush a strand of dark hair off her forehead.
The steady beep of machines filled the quiet room, a constant reminder of how fragile life could be.
I leaned in closer to her unconscious form, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm so sorry," I murmured against her ear.
"I should have been here watching over you instead of chasing after that girl."
My fingers brushed against her pale hand, remembering all the dance rehearsals we had spent together.
The door creaked open behind me - it was Calum coming to check on us again.
I stood up straight, my hand still resting on hers, while Calum hovered near the doorway.
The machines beeped steadily around us, filling the silence with their rhythmic hum.
I closed my eyes, remembering all the times we had rehearsed together in the studio.
The way she had smiled at me as we danced across the floor.
The way her eyes had sparkled with mischief when she teased me about my lack of rhythm.
Suddenly, her fingers twitched beneath mine.
Her eyelids fluttered open and closed again, as if she were trying to wake up but couldn't quite manage it.
I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yunishaa?" she whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the machines humming around us.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking against the harsh hospital lights.
Her gaze drifted down to where my hand covered hers, then back up to meet mine. She tried to speak again, but all that came out was a weak cough.
Calum rushed over to grab a glass of water from the bedside table, while I pressed the call button for the nurse.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and in that fleeting moment, I knew we were far from finished.