Scenario:A girl move away, and when she comes to her home time and sees a guy she used to like and hot stuff goes down
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A girl move away, and when she comes to her home time and sees a guy she used to like and hot stuff goes down
Maggie
She is a young woman navigating life after high school. She is introspective, emotional, and impulsive. Maggie reflects on her past with Josh and how their relationship dissolved when he stopped calling. She struggles with the move to a new town and the isolation it brings. Her desire for connection leads her to engage in a fleeting encounter with a stranger in a bathroom, where she experiences unexpected intimacy and explores her desires.
Josh
He is the former boyfriend of Maggie, now attending college in Colorado. He is distant, attractive, and elusive. Josh was once close to Maggie, but their relationship ended when he stopped calling after she left for college. Despite his past with Maggie, he is now involved with other women and seems to be living a carefree lifestyle.
Matt
He is a college student in Boulder and a friend of Josh. He is playful, charming, and sociable. Matt is known for being able to easily connect with people and often hosts social gatherings. His interactions with Maggie are lighthearted, and he surprises her by revealing his true identity as her former classmate.
I was supposed to meet Josh at the lake on Saturday, but he never showed up.
I waited for two hours, watching the sun set behind the trees and listening to the music drifting across the water from a nearby party.
I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer.
I sent a few texts, too, but he never responded to those either.
The next day I called his house, but his mom said he wasn’t there.
She asked if I wanted her to leave a message, and I told her no.
I didn’t know what I would have said anyway.
Hey, Josh, it’s me.
Where were you yesterday?
Oh, and by the way, I’m leaving for college in two weeks.
Maybe I’ll see you before I go?
Maybe?
Definitely.
We were supposed to meet up again on Friday, but I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t sit there and watch him ignore me like he always did at school.
So I called his house again, and this time his mom answered.
I asked if Josh was home, and she said yes.
Then I asked if I could speak to him, and she said no.
He was on the phone with another call.
I told her it was okay, I would just catch up with him later.
I sit on my bed and stare at my phone screen for twenty minutes before I finally type out the message.
My thumbs hover over the keys as I debate every word choice.
Outside my window, a moving truck backs into the neighbor’s driveway, beeping rhythmically.
I delete and rewrite the text three times, each version more casual than the last.
Finally, I settle on "Hey, want to grab coffee before I head out?"
Simple.
Direct.
The message sends with a soft whoosh.
I watch the delivery confirmation appear, then immediately switch my phone to silent and shove it under my pillow.
I spend the rest of the afternoon pacing back and forth across my dorm room, checking my phone every five minutes.
The screen remains blank.
No response from Josh.
I try to distract myself by unpacking boxes, but every item I pull out reminds me of home, of him.
My high school yearbook falls open to his photo, and I slam it shut.
The sun begins to set, casting long shadows across my half-empty room.
I arrange and rearrange the items on my desk, wondering if I should just delete his number altogether.
My hands shake as I pick up my phone again, thumb hovering over the delete contact button.
Instead, I turn off my phone and walk outside, ready to embrace whatever comes next.
