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MidReal Story
The Bad Boy's Secret Heart
Scenario:i feel i am alone. i go back in my house, and i start renovate. when i grab the hammer, i see Avril's car comming closer. What she wants? I like her, but I don't know what can is say to her.
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Landon Monroe
authoritative, and charismatic. Landon is wellrespected in town for his athletic prowess and good looks. His relationship with Avril is complex; he often clashes with her over their differing lifestyles but cares deeply for her wellbeing. His presence adds tension to Avril's interactions with Jaxon.
Avril Monroe
confident, and curious. Despite her popularity, she feels suffocated by her family's expectations and seeks freedom from their strict rules. She visits Jaxon unexpectedly, sparking an unlikely connection between them. Her presence in Jaxon's life brings excitement and challenges as they navigate their differences.
Jaxon Carter
lonely, and determined. After his parents' death, he inherited their old house and decided to renovate it. He struggles with social interactions and feels isolated. His life changes when Avril, a popular girl from school, visits him unexpectedly. Despite his awkwardness, he finds himself drawn to her and begins to open up about his past.
I was walking in the middle of the road.
There was no car coming, and I felt alone to walk with somebody or friends.
I don't have any friends in this town.
I am a introvert person.
I don't talk much with anybody.
I am going back in my house.
My house is from my parents.
When they died, I inherited their old house.
It's a small house, and it needs renovation.
That's why today I woke up early to start renovating it.
When I entered my house, I went directly in the garage where I kept all the tools.
I need to start with the kitchen first.
That's why I grab the hammer and start walking towards the kitchen.
Wait a minute!
I heard something.
When I looked through the window, I saw Avril Monroe's car coming closer.
What she wants here?
I like her a lot, but I don't know what I can say to her.
She is the most beautiful and popular girl in school.
Everybody likes her, but everybody knows that everybody who tried to ask her out was rejected.
She was like a princess, and everybody knew that nobody could touch her.
However, I don't want to reject her if she comes for me.
I stood there for a moment, hesitating.
Then, I forced myself to look away from the window and continue with my task.
I entered the kitchen and looked around.
The wallpaper was old and peeling off in some places, revealing the yellowed walls beneath.
The cabinets were outdated and worn, but I could see the potential for something new and modern.
I started by prying the nails out of the wall with my hammer, each creak of the wood echoing through the empty house.
As I worked, my mind wandered to Avril and what she might be doing here.
I wondered if she was lost or if she had come to see me.
I hoped it was the latter, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't good enough for her.
Just then, I heard footsteps outside, approaching the front door.
"Hey, is anyone home?" Avril's voice called out, her tone a mix of curiosity and urgency.
I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yeah, I'm here in the kitchen. What brings you over?"
She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room before settling on me. "I heard about your parents, and I wanted to see if you needed any help with the house."
She stood in the doorway, her gaze taking in the half-renovated room.
I put down my hammer and wiped my hands on my jeans before approaching her.
The air felt charged between us, heavy with unspoken words.
"I'm glad you're here," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.
She smiled, a genuine warmth that eased some of the tension in my shoulders.
"I thought you might need some company."
Her eyes flicked to the scattered tools and the half-finished renovation.
We moved to the living room, where she picked up a paintbrush and began to help.
We worked in silence for a while, the only sound the soft strokes of our brushes against the walls.
I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, watching as she moved with ease around the room.
She seemed to fit here, like she belonged in this space.
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty windows, casting a warm glow over us.
I felt a strange urge to confide in her, to tell her everything that had been weighing on my mind.
"You know," I started, hesitating as I chose my words carefully, "there's something I need your help with."
She paused, turning to face me with a curious tilt of her head.
"What is it?"
Her eyes were bright with intrigue, and I felt a flutter in my chest.
"Help me make this house a home again."
She nodded, understanding in her gaze.
We continued painting, the silence between us no longer uncomfortable.
The rhythmic strokes of our brushes created a soothing melody, filling the room with a sense of calm.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the floor, I glanced at Avril.
She was focused on her task, her brush moving deftly across the wall.
I watched her for a moment, taking in the sight of her here in this house that had once been my sanctuary.
It felt like a lifetime ago that I had walked these halls as a child, playing and laughing with my parents.
Now, it was a place of solitude and memories.
But with Avril by my side, it felt like maybe I could make this house a home again. We finished painting the last wall and stepped back to admire our work.
"It's starting to feel like home," Avril said softly, her eyes meeting mine.
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words.
"I'll order some pizza," she declared suddenly, breaking the quiet with a smile.
Her offer felt like an invitation to something more than just dinner together.
I nodded, watching as she pulled out her phone and dialed the number of the local pizza place.
As we waited for our food to arrive, we sat down at the kitchen table, the silence between us no longer awkward.
I glanced at Avril, noticing the way her hair fell in loose waves around her face.
She caught my gaze and smiled softly, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
The pizza arrived soon after, and we dug in with eager hands.
As we ate, Avril looked at me thoughtfully and said, "You know, this place has a lot of history."
I nodded, swallowing a bite before replying, "Yeah, it does. Sometimes I feel like the walls are whispering secrets."
She leaned in closer, her eyes serious. "Do you think those secrets are why your parents left so suddenly?"
