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MidReal Story
Muffin
Scenario:A girl with comically large breasts knocks on an 18 year old man's door, looking for refuge from the storm.
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Alex Harlow
humorous, and cautious. Alex is initially startled by a unexpected visitor at his door. She later learns his name from a business card left by the girl who sought shelter in his room. His cat, Muffin, seems to approve of the stranger, which slightly alarms him.
Nina
humorous, and chatty. Prolific in her nervousness, she knocks on Alex's door and enters with trepidation. Her comically large breasts are the initial focus of their interaction. As the storm rages on, she reveals her name is Nina and shares more personal details with Alex, forging a tentative connection in the awkward circumstances.
I was working on my laptop when someone knocked on my door.
It was probably one of my friends stopping by to pick something up or ask me a question.
I looked up and walked over to the door, but when I opened it, no one was there.
Or so I thought.
After closer inspection, I found a young woman huddled in the corner, dripping wet and staring up at me.
Her eyes were wide with fear, and for a second, I thought she might attack me.
I mean who wouldn’t?
I was clearly a threat.
She slowly rose to her feet and brushed her hair back.
Her breasts were comically large.
I wasn’t even kidding myself; that’s the first thing I noticed.
They were huge.
I mean who needs implants when God blesses you with those kinds of gifts?
She had to be at least five-foot tall and her frame was small, so they were disproportionate to her body, but she didn’t seem to mind.
She smiled weakly and said hello before brushing past me and into my room.
I turned around and looked for someone else because surely this girl wasn’t talking to me.
But there was no one else there, so I turned back around and found her shaking like a leaf while staring at me.
"Can I help you?"
I asked.
She swallowed hard and said, "I’m sorry to intrude, but I was walking down the street when the storm hit."
I stepped back from the doorway and watched as she dripped rainwater all over my carpet.
She kept wrapping her arms around herself, shivering, but I didn’t see how she could be cold.
Her clothes were plastered to her skin.
I walked to my bathroom and grabbed my cleanest towel from the rack.
It was the blue one that I usually saved for guests.
I walked back out into the living room and found her still standing in the same spot.
"Here," I said, holding out the towel.
"You can sit on the couch if you want."
She took the towel with trembling fingers and dabbed at her face first.
I cleared some textbooks off the couch and stacked them on the coffee table.
Moving to the kitchen, I filled my electric kettle with water and plugged it in.
I kept an eye on her through the doorway.
She was perched on the edge of my couch, dabbing at her clothes with the towel.
My cat Muffin was circling around her feet.
Muffin was usually a mean cat, but she seemed to be friendly with this girl.
The kettle clicked off, and I poured two mugs of chamomile tea.
I added honey to both of them and walked back into the living room.
Her shoulders were still trembling slightly, but she seemed to be warming up.
I set the mugs on the coffee table and sat down in my desk chair.
"Thank you," she said softly, wrapping her hands around the warm mug.
I sat across from her, and the rain drummed against the windows.
She sipped her tea, and every so often, her eyes would meet mine before darting away.
"So what brings you to college?"
I asked.
"I’m an art major," she said, smiling.
"I’m a psych major," I said.
"Are you going to be a shrink?"
She laughed.
"Maybe. I don’t know yet."
Muffin jumped up onto her lap and started purring.
She stroked Muffin’s head with her fingers, and Muffin nuzzled her hand.
Muffin was a mean cat, but she seemed to approve of this girl.
"What’s your name?" she asked me.
"Nina," I said softly.
"I’m Nina too," she said, smiling at me.
"Isn’t that funny?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling back at her.
"So what do you like to do for fun?"
I asked her.
"I like to paint and draw. I like to read. I like to watch movies."
"Me too," I said, smiling at her again.
The storm raged on outside, but inside my apartment, it was warm and cozy.
We talked for hours until the storm finally died down. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" I asked her as the clock struck midnight.
"I don’t want you walking home in the dark."
She smiled at me gratefully and nodded her head yes.
I walked over to my closet and pulled out a spare blanket.
I threw it over the back of the couch.
She looked up at me, and I smiled at her.
We talked for a few more minutes before we both fell silent.
It was a comfortable silence.
It wasn’t awkward, and I didn’t feel the need to fill it.
I was working on my laptop when there was a deafening crack outside.
I jumped up from my chair and walked to the window.
Nina followed behind me.
Through the rain-streaked glass, I could see a flash of lightning illuminating the sky.
There was a massive oak tree lying across the street, its thick branches stretching from sidewalk to sidewalk.
It had crushed a parked car underneath it.
Nina’s hand gripped my shoulder as another thunderclap shook the building.
Muffin darted under the couch and started hissing at the noise.
I pulled the curtains closed, but Nina stood there frozen by the window.
Her hand trembled in mine as I pulled her away from the window.
She didn’t seem to be looking at me.
Her eyes were fixed on the curtains.
Her shoulders were tense, and her hand was still gripping my shoulder tightly.
I guided her back to the couch and sat her down.
She immediately pulled the blanket tight around herself.
Muffin came out from under the couch and jumped up onto her lap.
He started kneading the blanket with his paws.
Her breathing started to steady, and she started to stroke his fur.
Another thunderclap shook the building, but she flinched less violently this time.
I walked over to the coffee table and picked up her mug of tea.
It had cooled down a bit, so I pressed it into her hands.
I stifled a yawn, and she continued to pet Muffin.
Her hands were steadier now, but her eyes would still dart to the curtained window every time there was another thunderclap.
The clock on my mantle read 2 AM.
"I need to get some sleep," I said softly to her.
"But wake me up if you need anything."
She nodded her head yes and pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
I grabbed a couple of extra pillows from my bedroom and set them beside her on the couch.
I turned off the lamp on my end table, but I left the small lamp on the coffee table on so that she wouldn’t be in the dark.
I made sure she had clear access to both the bathroom and kitchen before I walked back to my bedroom.
I paused at my bedroom door and looked back at her.
I was awakened by a soft knock on my bedroom door.
I sat up in bed and turned on my bedside lamp.
Nina stood in the doorway, and the dim hallway light illuminated her from behind.
She had my blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and Muffin was weaving between her legs.
"Another tree just fell outside," she said softly.
Her voice quivered slightly.
"I’m too scared to stay out there alone."
She looked down at the floor, and I could see her shoulders shaking slightly.
"Can I sleep on your floor?"
I hesitated for a moment before I grabbed my spare pillow from my closet and spread it out on the carpet beside my bed.
She lay down on it, and Muffin curled up against her chest.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain.
I nodded, watching as Muffin purred contentedly against her.
"There's something I need to tell you," she continued, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and determination.
She clutched the blanket tighter around herself and sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor.
Muffin was still purring in her lap, and she stared at her hands as she picked at a loose thread on the blanket.
The rain continued to fall steadily outside, and I waited on my bed for her to continue.
She opened her mouth to speak, but then a flash of lightning illuminated the room, and she stopped.
She waited until the thunder had faded away before she took a deep breath and looked up at me.
Her fingers twisted the thread harder as she whispered, "I didn’t come to your door by accident."
"I need your help with something dangerous."
I slide down to sit on the floor beside her, keeping a respectful distance but close enough to show I’m listening.
She clutches the blanket tighter around herself, her knuckles white against the fabric.
Muffin stretches and repositions himself between us, his tail twitching.
Her eyes dart between my face and the door, her breathing shallow and quick.
When another flash of lightning illuminates the room, I see tears forming in her eyes.
She reaches into her pocket with trembling fingers and pulls out a crumpled photograph.
I stare at her, trying to understand what she’s trying to say.
But before I can ask anything, Muffin looks up at me and speaks in a clear human voice, "You’re both wasting time."
My eyes widen in shock as Muffin stands up, stretches, and walks out of the room.
I turn back to Nina, who is staring at the spot where Muffin had been.
Her hands are shaking, and she drops the photograph on the floor.
"Did your cat just...?"
She trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
We both sit there in stunned silence, unsure of what to do next.
The storm continues to rage outside, but inside my room, everything has come to a standstill.
Finally, I stand up and walk over to my bedroom door.
I reach down with trembling fingers to retrieve the fallen photograph from where it landed face-down on my bedroom floor.
Nina makes no move to stop me as I carefully lift it, noticing its worn edges and creased corners.
The image shows a group of people in lab coats standing around what appears to be a large metal chamber.
In the background, partially obscured, I see something that makes my breath catch - a cat that looks exactly like Muffin, perched on a desk and staring directly at the camera.