Scenario:Me and my crush got stuck in a closet during a lock down in school that lasted for 4 hours
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Me and my crush got stuck in a closet during a lock down in school that lasted for 4 hours
Ethan
He is a high school student with a passion for music. He is anxious, introspective, and humorous. During a school lockdown, he and his crush, Emily, are trapped in a closet together. The situation sparks a deep connection, leading to a heartfelt moment where Ethan confesses his feelings and shares his dreams of becoming a musician. The experience leaves him both exhilarated and intimidated by the possibility of pursuing a career in music.
Emily
She is a high school student with a kind and caring nature. She is supportive, gentle, and patient. Trapped in the closet during a school lockdown, she unexpectedly connects with Ethan, revealing her interest in art. The shared experience deepens their bond, and she encourages Ethan to pursue his passion for music. Her presence and understanding have a profound impact on Ethan, leaving him with a sense of hope and potential for future opportunities.
Morgan
She is Ethan's best friend and classmate. She is outgoing, bold, and overbearing at times. Noticing Ethan's absence during the lockdown, she confronts Emily about her involvement with Ethan. Although her intentions may be misguided, Morgan's actions reveal her protective nature toward Ethan. Her presence without being in the closet with Ethan still indirectly influences the events unfolding between him and Emily, adding complexity to their dynamics.
I was used to lockdowns.
They happened frequently in my school.
Too frequently.
And every time they were called, I wished I could hide under my desk, but that wasn’t allowed.
Instead, I had to crouch on the floor and hope no one decided to shoot through the walls.
Today’s lockdown was different, though.
It wasn’t just me hiding.
I was in a closet with my crush.
And not just any crush.
The girl who’d been the center of my fantasies for the last year.
The girl I never thought I’d have the courage to talk to.
But here I was, trapped with her, and she knew my name.
And we were in a closet together.
For four hours.
Yeah, this lockdown was different.
Because now I had hope, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Are you okay?"
Emily asked after the school was finally given the all clear, and we were allowed out of the closet.
I nodded, unsure how to answer that question.
Was I okay?
I had no idea.
I felt like I was floating outside of my body, watching myself move through the world.
My heart was still pounding.
My palms were sweaty.
My mouth was dry.
But we were alive.
And the fluorescent lights overhead were so much brighter after hours of darkness.
We stood in the hallway, watching students run past us, eager to get to their parents.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, watching Emily tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.
I knew that shoulder.
I’d had my own pressed up against it for hours in that tiny closet.
My throat was so dry.
I tried to swallow, but I couldn’t.
Emily turned her brown eyes on me, and I felt myself freeze in place.
She tilted her head to the side, her eyes searching my face like she could see into my soul if she looked hard enough. I needed to say something, anything to break this silence between us, but what?
She knew my name.
What else did she know about me?
That I spent most of my time reading?
That I was obsessed with movies and music from the sixties?
That I didn’t have many friends because I was always too shy to talk to anyone new?
That I’d spent an entire year pining after her and never had the courage to tell her?
"Lockdowns are intense," I finally said, and my voice cracked on the last word.
Emily smiled softly, her eyes never leaving mine.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, hyperaware of how close she still stood.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast shadows across her face as she adjusted the strap of her backpack.
My fingers drummed against my leg, playing out the rhythm to "California Dreamin’" – the song I’d hummed during our time in the closet.
She’d recognized it instantly.
Now, standing here, that moment felt both distant and electric.
The hallway buzzed with other students emerging from their hiding spots, but Emily remained focused on me, waiting for something more than my awkward silence.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything, a voice cut through the crowd.
"Katie!"
I turned toward the voice, but Emily's hand brushed mine, anchoring me in that moment.
