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MidReal Story
Swimming in a Sea of Girls
Scenario:My friend Mia invited me to a swimsuit party. But the moment I arrived, I realized something was off. Everywhere I looked, there were only girls—laughing, chatting, and having fun in the pool. And then I realized—I’m the only guy at the party.
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Jamie Carter
the only male guest, friends with Mia, average build with short brown hair, curious and slightly awkward.
Adrianna Blair
one of Mia's closest friends at the party, friends with Mia and some of the other guests, petite with curly red hair, witty and protective.
Mia Thompson
host of the party and Jamie's friend, friends with all the guests, tall with long blonde hair, outgoing and confident.
"Hello?"
I said into the phone.
It was Wednesday evening, and I was in the middle of a homework assignment I’d been putting off for three days.
Wednesday is typically ‘study day’ for me.
But it was also ‘clean day,’ ‘organize day,’ and ‘catch up on space dramas’ day.
There was a lot to fit in.
"Jamie!"
A shrill voice screamed through the phone.
I pulled the receiver away from my ear with a grimace.
"Hello, Mia," I said, hesitantly bringing the phone back up to my ear.
"What’s up?"
Mia took a deep breath.
"You have to come."
"To what?"
I asked.
"To my party!"
I looked at the clock on the wall.
It was already six-thirty, and I knew Mia lived at least forty-five minutes away.
"To the party," she said.
"What party?"
I asked, rummaging through my dresser for swim trunks.
I knew Mia was having a swimsuit party, but I’d already told her I wasn’t going.
"Jamie!"
She sighed.
"You know exactly what party I’m talking about. You’re coming, right? You have to come."
"I don’t know, Mia," I said, pulling out an old pair of blue swim trunks from the back of my drawer.
They were a little too small, but they would do.
"I’m not really feeling like swimming tonight."
"Jamie," she said again.
"Come on. It’s been ages since we’ve hung out. And you know how much I love you."
I rolled my eyes.
Mia loved everyone.
She was one of those people who made friends with anyone she met.
And she always threw parties to celebrate it.
My phone buzzed in my hand as Mia sent me a text with directions to her house.
I looked at the clock again and then back at the phone.
It was already seven o’clock, and I knew Mia hated when people showed up late to her parties.
But if I left now, I could make it there by eight-thirty at the latest. "Fine," I said, stuffing the swim trunks into my gym bag along with a towel and a change of clothes for later.
"I’ll be there."
"Yay!" she squealed into the phone before hanging up without another word.
I tossed the phone onto my bed and sprinted down to my car in the parking lot outside my apartment building.
The sun was already setting over the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything in its path.
I pulled out my phone and checked Google Maps for directions to Mia’s house before getting into my car and starting the engine.
The route took me through unfamiliar suburbs and neighborhoods that were far removed from the college town where I lived and went to school.
As I pulled onto the highway, I glanced at the dashboard clock: 6:47 PM.
I hesitated for a moment, then pressed the gas pedal, knowing this night could change everything.
The sun was setting over the horizon as I drove down the highway, casting long shadows across my dashboard.
My fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel as I waited for the GPS to recalculate my route.
According to the screen, it would still be another forty minutes before I arrived at Mia’s house.
I reached over and cranked up the volume on some old rock song playing on the radio, drowning out the nagging voice in my head that told me this was a bad idea.
The fuel gauge caught my eye, and I noticed it was almost on empty.
I spotted a sign for a gas station up ahead and signaled to exit, figuring a quick stop wouldn’t make me too late.