MidReal Story

Secrets Among Friends

Anonymous

Jan 11

Scenario:Group of 5 handsome teenage boys (year 1980's) Micheal-17(then) 24 (now), brown curly hair,, brown eyes, , best friend is Lin ,silly dude, has a crush on lin, drools over him Simon, 17(23 now), blonde hair, blue eyes loves chips, plays baseball, flirty, and acts gay asf, was jealous of lin,cause Lin was so nice to everyone Fredrick, 17, (24 now)black hair, blue eyes, loves video games so much, doesn't talk much. Mark, 17, (24) dirty blonde hair makes love,loves food, Lin parker: brown long hair,blue eyes, cares for his friends a lot., good fighter, he was very sweet and helps his friends out, lin had a big house, looks like a model* *one random day of school, Lin sent a video of himself jerking off his mcock, and all the guys had different reactions*

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Group of 5 handsome teenage boys (year 1980's) Micheal-17(then) 24 (now), brown curly hair,, brown eyes, , best friend is Lin ,silly dude, has a crush on lin, drools over him Simon, 17(23 now), blonde hair, blue eyes loves chips, plays baseball, flirty, and acts gay asf, was jealous of lin,cause Lin was so nice to everyone Fredrick, 17, (24 now)black hair, blue eyes, loves video games so much, doesn't talk much. Mark, 17, (24) dirty blonde hair makes love,loves food, Lin parker: brown long hair,blue eyes, cares for his friends a lot., good fighter, he was very sweet and helps his friends out, lin had a big house, looks like a model* *one random day of school, Lin sent a video of himself jerking off his mcock, and all the guys had different reactions*

Frederick Lee

quiet gamer who observes more than participates in group dynamics but cares deeply for his friends including Lin whom he respects greatly for his kindness and strength.

Simon Hayes

flirty and jealous of Lin's attention towards others, friends with all except Lin whom he's jealous of, blonde hair, blue eyes.

Lin Parker

central figure in the group's dynamics, friends with all others except Simon who is jealous of him, brown long hair, blue eyes, sweet and protective.

I was 17 years old and in the last year of high school.

Along with my four other best friends; we were all the same age.

We lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same school.

We had known each other since we were kids and had been through thick and thin together.

Simon loved chips more than anything else.

If there were chips in front of me, I would not even get a chance to look at them.

He would grab the bag and start eating them as if he had not eaten anything for days.

He was also very good at playing baseball.

At that time, no one could throw the ball faster than him.

He was a little flirty too.

Whenever any girl came in front of him, he would immediately start acting silly and staring at her with his blue eyes.

I walked into Lin's house, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet a stark contrast to the unease that settled in my stomach.

The living room, usually a hub of laughter and camaraderie, was now a tense, silent space.

Lin stood by the window, his back to us, his brown hair a mess, like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly.

Simon slumped on the couch, his blonde hair a stark contrast to his dull expression.

Frederick sat in the corner, his eyes fixed on the TV screen as he pretended to play a game, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere.

Mark tried to break the silence with a joke about food, but it fell flat, and the room remained quiet.

I watched Lin closely, noticing the way his hands fidgeted behind his back, the way his eyes darted towards us before quickly looking away.

The air was thick with unspoken words, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Lin, what's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lin hesitated, his shoulders sagging before he turned to face us.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, Simon abruptly stood up and left the room.

The door slammed shut behind him, and we were left standing in stunned silence.

"What's wrong with him?" Mark asked, breaking the silence.

Lin shook his head, his eyes downcast. "I don't know."

I took a step forward, my heart racing. "Lin, tell us what's going on. Why did you send that video?"

Lin's eyes flickered towards me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of tears.

But then he looked away, his voice barely audible. "I...I don't know what came over me."

Suddenly, Frederick dropped his controller and stood up. "I need some air," he muttered before walking out of the room.

The door slammed shut behind him, and we were left standing in an even more uncomfortable silence.

I took another step forward, my eyes locked on Lin's. "Lin, talk to us."

But before he could respond, Simon stormed back into the room, his face red with anger.

"You think you're so perfect, don't you?" he spat at Lin. "You think you can just send us that video and expect us to be okay with it?"