Scenario:write me a gxg story inspired by Tate mcrae's recent album "so close to what" and the story line is that there are three girls. tiyanna, nova and Tate. tate and tiyanna are sisters and tiyanna and nova are exes that still secretly want each other. the three girls are a singing group trying to make it big and they;re preparing for a big music show. and add toxic and a lot of physical touches and tension between nova and tiyanna. and tiyanna and tate are always playfully fighting like siblings and only tiyanna dated nova. Tate likes guys. and the girls are in high school and tiyanna is a stud and make it a little emotional and ghetto.
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write me a gxg story inspired by Tate mcrae's recent album "so close to what" and the story line is that there are three girls. tiyanna, nova and Tate. tate and tiyanna are sisters and tiyanna and nova are exes that still secretly want each other. the three girls are a singing group trying to make it big and they;re preparing for a big music show. and add toxic and a lot of physical touches and tension between nova and tiyanna. and tiyanna and tate are always playfully fighting like siblings and only tiyanna dated nova. Tate likes guys. and the girls are in high school and tiyanna is a stud and make it a little emotional and ghetto.
Tiyanna Jackson
passionate, and conflicted. Tiyanna is part of a singing group with her sister Tate and exgirlfriend Nova. She struggles with lingering feelings for Nova, despite their breakup. Her relationship with Nova remains intense, marked by physical tension and unresolved emotions. Tiyanna's dynamic with Tate is playful and siblinglike, often involving teasing and banter. Her journey revolves around navigating love, family, and ambition in a high school setting.
Nova Simmons
determined, and guarded. Nova shares a complex history with Tiyanna, marked by unresolved feelings and tension. Despite their breakup, she remains deeply connected to Tiyanna emotionally and physically. Her relationship with Tate is supportive yet distant due to her past with Tiyanna. Nova's focus lies in pursuing music success alongside her bandmates while grappling with the remnants of her past love.
Tate Jackson
optimistic, and naive. Tate looks up to her sister Tiyanna as a role model but often feels overshadowed by her talent. Her relationship with Nova is friendly but lacks the intensity shared between Nova and Tiyanna. Tate harbors a crush on boys at school but remains inexperienced in romance compared to her sister's history with girls like Nova.
"You two really need to get a room," my baby sister Tate says pouting, rolling her eyes at my girlfriend Nova and I for the second time today.
Nova just smirks, not saying anything but she grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers together.
See Nova and I, we've been together for a little over two years and we're not doing so great.
We broke up about five months ago but we still want each other, which is why we're secretly together again.
We make it work even though my little sister Tate is part of the picture too.
Nova and I are in a singing group together, just the three of us girls.
Tate is my younger sister and she looks up to me like I'm some type of hero or something.
She's straight though and only 16 while Nova and I are 17 and in our last year of high school.
I'm a stud and I know how to please a girl sexually even though I'm young.
I've had a few types of girls in my day even though I'm so in love with Nova and they didn't last long if you know what I mean.
I really don't want nobody else, especially not a girl that's in high school like me.
I want a girl that's older, one that knows what they want and isn't afraid to tell you.
"Come on Nova, let's go," I say to her, leading her down the empty school hallway.
Our fingers are still laced together and I'm not letting go anytime soon.
We stop by our lockers, which are right next to each other.
I press Nova up against the cool metal, our bodies so close that I can smell her vanilla perfume.
Her breath hitches as I lean in but I stop inches from her lips.
"We need to talk about what happened at practice," I whisper, remembering how she sang my solo part.
Nova's hand slides up my arm, resting on my shoulder.
Her touch makes my skin tingle and it's hard not to kiss her right now.
"Maybe I just sing it better," she says with that smirk on her face that I both love and hate.
I grip her hip tighter, looking into her eyes.
The metal rattles behind her as I keep her pinned against the lockers.
Nova's hand slides down my arm, resting on my hip.
Her touch makes goosebumps rise on my skin and it's hard not to moan.
The hallway is too quiet, too empty.
Every breath we take echoes between us.
When Nova tries to lean in, I pull back slightly, using my height advantage over her.
"You really think you sing my part better?"
I ask, my voice low and husky.
Nova's smirk falters for a second before she grabs my shirt collar, pulling me so close that our noses are almost touching.
The tension between us is so thick that it's hard to breathe.
Nova's phone buzzes in her pocket, breaking the moment.
I look down at the screen lighting up in her pocket and I see a girl's name - Jade - with heart emojis.
My grip on Nova's hip loosens and heat rises to my face.
Nova quickly grabs her phone, shoving it back into her pocket but I've already seen enough.
I step back, letting the cold air fill the space between us.
Nova opens her mouth to say something but I cut her off with a raised hand.
"So that's why you've been staying late after practice?"
My voice comes out harder than I mean it to.
Nova's face falls, telling me everything I need to know.
She reaches out, her hand outstretched but I stare at it like it's a snake.
The fluorescent lights above us flicker, casting harsh shadows on Nova's face.
When she steps closer, I step back until my shoulders hit the opposite row of lockers.
The metal digs into my back as Nova closes the distance between us.
Her vanilla scent still lingers in the air and it makes my head spin.
Nova reaches for my hand again but I cross my arms over my chest.
"Don't," I warn, my voice cracking.
Nova's fingers brush my forearm anyway.
The bell rings, startling both of us but neither of us moves.
