MidReal Story

My Bestie and My Girlfriend

Allen

Scenario:Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair. She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout. “This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin. "Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.

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Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair. She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout. “This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin. "Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.

Ethan Blake

betrayed boyfriend,friends with Jake and dating Belle,short brown hair,green eyes,protective and suspicious

Belle Simmons

central figure in the situation,dating Ethan and friends with Jake,long blonde hair,blue eyes,secretive and apologetic

Jake Rivers

barber and friend to both Ethan and Belle,short black hair,hazel eyes,charismatic and mischievous

I pushed open the heavy door of my best friend Jake's barbershop and stepped inside.

The familiar scent of bay rum and sandalwood filled my nose, and the hum of clippers buzzed in the air.

"Hey, man," I said, spotting Jake himself cutting the hair of one of his regulars.

He looked up, a grin splitting his face.

"Hey! What brings you here?"

"Just thought I'd say hi."

I ambled over to his station.

"How's business?"

"Can't complain," he said, running a hand through his short black hair.

"Want a trim?"

"Nah, I'm good."

I leaned against the wall and watched as he expertly snipped a customer's hair.

Just as I was starting to get bored, the door swung open and a familiar blonde head popped in.

"Hey, Jake," she said.

"Be right with you."

She tossed her long hair over her shoulder and sat down in the waiting area.

My green eyes narrowed as I took in Belle Simmons' appearance.

Her dark blue sweater was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a lacy black bra underneath.

Her tight jeans were unfastened at the waist, and her black boots were hooked around the legs of the chair.

A flush stained her cheeks, and her lips looked puffy.