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MidReal Story
Stuck With You
Scenario:A 15-year-old girl kicked out of her apartment and her best friend 16-year-old let her stay
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Samantha "Sam" Martin
She is a 15yearold high school student who has been homeless for a week. She is resourceful, determined, and resilient. Sam has been living at an abandoned building with her cat, Whiskers, since she was kicked out of her previous apartment. Her friendship with 16yearold Jake becomes complicated when she moves in with him after being found on the streets by a kind stranger named Sarah.
Jake
He is a 16yearold high school student who takes Sam in when she is kicked out of her apartment. He is protective, sarcastic, and caring. Jake initially shows hostility towards Sam but eventually develops feelings for her and helps her settle into his home. He struggles with his parents' divorce and seeks solace in his art, often drawing Sam.
Jake's Dad
He is the father of Jake who works as a mechanic. He is kindhearted, caring, and supportive. Although not directly interacted with by the protagonist, his positive relationship with his son is mentioned as a stabilizing force in Jake's life, contrasting with the tumultuous divorce that affected their family dynamics.
I was only 15 years old, but I had been living on my own for a week.
Okay, so maybe "on my own" wasn't entirely accurate.
I had my cat, Whiskers, with me.
But yes, as a 15-year-old girl, I had been homeless for a week.
I'd been kicked out of my apartment, and I was currently living in an abandoned building with only a sleeping bag and my school backpack full of my clothes.
Luckily, I had found a few bottles of water and some non-perishable food items that someone had left behind.
It was enough to get me through the last few days.
But I knew I couldn't stay there forever.
Eventually, the city would tear down that building, and I'd be forced to move on and find somewhere else to live.
That's why I was currently out on the streets, walking around at 9:00 PM, trying to come up with a plan B, when a car slowed down beside me and a woman peered up at me through the window.
"Hey," she said.
"Are you okay? Do you need some help?"
I shook my head and smiled weakly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."
But as she drove off, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I should have taken her up on her offer.
I slump onto a cold metal bench near the sidewalk.
My backpack is heavy against my legs, and I can feel Whiskers poking her head out of the partially unzipped bag.
She meows softly, and I reach down to pet her.
The streetlight above us flickers, casting uneven shadows across the cracked pavement.
Cars continue to pass by, their headlights briefly illuminating my face before fading into the darkness.
I pull out my phone and check the time - 9:30 PM.
Only 15% battery left.
I open my contacts and scroll through the few names I have saved.
Would any of them answer if I called?
Would they even care that I was homeless?
My thumb hovers over Jake's number.
We've been friends since middle school, but asking him for help seems impossible. A gust of wind makes me shiver, and I zip up my jacket.
Whiskers pokes her head out further, her ears perked up as she listens to the sounds around us.
My fingers tremble as I tap Jake's contact, watching the screen light up with his goofy profile picture from last summer.
The phone rings three times before his familiar voice answers with a sleepy "Hello?"
I open my mouth, but no words come out.
My throat feels tight, and I can barely breathe.
Whiskers bumps her head against my hand, as if trying to give me courage.
"Jake," I finally manage to say, my voice cracking.
"Hey, Sam," he replies, sounding more alert now.
"What's up? It's kinda late."
I take a deep breath and try to steady myself.
"Jake, I need help."
There's a pause on the other end of the line.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.
I nod, even though he can't see me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... need a place to stay for the night."
Another car drives past, its headlights illuminating the bench for a brief moment.
"I'm near Wilson Park," I continue.
"There's a bench by the corner. Can you... come get me?"
There's rustling on the other end of the line as Jake gets out of bed.
"Stay put," Jake tells me.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes."
I hang up the phone and wait.
Whiskers is getting restless in the backpack, pawing at the fabric and shifting around more than usual.
I try to calm her down by petting her head through the opening, but she continues to squirm.
Suddenly, with a surprising amount of force, Whiskers launches herself out of the bag, knocking it sideways on the bench.
I quickly reach to grab her, but she's already leaped onto the ground and is scurrying around my legs.
"Whiskers!"
I exclaim, trying to catch her as she darts away from my grasp.
Finally, I manage to scoop her up in my arms, cradling her against my chest as she continues to struggle.
As I'm trying to calm her down, I notice something odd.
A corner of white paper is poking through a torn section of the backpack's inner lining. I set Whiskers back inside the bag and zip it up before turning my attention to the tear.
My fingers brush against what feels like an envelope hidden between the layers of fabric.
How did this get here?
I hadn't put anything in this backpack except my clothes and some books from school.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I gently pry open the tear and pull out a small white envelope.
It's sealed and addressed to no one in particular, just a blank space where a name should be written.
I turn it over in my hands, studying it carefully.
Before I can examine it any further, I see Jake's car turning into the park entrance.
My hands tremble as I shove the envelope deep into the tear, making sure it's completely hidden.
The headlights from Jake's beat-up Honda illuminate the entire bench area, casting long shadows across the grass.
I stand up, adjusting the straps on my backpack while Whiskers shifts around inside.
Jake steps out of the car, wearing his usual black hoodie and a concerned expression on his face.
He walks toward me slowly, his hands shoved into his pockets.
I take a few steps to meet him, but stop short when I notice his eyes are red-rimmed.
The car's engine ticks as it cools in the night air.
"Jake, have you been crying?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He hesitates, glancing away before meeting my eyes. "It's nothing, just... family stuff," he replies, his voice cracking slightly.
I frown, sensing there's more to it. "You sure? You can talk to me, you know."
Jake tenses under my touch but doesn't pull away.
His breath comes out shaky as he stares at the ground, scuffing his sneaker against the pavement.
The car's headlights cast long shadows across his face, accentuating the tear tracks I hadn't noticed before.
When he finally speaks, his voice is so low I have to strain to hear it over the idling engine.
"My parents are getting divorced," he says, his words tumbling out in a rush.
"Last night, my dad... he moved out. I came home from hanging out with Alex and... half the house was empty."
I keep my hand steady on his shoulder, offering what little comfort I can.
Whiskers lets out a soft meow from inside my backpack, drawing a weak smile from Jake.
We stand there in silence, two friends under the weight of secrets, as the night closes in around us.
Jake leans into my touch as I wipe away the tear, and for a moment, my heart skips a beat.
The parking lot seems smaller than it did before, as if the night has closed in around us.
The cold air is heavy with unspoken words.
Jake finally looks up, his eyes meeting mine.
They're red-rimmed but intense, holding something I've never seen before.
Whiskers shifts in my backpack, breaking the spell.
Jake clears his throat and steps back, running a hand through his messy dark hair.
"We should get you home," he says quietly, his voice still rough from unshed tears.
The word 'home' makes my chest tighten.
We walk to his car in silence, our shoulders brushing occasionally as we go.
As we reach the car, Jake pauses, his hand resting on the door handle.
"There's something else," he murmurs, glancing at me with a mix of fear and determination.
I nod, urging him to continue. "What is it, Jake?"
Jake's hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He doesn't look at me as he struggles to form words.
I notice a slight tremor in his shoulders.
The dashboard clock blinks 10:15 PM.
Jake finally turns to face me.
"I... I've wanted to tell you this for a long time," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I just never had the courage."
Whiskers stretches in my lap, pawing at Jake's arm.
I reach over and place my hand on Jake's, feeling the tension in his grip.
The simple touch makes him inhale sharply.
His eyes search mine, as if looking for some kind of assurance.
"I think I'm in love with you," he confesses, his voice trembling but resolute.
The world seems to pause, the weight of his words hanging between us like a fragile promise.
My heart pounds against my ribs as his confession lingers in the air.
The dim glow of the dashboard lights casts shadows across his face, accentuating the vulnerability in his expression.
Whiskers shifts in my lap, her small body a steady warmth against my trembling hands.
The silence stretches between us, broken only by our uneven breathing and the distant hum of crickets in the darkness outside.
Jake's fingers loosen their death grip on the steering wheel, but his eyes remain fixed on me, waiting.
The intensity of his gaze draws me forward, and before I can second-guess myself, I close the distance between us.
Our lips meet, sealing his confession in the quiet cocoon of the car.
I pull back from the kiss, my lips tingling, and Whiskers takes the opportunity to scramble across my lap toward the center console.
Her tail brushes against the radio controls, and suddenly Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" blares through the speakers at full volume.
Jake jumps, banging his elbow on the window, while I fumble to catch Whiskers before she can cause any more chaos.
The romantic tension shatters, and we both burst into nervous laughter.
Jake reaches for the volume knob, his hand brushing against mine as he turns it down.
Our eyes meet again, this time with shared amusement rather than intensity, though my heart still races from the kiss.
In that moment, I realize we're both ready to face whatever comes next.
I lean back in the passenger seat, my fingers absently stroking Whiskers as she settles back into her usual spot.
I watch Jake start the car, the engine purring to life beneath us.
The dashboard lights flicker on, casting moving shadows across his face as he checks the mirrors and puts the car into gear.
Streetlights flash past us, illuminating the darkened streets and casting a rhythmic glow over our faces.
My mind races with the events of the night: the kiss, Jake's confession, and the harsh reality of my homelessness.
Jake keeps glancing at me as he drives, his hand occasionally brushing against mine when he shifts gears.
At a red light, he turns to me and says, "My mom won't mind you staying."
His voice wavers slightly, betraying his uncertainty.
I nod, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't realized I was missing.
I watch his profile in the dim car interior as we wait at another red light, the engine humming softly.
My hand finds his on the gearshift, and our fingers intertwine naturally.
The streetlight casts an orange glow across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the slight tremor in his breath when I touch him.
Whiskers dozes in my lap, oblivious to the tension building between us.
Jake turns onto his street, parking in front of his house.
Before he can unbuckle his seatbelt, I slide closer across the center console, my heart pounding against my ribs.
He turns to face me, and the dashboard lights cast an ethereal glow on his features.
Whiskers stirs in my lap but stays put this time.
My fingers trace along his jaw, feeling the slight tremor in his muscles.
His breath catches as I move closer, our faces inches apart.
The leather seat creaks softly under my shifting weight.
Through the windshield, his house looms dark and quiet, but here in this moment, the world shrinks to just us.
"I never thought I'd find a place that feels like home," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.
Jake's eyes search mine, and he replies softly, "You make it feel like home."
A smile tugs at my lips as I murmur, "Then let's see what we can build together."
Jake's hand finds my cheek, his warm palm sending a shiver down my spine.
The dashboard lights dance across his face as he moves closer, his other hand finding mine.
Whiskers shifts in my lap but stays quiet, almost sensing the significance of this moment.
His thumb traces small circles on my skin, and his dark eyes search mine for something I'm not sure I can give.
The air thickens with the weight of unspoken words and the promise of what's to come.
When he whispers those words—that he's wanted this for so long—his voice trembles slightly.
I lean forward, my heart thundering against my ribs.
The leather seat creaks softly under my weight, and Whiskers adjusts in my lap without protest.
His fingers tremble against my cheek, his breath warm on my face.
The dashboard lights cast shadows across his features, accentuating the intensity in his dark eyes.
His thumb traces the line of my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine.
The silence in the car grows heavy with anticipation.
His other hand finds mine, squeezing gently.
Our faces hover inches apart, his lips parted slightly.
"I've been scared to say it, but I can't imagine my life without you," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.
My heart skips a beat as I reply, "I've felt the same way, Jake, but I was afraid you'd run."
He smiles softly, his eyes filled with warmth and relief.
I shift closer, the leather seat creaking beneath me.
His fingers still tremble against my cheek while Whiskers dozes peacefully in my lap.
The dashboard lights cast a soft blue glow across his face, illuminating the nervous anticipation in his eyes.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I study his features—the curve of his lips, the slight stubble on his jaw, the way his breath catches when I move.
The air feels electric between us.
His thumb traces the outline of my bottom lip gently, sending a shiver down my spine.
I lean forward, my heart thundering against my ribs.
The leather seat creaks softly under me, and Whiskers stirs but remains in my lap.
His hand stays steady on my cheek, his thumb still tracing gentle circles.
The dashboard lights cast a soft blue glow across his face, highlighting the slight part of his lips and the tremble in his breathing.
His other hand finds mine, fingers intertwining.
Time seems to slow as I move closer, drawn by the warmth of his touch and the intensity in his dark eyes.
"I was never going to run," he assures me, his voice steady despite the tremor in his fingers.
"Then let's stop being scared and see where this takes us," I suggest, feeling a surge of courage.
He nods, a smile breaking through the tension, "Together, then."
I lean forward, closing the last few inches between us.
His hand trembles against my cheek, and his eyes lock onto mine.
The dashboard lights cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the nervous anticipation in his expression.
Whiskers shifts in my lap but stays put as I move closer.
His fingers tighten around mine while his other hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me gently toward him.
His breath catches, warm against my face.
The leather seat creaks under me as I tilt my head, our noses brushing lightly.
"I've wanted this for so long," he admits, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
"Me too," I whisper back, feeling a rush of relief and excitement.
"Then let's make it real," he says, his eyes shining with determination.
I lean in closer, my heart thundering against my ribs.
His warm breath mingles with mine, and his hand slides from my neck to cradle the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
Whiskers shifts in my lap but stays put, as if sensing the importance of this moment.
The dashboard's blue glow illuminates his face - his dark eyes flutter closed as the gap between us disappears.
Our lips meet tentatively at first, then press together with growing certainty.
The kiss is gentle, sweet, everything a first kiss should be.