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The Boy Who Cried God

Scenario:this is in the year of 2019 and in los angeles about and adventure and first love and heartbreak and fights and cheating and alcohol and drug use and parties and love and drama and lgbtqia and sex and nudity and piercings and tattoos and seduction and college and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 18 years old and i have dark skin and i just graduated high school and got accepted to stanford university in los angeles and my father abdinur abdi is 38 years old and he has dark skin and he is proud of me and my mother layla abdi is 39 years old and tough and proud of me and i met this hot girl with eyebrow piercing and nose piercing and belly button piercing and tattoos on her arms and abdomen and chest and legs and she has green eyes and short blond hair and she is quirky and funny and sweet and sexual and she is a proud rebel and wild and cute bisexual and her name is chloe andrews and she is 19 years old and a popular sophomore with many friends and i became attracted to her
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this is in the year of 2019 and in los angeles about and adventure and first love and heartbreak and fights and cheating and alcohol and drug use and parties and love and drama and lgbtqia and sex and nudity and piercings and tattoos and seduction and college and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 18 years old and i have dark skin and i just graduated high school and got accepted to stanford university in los angeles and my father abdinur abdi is 38 years old and he has dark skin and he is proud of me and my mother layla abdi is 39 years old and tough and proud of me and i met this hot girl with eyebrow piercing and nose piercing and belly button piercing and tattoos on her arms and abdomen and chest and legs and she has green eyes and short blond hair and she is quirky and funny and sweet and sexual and she is a proud rebel and wild and cute bisexual and her name is chloe andrews and she is 19 years old and a popular sophomore with many friends and i became attracted to her

Mohamed Abdi

He is a recent high school graduate from Los Angeles, proud of his acceptance to Stanford University. He is introspective, adventurous, and sensitive. Mohamed grapples with family expectations, particularly his father's desire for him to attend a Muslim university. He struggles with unrequited feelings for his beautiful cousin, Fatima, while indulging in a tumultuous relationship with a freespirited girl named Chloe. Mohamed navigates identity, family, and love amidst a chaotic backdrop of selfdiscovery.

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Abdinur Abdi

He is Mohamed's father, a 38yearold entrepreneur living in Los Angeles. He is supportive, proud, and demanding. Abdinur cherishes the news of Mohamed's acceptance to Stanford University, urging him to attend a Muslim university instead of pursuing Western education. His high expectations for Mohamed reflect his own successful business ventures and personal achievements. His pushiness sparks tension between him and his wife during family discussions about Mohamed's future.

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Chloe Andrews

She is a charming and unconventional college student at Stanford University. She is quirky, bold, and seductive. Chloe captivates Mohamed with her unique appearance and adventurous spirit. She invites Mohamed to a public sex encounter, challenging his innocence and desires. Despite her interest in Mohamed, she remains focused on her independence and nonmonogamous lifestyle, leaving Mohamed to process their encounter and ponder his growing feelings.

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It was the year 2019, in Los Angeles.
I was an 18-year-old boy who just graduated from high school and was proud of getting accepted into Stanford University.
My father, Abdinur Abdi, wanted me to go to a Muslim university, but I didn’t want that.
I wanted to go to Stanford, which was my dream.
My mom, Layla Abdi, was on my side.
She convinced my dad that attending a Muslim university wouldn’t make a difference in my life.
I had just turned 18, and I was happy with what I had achieved so far in my life.
We arrived in California after a 41-hour drive from New York City.
My dad and mom were asking me why I wanted to attend Stanford, but I told them I wanted to explore California and be myself.
We arrived at my dorm, and the TA showed us my room.
I asked him why my roommate wasn’t there, and he said that he had transferred out because of bullying.
My parents hugged me goodbye and told me to study hard and not get distracted by alcohol and parties.
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I lied to them and said I would do as they said.
I unpacked my suitcase and put my clothes in the closet.
I also unpacked my toiletries and put them in the bathroom.
I set up my king-size bed, and I was so excited to start at Stanford.
After I was done unpacking, I went to the campus and saw a student lounge.
I walked in and introduced myself as Mohamed Abdi, the new freshman.
They said welcome to the frat party, and I walked in.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and marijuana.
I saw people dancing, drinking, and smoking.
I walked through the crowd, trying to find someone to talk to.
I saw a girl with tattoos and piercings on her body, and she caught my attention.
I walked up to her and introduced myself as Mohamed Abdi, the new freshman at Stanford.
She smiled and said her name was Chloe Andrews.
Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at me, and I could tell she was interested.
We started talking, and she offered me a drink.
I accepted it, feeling a little rebellious.
As we continued talking, I found out that she was a sophomore and would be turning 19 soon.
She told me she was bisexual and that she had been with a girl before.
I smiled and said that I was okay with it.
She asked me if I wanted to dance, and I agreed.
We danced for a while, and then she started grinding on me.
I laughed and told her to stop, but she kept going.
She started twerking on me, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
She asked me what was so funny, and I told her that I had never seen anyone twerk like that before.
She laughed and said that she loved to twerk.
We continued dancing, and then she asked me what my major was.
I told her that I was still undecided, but I was thinking about majoring in business or economics.
She told me that she was majoring in psychology and minoring in sociology.
We talked some more, and then she asked me if I wanted another drink.
I accepted it, and we continued dancing. As the night went on, we talked more about our lives.
I found out that Chloe was very popular at Stanford and that everyone knew her.
She told me that she loved partying, studying, sex, and rebelling against the rules.
I laughed at her honesty, and we continued dancing together.
We talked about our dislikes, which included people who were too happy all the time and people who thought they were better than everyone else.
We also talked about how much we loved rainy weather.
As the night went on, we kept drinking and dancing together.
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After exchanging numbers, we said goodbye and promised to meet up again soon.
I went back to my dorm room and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
My phone buzzed, and I saw a text from Chloe.
She asked me if I was still awake, and I lied and said yes.
She sent me a location pin, which led to the campus fountain.
I threw on a hoodie and snuck past my sleeping roommate.
The autumn air was crisp as I walked across campus.
The moon cast a silver glow over the grass, and the sound of crickets filled the air.
I followed the path to the fountain, which was lit up by soft blue lights.
Chloe was sitting on the edge of the fountain with two of her friends: a tall guy with stretched ears and a girl whose arm was covered in watercolor tattoos.
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Chloe’s face lit up when she saw me.
She hopped down from the fountain and grabbed my hand.
"Hey, Mohamed," she said, smiling brightly.
"This is Marcus and Riley."
Marcus nodded at me, while Riley gave me a small wave. "Hi," I said, feeling a little shy.
Chloe pulled me over to sit next to her on the fountain edge.
Marcus and Riley sat down on either side of us, and Chloe kept her fingers intertwined with mine.
"So, what are you guys doing out here?" she asked, looking at Marcus and Riley with a mischievous grin.
Marcus shrugged, while Riley rolled her eyes playfully.
"Just hanging out," Marcus said.
"Want to join us?"
I nodded, and Chloe squeezed my hand.
We all sat there in silence for a moment, watching the water dance in the fountain.
Marcus broke the silence.
"Hey, Mohamed, have you heard of that new restaurant downtown?"
Chloe shook her head.
"I haven’t. What’s it called?"
"Food and Desire," Marcus said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"It’s supposed to be this crazy place where they serve food and drinks in a really… unique way."
Riley snorted.
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"Unique? That’s one way to put it."
I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Marcus leaned in, lowering his voice.
"Well, apparently the waitstaff is scantily clad, and the bathrooms are private rooms where you can… do whatever you want."
My eyes widened.
"Seriously?"
Marcus nodded.
"Yeah. And the best part is, it’s totally legal. They have a special permit or something."
Chloe grinned mischievously.
"That sounds like our kind of place."
I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm.
"Alright, when do we go?"
Marcus pulled out his phone and checked the time.
"How about tomorrow night? I heard they have a special menu on Fridays." Riley groaned.
"Ugh, I have an early class tomorrow. Can’t we go another night?"
Marcus shrugged.
"Sure. How about Saturday?"
We all agreed on Saturday night, and Marcus made a reservation for 8 PM.
As we continued to chat, I realized that Chloe was still holding my hand.
I looked down at our intertwined fingers and felt a flutter in my chest.
I glanced over at her and saw that she was smiling softly at me.
I smiled back, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness.
We talked for a while longer before deciding to call it a night.
As we walked across campus together, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this chance encounter with Chloe and her friends.
Who knew what adventures awaited us?
The next day was Friday, and I was walking with Chloe, Marcus, and Riley across campus to "Food and Desire."
Chloe was holding my hand as we walked across campus to "Food and Desire."
Chloe glanced over at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So, Mohamed, are you ready for this?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
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I chuckled nervously, squeezing her hand.
"Honestly? I have no idea what to expect, but I'm definitely curious."
We walked with Marcus and Riley down a quiet street lined with neon signs.
The air was thick with the smell of food and smoke.
Chloe’s hand felt sweaty in mine, but she didn’t let go.
Marcus led us to an unmarked black door between a laundromat and a closed bookstore.
He punched a code into the keypad, and the door clicked open.
Inside, a narrow hallway stretched ahead of us, lit by red wall sconces.
The carpet beneath our feet was deep burgundy.
Riley giggled and whispered something to Marcus, who grinned in response.
Chloe squeezed my hand tighter as we approached another door at the end of the hall.
A brass plaque read "Food and Desire" in cursive script.
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The door swung open, and we stepped into a world that would change everything.
The restaurant’s interior hit me with a wave of sensations.
Electronic music pulsed through the air, making my chest vibrate.
The scent of incense wafted around us, mingling with the smell of exotic spices and something sweetly floral.
Dim red lights made everything feel dreamlike.
Chloe guided me past heavy velvet curtains into a circular booth.
Marcus and Riley slid in first, followed by Chloe and then me.
The booth was surrounded by a low wall, giving us a sense of privacy without blocking our view of the restaurant.
The walls were adorned with sensual paintings of couples embracing and kissing.
Around us, other couples fed each other bites of food from their forks.
Some were seated on plush couches while others sat at small tables.
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Dancing bodies moved on elevated platforms scattered throughout the room.
The dancers were dressed in revealing outfits: leather corsets, fishnet stockings, and barely-there shorts.
A waitress in a black leather corset approached our booth with menus bound in dark fabric.
She smiled seductively at Marcus before placing the menus in front of us. I opened the menu, my hand trembling slightly as I scanned the options.
Each dish had a suggestive name: "Sensual Sushi," "Desire Dumplings," "Forbidden Fruit Salad."
Ingredients included things like "aphrodisiac honey" and "passion fruit."
I looked up at Chloe, who leaned close to me.
Her green eyes sparkled mischievously as she whispered in my ear, "I recommend the Sensual Sushi. It’s delicious."
Her breath tickled my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded, unable to form words as I stared at her full lips.
She grinned and sat back against the booth, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a golden waterfall.
Marcus cleared his throat, breaking the spell between Chloe and me.
"Alright, what do you guys want to order?"
Riley spoke up first, her voice husky as she said, "I’ll have the Desire Dumplings."
Marcus nodded and said, "I’ll have the Sensual Sushi too."
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Chloe smiled at me before saying, "I’ll have the Forbidden Fruit Salad."
I watched the waitress saunter away with our orders, trying to calm my racing pulse.
Chloe slid closer in the curved booth until her thigh pressed against mine.
She placed her hand on my arm, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
The music throbbed around us, making it hard to think clearly.
On the elevated platforms, dancers twisted and writhed to the beat.
Their movements were hypnotic under the crimson lights.
Across the table, Marcus and Riley whispered and giggled together, sharing private jokes.
I could feel Chloe’s breath on my neck as she leaned in again.
Her voice was a soft whisper in my ear, "Relax, Mohamed. Just enjoy the moment."
I took a deep breath and let myself relax into the atmosphere.
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The waitress returned with our drinks, balancing them expertly on a silver tray.
Chloe sipped her cocktail, her eyes never leaving mine. The Sensual Sushi arrived soon after, arranged on a large platter like a work of art.
Delicate pink salmon roses were placed among pearls of roe and strategically positioned wasabi leaves.
Chloe picked up a piece with her fingers, bringing it to my lips.
"Try this," she said, her voice husky with desire.
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I opened my mouth, letting her feed me the sushi.