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MidReal Story
Puck Perfect
Scenario:Ty and Catherine met in high school and Catherine had always had a crush on Ty. He always knew she liked him but he never did anything about it. Ty was usually sweet but he was dry and cold to Catherine. Ty drives Catherine crazy in a bunch of different ways.
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Catherine
Green eyes,dark brown hair,Irish,thin,sweet and caring
Ty
Green eyes,light brown fluffy hair,tan skin,muscular,athletic,sweet and caring and goofy.
I was in love with him since high school, but he never knew that I had a crush on him.
We were friends forever, but he didn’t know about it.
I knew he knew that I liked him, but he didn’t do anything about it.
I was happy enough to just be around him.
When we were in college, I knew I should take a shot at it.
Maybe I was drunk, maybe I was brave…or maybe I was stupid.
Whatever it was, it worked.
Ty finally noticed me and asked me out.
I couldn’t believe it.
I had wanted this for so long, and now it was finally happening.
Ty was usually sweet, but sometimes he could be dry and cold.
When he asked me out, he wasn’t sweet at all.
He was cold as ice and that made me mad.
I followed him into the campus coffee shop, my hands shaking as I gripped the strap of my bag.
He sat down at our usual corner table, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through it without looking up.
I slid into the chair across from him, clearing my throat.
He glanced up, his green eyes meeting mine for a moment before he went back to his phone.
"Ty," I said, my voice shakier than I intended it to be.
He set his phone down, but instead of looking at me, he stared out the window.
His jaw was clenched and I could see the muscles in his neck tensing up.
"Look," I said, "I know you’re upset about what happened last night, but I don’t understand why you’re being so cold. You’re the one who asked me out. You’re the one who wanted this."
He shifted in his seat, drumming his fingers on the table.
The silence between us stretched out until it was almost unbearable.
I watch my fingers inch across the wooden table, moving slowly toward his restless hand.
The afternoon sun streaming through the window catches on my silver ring, making it glint.
Ty's fingers stop their rhythmic tapping when my fingertips brush his knuckles.
His hand tenses, but he doesn't pull away.
The coffee shop chatter fades into background noise as I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction.
His jaw unclenches slightly, and his gaze shifts from the window to our almost-touching hands.
I trace small circles on the back of his hand with my thumb, watching his shoulders slowly drop from their rigid position.
The coffee shop bustles around us, but we remain in our bubble of silence.
His phone lies face-down now, forgotten on the table.
When his fingers finally curl around mine, the touch is hesitant, almost questioning.
I hold my breath, not daring to break this fragile moment.
The afternoon sun streams through the window, warming our joined hands.
I slide my chair closer, the metal legs scraping against tile.
The noise makes a few heads turn, but Ty's eyes stay locked on our intertwined hands.
My heart pounds in my chest as I lean forward, closing the distance between us.
The coffee shop's espresso machine hisses in the background while I gather my courage.
His cologne - a mix of citrus and wood - fills my senses.
When I whisper about talking things through, his green eyes finally lift to meet mine.
There's something different in his gaze now - less guarded, more vulnerable.
He nods, and in that small gesture, I know we're ready to begin again.
I lead Ty up the narrow stairwell to my second-floor apartment, fumbling with the keys at the door.
The afternoon light filters in through the sheer curtains of my living room window as we step inside.
I drop my bag on the floor and settle onto one end of my worn gray couch.
Ty takes a seat on the opposite end, his back straight against the cushions.
Neither of us speaks.
I pick at a loose thread on one of my throw pillows while Ty stares at his hands clasped in his lap.
The clock on my wall ticks loudly in the silence.
When he finally looks up at me, his eyes are intense and vulnerable.
I watch his hands clench and unclench in his lap as he takes a shaky breath.
He shifts closer on the couch, the cushions dipping under his movement.
His voice comes out rough when he starts speaking, telling me how he's tried to fight this, how seeing me every day drives him crazy, how he can't stop thinking about me.
The words tumble out faster now - how he's loved me since high school but was too scared to admit it.
His eyes lock onto mine, intense and desperate.
I lean closer, drawn in by his raw confession.
His hand reaches up to brush my cheek, rough fingertips trailing down to my jaw.
The afternoon sun casts shadows across his face as he studies me with those intense green eyes.
My breath catches when his thumb traces my lower lip.
The clock ticks in the background as we hover in this charged moment.
His other hand slides behind my neck, pulling me slowly toward him.
I close my eyes as his warm breath mingles with mine, our lips just inches apart.
"Wait," I whisper, pulling back slightly, "I need to know if this is real for you."
His grip loosens, and he nods, sincerity etched in every line of his face.
"I've never been more certain of anything," he replies softly, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands.
I shift closer on the couch until our thighs touch, my skin tingling through my jeans.
Ty's fingers still cradle my face, his thumb stroking my cheek with a gentleness that makes my chest tight.
The afternoon sun casts a warm glow across his features as he studies me, his green eyes flickering between my eyes and lips.
His breath catches when I place my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm.
Time seems to slow as we hover in this moment, his face tilted toward mine.
"Do you remember the night of the senior prom?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I watched you dance with everyone but me, and it was torture."
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. "I had no idea back then, Ty. All those times we hung out, I thought we were just friends."
His smile fades slightly as he leans in closer. "I was terrified of ruining what we had, but I can't hide it anymore."
My heart skips a beat at his words, and I meet his gaze with newfound understanding.
I lean back into the couch cushions, studying Ty's profile as the sunlight fades through the window.
My fingers trail down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.
An impulsive idea takes shape in my mind, and I can't ignore it.
All those wasted years of uncertainty and unspoken feelings suddenly feel suffocating in this small apartment.
My heart pounds as I imagine us driving away together, no more hiding or hesitation.
"What if we run away tonight?" I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breathing.
Ty's whole body goes still, his green eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes me shiver.
His fingers tighten around mine, and a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face.
"Where to?"
I pace around my bedroom, shoving clothes haphazardly into a duffel bag while checking my phone for what feels like the hundredth time.
Ty's waiting in his truck outside, and I can see him through my window, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.
He's probably just as anxious as I am.
My hands shake slightly as I scribble a note to my roommate, explaining that I'll be gone for a few days and promising to fill her in on everything when I return.
The responsible part of me screams about missed classes and angry parents, but all I can think about is Ty's eager smile when I suggested this crazy idea.
I grab my bag, take one last look around, and head for the door, ready to chase the unknown with him.
I zip my duffel bag closed and take one final look around my bedroom, mentally checking off the essentials I've packed.
Through the window, I can see Ty's truck parked outside, his silhouette illuminated by the setting sun.
He drums his fingers on the steering wheel occasionally, glancing at my front door every few seconds.
The sun casts long shadows across my floor as I shoulder my bag and walk to the door.
My footsteps echo in the empty apartment, and I pause for a moment at the kitchen counter to leave my hastily scribbled note.
My hand trembles slightly as I turn the key in the lock, but hearing Ty's truck engine idling outside steadies my resolve.
I step outside, letting the door click shut behind me, and walk toward the future waiting in Ty's eyes.
I hurry down the apartment steps, my duffel bag bouncing against my hip with each step.
The evening air is cool and electric, filled with the promise of adventure.
As I approach the truck, Ty glances up, his eyes locking onto mine through the windshield.
He drums his fingers on the steering wheel again, a mix of nervous energy and excitement in his expression.
My heart pounds in my chest as I reach for the passenger door handle.
The metal feels cool against my palm, and the door creaks as I pull it open.
The familiar leather seat welcomes me as I slide inside, and the truck's engine rumbles beneath us.