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MidReal Story
My Best Friend's Secret Crush
Scenario:An asian girl named Alayna Tran, who has a cute face, and wears a lot of revealing clothes such as small crop tops and skirts, had fallen deeply in lust with me, and a bit of love., Avon, a very handsome, young looking asian boy, middle part hairstyle, wears a lot of nice clothes, am oblivious of Alayna's feelings and have no idea, we don't really talk much but Alayna really wants to get closer to me so she thinks about ways she is able to try and win my heart.
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Avon Tran
known for his handsome looks and nice clothes. He is oblivious, naive, and unaware of the romantic feelings around him. Avon has a close friendship with Alayna Tran, but he doesn't realize her deep affection for him. Despite their limited interactions, he values their connection and enjoys her company. Avon's innocence and lack of awareness create an intriguing dynamic in his relationship with Alayna.
Alayna Tran
often wearing small crop tops and skirts. She is passionate, determined, and romantic. Alayna harbors deep feelings for Avon Tran, her close friend since childhood. Despite their limited interactions, she longs to be closer to him and contemplates ways to win his heart. Her boldness in expressing her desires contrasts with Avon's unawareness of her affections.
Jace Chen
playful, and supportive. Jace frequently teases Avon about his relationships or lack thereof but remains a loyal friend. His presence adds humor to the story through his lighthearted interactions with Avon.
There is this girl, her name is Alayna Tran.
She has a cute face and I don't know what she was thinking.
She always wears clothes that are not enough to cover her body.
She likes to wear small crop tops and skirts.
Sometimes I catch her staring at me, but I don't know what she is thinking.
I think she has fallen in deep lust with me, and maybe a little bit of love.
I am a boy, asian, middle part hairstyle, young looking for my age, and I wear nice clothes.
I am handsome, but I am oblivious to the fact that women and girls are attracted to me.
I have no idea that Alayna likes me or even loves me.
We don't really talk that much but I had known her since we were young.
She is a good person and I enjoy having her by my side.
She is passionate and determined to get what she wants.
She had fallen in deep lust with me and maybe a little bit of love.
She had fallen for me so deeply that she wanted to be my girlfriend or even more than that.
She thinks about what she can do or how she can get my heart.
She thinks every day about what she can do or how she can win my heart.
She thinks every day what gift or what thing she can give to me so I fall in love with her.
One day during lunch break, I sit at my usual place in the cafeteria, and I am eating my meal while scrolling through my phone.
I feel a bit strange, like someone is watching me.
I just casually glance over my shoulder and I see Alayna quickly averting her gaze.
Her chopsticks are frozen halfway to her mouth.
Her cheeks turn pink and she pretends to be interested in her lunch.
Her eyes were unfocused, lost in thought, before she turned away.
"Alayna, is everything okay?" I ask, putting my phone down and looking directly at her.
She hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath, "I need to tell you something important, something I've been holding back for too long."
My heart skips a beat as she continues, "I've liked you since we were kids, and I can't keep pretending anymore."
I stare at her in stunned silence, my chopsticks clattering onto the cafeteria table.
Her words echo in my mind, and memories flood back.
All those times I caught her looking at me, her nervous laughter when I was near, the way she'd adjust her crop top when I passed by.
My chest tightens as I realize I've been suppressing my own feelings for her, afraid of ruining our friendship.
The noise of the cafeteria fades away as I watch her fidget with the hem of her skirt, waiting for my response.
Her vulnerability sparks something protective in me.
"Alayna, I never realized... I've felt something too, but I was scared of losing what we have," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes widen in surprise, a glimmer of hope replacing the uncertainty.
"So, does this mean we can try being more than friends?" she asks softly, her gaze searching mine for reassurance.
I nod, a smile spreading across my face.
"I'd like that," I say, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
The tension dissipates, replaced by an electric anticipation.
We sit in silence for a moment, the weight of our confessions settling between us.
Then, without a word, we both stand up and walk out of the cafeteria together.
As we stroll home, our footsteps fall into sync, and the air is charged with an unspoken understanding.
We steal glances at each other, the thrill of our newfound connection simmering beneath the surface.
When we reach Alayna's house, she turns to me with a hesitant smile.
"Want to come in for a bit?" she asks, her voice tinged with nervousness.
My pulse quickens at the prospect of being alone with her in her home.
I nod, and she leads me inside.
We climb the stairs to her room, the silence thickening with every step.
She opens the door and gestures for me to enter.
I step inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through her curtains.
She closes the door behind us and walks over to her bed, patting the space beside her. I hesitate for a moment before joining her on the bed.
The mattress dips under my weight, and I feel Alayna's gaze on me.
Our shoulders touch, sending shivers down my spine.
Her scent—a mix of floral perfume and sweet vanilla—envelops me, intoxicating my senses.
"It's okay," she whispers, sensing my unease.
"My parents won't be home for hours."
I nod, trying to calm my racing heart.
She inches closer, our knees touching now.
Our hands rest beside each other on the bed, our fingers brushing against one another's.
Without looking up at me, she gently intertwines our fingers.
The simple act sends a jolt of electricity through me.
She pulls me down beside her onto the bed, and we lie there facing each other.
"Do you remember the time we got lost in the woods during that school trip?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I chuckle softly, nodding, "Yeah, we were so scared but ended up finding that hidden pond."
Her eyes light up with the memory, "That was the first time I realized how much I wanted you to be a part of my life."
Our hands remain linked, and I feel her shifting closer on the bed.
Her perfume grows stronger, filling my senses.
She traces her fingers up my arm, sending goosebumps down my skin.
"I've wanted this for so long," she whispers, her breath warm against my neck.
I turn to face her, our noses almost touching.
Her eyes dart to my lips before locking with mine.
Time seems to slow as she leans in, closing the gap between us.
Our lips meet hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence.
In that moment, everything else fades away, leaving just us and the promise of what could be.