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MidReal Story
The Art of Love
Scenario:liz and charlotte two beautifull 40ish bisexual bohemian bespectacled arty women are celebrating liz's birthday. charlotte fills their living room with balloons, which they gleefully and playfully pop by sitting on them and stomping them. she then sings happy birthday while popping balloons after each verse and brings out a huge sheet cake. liz wonders about the big cake and charlotte says they won't waste it, they'll wear it. they smash cake all over each other after starting with a blob of frosting on the nose. finally, charlotte finds another cake (from liz's family). Liz drops her mom jeans and sits in the cake. they photograph the butt print and call it art.
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Liz Thompson
spontaneous, and affectionate. Liz enjoys the surprise party Charlotte throws for her, reveling in the joy of popping balloons and sharing a messy cake fight. She appreciates Charlotte's creative gestures and feels deeply connected to her. Liz values their relationship and cherishes the simple pleasures they share together.
Charlotte Bennett
thoughtful, and playful. Charlotte plans a surprise birthday party for Liz, filling their home with balloons and baking a large cake. She enjoys the playful chaos of the celebration, engaging in a cake fight with Liz. Charlotte values their relationship and finds joy in sharing simple pleasures with Liz, often turning them into artistic expressions.
I walk into our house, and it’s filled with balloons.
There are so many that I can’t see anything past the living room door.
"Charlotte?"
I call.
"I’m home!"
She calls, "Come to the living room."
I walk toward the living room, and when I step inside, I see all the balloons and I start to squeal.
I cover my mouth in time to stop the sound from coming out, but my eyes go wide.
I sit down on the closest balloon and pop it.
Then I stomp on another one.
Pop, pop, pop.
I go from balloon to balloon, popping them one after another.
It’s so much fun.
I start to giggle as I stomp on the next one.
Pop, pop, pop.
Charlotte walks into the room with a video camera.
She catches me sitting on the last balloon and popping it.
Then she starts to laugh as she sits down to do the same thing.
I sink to my knees, still giggling.
Charlotte lowers the camera and sits down on the floor with me.
She’s shaking her head, and I can see her shoulders are shaking from laughter.
We’re surrounded by the bits of rubber from the balloons, like confetti.
I lean back against the couch, trying to catch my breath.
Charlotte sprawls out beside me, her glasses slightly askew.
Our fingers brush each other as we try to steady ourselves.
Each time our eyes meet, we laugh again.
I try to stand up, but my legs are shaking too much and I fall back down.
Charlotte reaches for me, but she’s laughing too hard to help me up.
We end up flat on our backs in the middle of the balloon pieces.
Charlotte lifts her camera and points it at me.
I sit up and look at her.
She smiles at me and says, "You’re so beautiful."
I can still feel my cheeks warming from all the laughing we’ve done, but I know it’s more than that.
Charlotte is looking at me in a way that makes me feel beautiful.
She holds the camera up, focusing on my face, and I reach for a piece of pink rubber from the floor.
I pick it up and roll it between my fingers, watching her film.
The rubber is still warm and stretchy from the static electricity.
I look at her through my lashes, flicking the fragment at her.
It hits her glasses, and she drops her camera with a gasp.
She pretends to be offended as she lowers herself to the floor, reaching for another piece of balloon.
But I’m too quick.
She grins, tossing the piece back at me.
"Alright, truce," she laughs, holding up her hands.
"But first, I need to tell you something important."
