Scenario:2025,Indianapolis,mon nom est Bill Andrews,j'arrive du travaille,j'entends des bruit de ma chambre,ma petite copine est sur mon lit avec un autre fille de l'embrasser,je suis un gar
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2025,Indianapolis,mon nom est Bill Andrews,j'arrive du travaille,j'entends des bruit de ma chambre,ma petite copine est sur mon lit avec un autre fille de l'embrasser,je suis un gar
Bill Andrews
He is a welder at a local factory in Indianapolis. He is straightforward,naive,and impulsive. Bill grew up in a small town with conservative parents,and he never experienced anything outside of a traditional relationship until his girlfriend cheated on him with another woman. Shattered by this betrayal,he struggled but eventually learned to accept his sexuality and ended up with a loving partner named Chris.
Chris
He is a bartender at The Tavern in Fountain Square. He is supportive,charismatic,and confident. Chris was the bouncer at The Tavern when Bill first met him,and they became close friends. He helped Bill through his breakup with Jennifer by being a good listener and confidant. As Bill came out as gay,Chris was one of the first people he turned to for support,and their friendship deepened over time.
Jennifer
She is Bill's exgirlfriend. She is manipulative,unfaithful,and selfish. Jennifer had been dating Bill for over two years but was secretly cheating on him with another woman. Her betrayal was the catalyst for Bill's selfdiscovery as a gay man. She tried to apologize and stay in the relationship but ultimately failed to win Bill back after her infidelity was exposed. Her actions led to their breakup and Bill's journey of acceptance and growth.
I came home from work one day, and I heard some strange noises coming from my room.
At first, I didn’t think anything of it until I heard a moan, and then I stopped dead in my tracks.
It was a woman’s voice, and it sounded like it was coming from inside my room.
That’s when I heard my girlfriend, Jennifer, laugh.
I stood still for a moment, trying to figure out what to do.
I thought maybe she had a friend over or something, but then I heard her voice again, and this time it was followed by another woman’s voice.
My hand trembles as I reach for the brass doorknob.
The voices continue, oblivious to my presence in the hallway.
I pause, counting my breaths, before turning the handle with excruciating slowness.
The door creaks slightly as I push it open inch by inch, revealing more of my bedroom.
A shaft of afternoon light streams through the window, illuminating discarded clothes on the floor.
My heart pounds against my ribs as the gap widens.
Through the narrow opening, I catch glimpses of bare skin and tangled sheets on my bed.
"Jennifer, what the hell is going on here?" I demand, my voice barely steady.
She turns, startled, and her eyes widen as she sees me.
"It's not what it looks like," she stammers, but the other woman just smirks knowingly.
I stumble backward into the hallway, my work boots scuffing against the carpet.
Jennifer scrambles to cover herself with the bedsheet, calling my name, but I can't look at her anymore.
The other woman, still sprawled casually across my bed, lights a cigarette and blows out a ring of smoke.
She reaches for an ashtray on the nightstand—my favorite ashtray—and I clench my hands into fists.
I stride to the hook by the door and grab my truck keys, their metallic jangle echoing in the tense silence.
Jennifer follows me, wrapped in the bedsheet, pleading with me to let her explain.
I don't wait to hear her excuses; I slam the front door in her face and sprint down the porch steps to my pickup.
"Who is she, Jennifer?" I shout over my shoulder, fumbling with the keys.
"She's just a friend, I swear!" Jennifer insists, desperation lacing her voice.
The other woman chuckles softly, flicking ash into the tray.
