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My Crush Becomes My Boyfriend
Scenario:I read the letter from my crush. It said, 'I want you, I need you, Emily. I must kiss you. Meet me tomorrow in a private place.' I was desperate for him but hadn’t known he felt the same.
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James
He is a young man with a deep,unrequited infatuation on Emily. He is determined,passionate,and hopeful. James has harbored his feelings for Emily for years,struggling with the silence between them. Inspired by romantic novels,he takes the initiative to express his feelings through a letter. His bravery pays off when Emily responds with affection,igniting a new chapter in their relationship.
Emily
She is a woman who unknowingly captivated James with her kindness and beauty. She is gentle,shy,and receptive. Initially,she views James as a friend,unaware of his deeper feelings. Her response to his letter surprises him,revealing her romantic feelings as well. Their shared moment of intimacy and vulnerability begins a romantic journey for both.
I was holding the letter from my crush, and my hands were slightly shaking.
I had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and finally, it came.
The letter said, 'I want you, I need you, Emily.
I must kiss you.
Meet me tomorrow in a private place.'
I was desperate for him to want me as badly as I wanted him, but I had never known that he felt the same.
I had been watching him for years, and I had been keeping the distance because I didn’t know if he would be okay with that.
Now that I knew he felt the same, everything changed.
I was no longer able to keep the distance between us.
I mustered my courage and wrote a response to his letter.
Then I waited for him the next day.
When he came, his eyes locked onto mine immediately.
He looked so happy when he saw me, and I could tell that you couldn’t fake that kind of happiness.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back before he kissed my forehead gently.
'I’m glad you’re here,' he said softly.
'I wouldn’t miss it for the world.'
'I hope everything goes well between us,' I said with a nervous voice.
'Of course it will,' he said confidently.
'There is no doubt about that.'
'I want you so badly,' I said with a shy voice.
He smiled and took my hand before he led me through the busy streets of the city.
My heart was racing, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears.
We walked for a few minutes until we reached a familiar place.
It was an old building with a neon sign that read "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, which was almost empty except for a few cars.
I held his hand tightly as he led me toward the entrance.
The smell of pizza and the distant sound of arcade machines filled the air.
I hesitated for a moment, my fingers wrapped around the door handle.
This was the place where I had spent so many birthdays as a child, where I had eaten countless slices of pizza and played games with my friends.
It was a place that held so many memories for me, and now it was about to hold another one. He squeezed my hand gently, encouraging me to open the door.
I took a deep breath and pulled it open, the bell above us chiming loudly.
I guided Emily through the dimly lit entrance, the familiar jingle of the door chime ringing in my ears.
The arcade machines blinked and buzzed in the background, their sounds mingling with the murmur of conversations from other customers.
We weaved between empty tables, my hand still clasped around Emily's.
Her fingers were warm and delicate in mine, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
I glanced around for a moment, searching for the perfect spot to sit.
My eyes landed on a corner booth, partially hidden by a decorative pizza-shaped partition.
It was tucked away enough to give us some privacy, yet still close enough to feel the energy of the pizzeria.
I nudged Emily gently toward the booth, and she followed without hesitation.
The red vinyl seats creaked softly as I slid in first, then I turned and gently tugged her hand to follow me into the booth. She paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the vintage animatronic posters that adorned the walls.
A faint smile played on her lips as she took in the nostalgic atmosphere of Freddy Fazbear's.
Finally, she settled into the booth beside me, our thighs touching lightly under the table.