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My Forbidden Crush
Scenario:I'm on my way home when I noticed an old friend walking. I pull over and ask him if he deeded a lift. I'm chet I'm openly gay his name is Marty and he's had hidden feeling for me and hadn't told me.
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Chet
He is a driver who stops to offer a ride to an acquaintance. He is kindhearted, observant, and cautious. He notices Marty's presence and decides to help him, showing his willingness to help strangers in need. Chet is selfconscious about his appearance due to a birthmark on his cheek, but he is proud of his car and enjoys driving. His interaction with Marty reveals his friendly and caring nature.
Marty
He is an acquaintance who encounters Chet while seeking a ride home. He is quiet, introspective, and emotionally restrained. Marty has hidden feelings for Chet and hesitates to express them. He appreciates Chet's willingness to help him reach his destination. Their interaction hints at unspoken affection between the two characters, with Marty seeming relieved to receive assistance from Chet.
As I drive home, I see someone walking down the side of the road.
I slow down and pull over.
The guy looks up and sees me coming.
He stops and waits.
"Hey, do you need a ride somewhere?"
I ask.
It’s none of my business, but I don’t want him to get hit by a car.
The man steps closer and I realize who it is.
"Marty," I say.
"Hey, Chet. What are you doing out here?"
"I was going home," he says.
"Do you need a ride?"
I ask again.
It would be stupid to walk all the way to his house in the dark.
"Uh…"
He looks at his feet and then back at me.
"Yeah. Thanks."
He walks around the passenger side and opens the door.
"Go ahead and get in," I tell him.
"I’ll go around."
I walk to the driver’s side and get in my car.
He’s quiet as we drive down the road.
I haven’t seen Marty in a while, but I know his family lives around here somewhere.
We went to school together, but he’s a year older than me.
When he left for college, I didn’t see him much anymore.
Occasionally, I would see him when he came home on break, but we didn’t talk much then either.
I glance at him while keeping my eyes on the road.
The streetlights cast shadows across his face as he shifts in the seat.
His fingers drum against his thigh and he takes a deep breath before answering.
The heater hums softly, filling the space between us.
When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than before, almost hesitant.
"I just got a job at the bank," he says.
His eyes keep darting toward me and then away.
I notice his hand gripping the door handle tightly, his knuckles white.
The tension in the car grows thicker with each passing mile.
"That's great, Marty," I say, glancing over at him.
"Yeah, but there's something else," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I found out they're planning to close it down in a few months."
I pull into a gas station to refuel.
The dim fluorescent lights illuminate the parking lot, casting long shadows across the ground.
I need to get gas before I head home.
Marty’s revelation about the bank hangs in the air, heavy and unspoken.
I turn off the engine and step out of the car, leaving Marty in the passenger seat.
As I pump gas, I glance back at him through the window.
He hasn’t moved, his head still bowed, shoulders slumped against the seat.
His hand remains curled around the door handle, a subtle sign of his distress.
Suddenly, he lifts his hand to his face and wipes his eyes quickly, as if trying to brush away tears.
The sight tugs at my heart.
Back inside the car, I turn off the radio and face him directly.
The fluorescent lights cast an artificial glow on his worried features.
I take a deep breath before speaking. "We can figure something out," I say, my voice gentle but resolute.
"We could work together to find a solution for the bank."
Marty’s head snaps up, his eyes meeting mine for the first time tonight.
His gaze is filled with a mix of surprise and hope.
"You really think we can do something?" he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Absolutely," I reply, nodding firmly. "We just need to gather some information and see what options are available."
Marty leans back, a small smile forming on his lips.
I park the car on a quiet street near Marty's apartment building, the engine idling softly.
The streetlight casts long shadows across his face as he unbuckles his seatbelt but doesn't move to leave.
His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the door handle, then hesitates.
I watch him take several deep breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
When he finally turns to face me, tears glisten in his eyes.
His lips part, but no words come out.
I lean closer, concern etched on my face.
I reach out and touch his shoulder gently, my fingers brushing against his jacket.
The contact makes him flinch, but he doesn't pull away.
He looks at me with a newfound determination and whispers, "Let's save it together."
I suggest we visit my old college roommate, Derek.
He now works as a financial consultant, and I think he can help us out.
Marty's eyes widen at the name, apparently Derek had handled some accounts at his bank last year.
Marty takes out his phone and dials Derek's number, asking about his work schedule.
While he's on the call, I notice his hands are still trembling slightly.
The yellow streetlight casts shadows across his face, highlighting the worry lines around his eyes.
When he hangs up, he turns to me and says, "Derek can meet us tomorrow afternoon."
Before stepping out of the car, he grabs my wrist and makes me promise not to tell anyone else about the bank.
His grip is desperate, almost painful.