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MidReal Story
The Chosen One
Scenario:La historia de 2 personas principales: Iktan (Masculino) y Amber (Femenino), y ademas su amiga en común Christell (Femenina). Iktan lleva bastante tiempo enamorado de Amber, desde que la vio en un entrenamiento de basketball, le pide ayuda a Christell para conseguir su atención.
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Iktan B. Holland
persistent, and shy. Iktan falls deeply in love with Amber after seeing her play basketball. For years, he secretly pines for her, too afraid to approach her. With Christell's help, he attempts to win Amber's heart by planning surprise dates that would reveal his affection. Eventually, he confesses his feelings and proposes to Amber, who happily accepts.
Amber
and oblivious. For years, she remains unaware of Iktan's feelings towards her and considers him only a friend. During their senior year, she starts dating Jack but eventually returns to Iktan after realizing her true feelings. When Iktan proposes, she is overjoyed and accepts him, changing the course of their relationship.
Christell
and mischievous. Christell acts as a catalyst in Iktan's pursuit of Amber by helping him devise plans to get her attention and bring her closer. She encourages Iktan to be bold and remains by his side through the ups and downs of high school romance. After graduation, she attends Iktan and Amber’s wedding, celebrating their union.
It was the first time I saw her.
I was in love with her since then.
It was during our basketball training, and she also had her training in the other court.
I was so lucky to see her play basketball for the first time.
She was so cute and kind when when she smiled at her teammates.
I don't know what happened, but I was so happy to see her smile.
I wanted to see that smile again and again.
I wanted to be the one who made her smile.
I wanted to be the one who would be looked at by her with that smile.
That was my first day of being in love with her.
It was already two years since I saw her play basketball for the first time, but still, I didn't have the courage to talk to her.
Iktan and Amber were classmates, but Amber didn't know that Iktan was in love with her.
Iktan didn't have the courage to tell her about his feelings for her.
He just kept looking at her from afar and hoped that one day he would be able to talk to her and be with her.
Amber had no idea that there was a boy who was in love with her for two years already.
She thought that she didn't have any suitors or admirers.
I lean against the gymnasium wall, my heart pounding as I watch her dribble down the court.
Her ponytail swings with each step, and her face is focused and determined.
When she scores, I clap loudly, perhaps a little too loudly, and I catch a few curious glances from the spectators around me.
My hands shake slightly as I hold up the small banner I made for the game - "Go Tigers!" in our school colors.
She high-fives her teammates after another successful play.
During a timeout, she glances toward the crowd, and I wave hesitantly, but she turns back to her coach before she can see me.
"Hey, Iktan," my friend Marco nudges me, "why don't you just go talk to her after the game?"
I swallow hard, glancing at her again, "What if she doesn't even know I exist?"
Marco chuckles, shaking his head, "Trust me, she knows—she's been looking over here every time you cheer."
After the game ends, I see Christell walking into the gym, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she scans the dispersing crowd.
I'm about to make a quick escape before she sees me when Marco waves her over.
She joins us by the wall, raising an eyebrow at my banner and my flushed face.
"What's going on?" she asks, eyeing the banner suspiciously.
"Nothing," I mutter, but Marco has other plans.
"Iktan's been coming to watch Amber's games," he says with a smirk, "he even made a banner."
Christell's eyes widen in surprise, and she turns to me, "Really?"
I nod sheepishly, "I just like watching her play."
"Tell her about the three-pointers," Marco adds mischievously.
I shoot him a glare, but Christell is already leaning in, intrigued.
"Three-pointers?" she repeats.
I sigh, resigning myself to my fate, "Okay, so she's really good at basketball. When she runs down the court, her ponytail bounces and it's just... it's perfect."
Christell stares at me in disbelief.
"And then there was this one game where she scored three three-pointers in a row. It was amazing. The way she moved on the court, the way she worked with her teammates... it was like magic."
Christell blinks slowly, still looking stunned.
"And what about the glances?"
Marco asks innocently. I groan inwardly; this is not going well at all.
"Glances?"
Christell repeats again, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Apparently, Amber has been stealing glances at me during the games," I explain reluctantly.
"She has?" "Yes," Marco interjects before I can deny it further, "and Iktan here hasn't even told her yet."
Christell grabs my arm suddenly, her grip surprisingly strong.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Come on, we have to go," Christell says, dragging me toward the locker room exit where Amber will emerge.
I try to plant my feet firmly on the ground, but she's too strong.
My palms grow sweaty as I hear the girls' voices getting closer.
Marco positions himself strategically by the water fountain, ready to create a natural meeting point.
I frantically wipe my hands on my jeans and adjust my "Go Tigers!" banner, which now feels childish and obvious.
The locker room door creaks open, and I catch a glimpse of Amber's ponytail swinging as she walks out with her teammates.
I bolt away from the locker room door, my banner crumpling in my tight grip as I rush past Marco and through the gym's double doors.
My footsteps echo in the empty hallway while Christell chases after me, calling my name.
When she catches up near the science lab, I spin around, my face burning with frustration.
"I'm not ready," I snap at her, my voice cracking.
Christell tries to grab my arm again, but I pull away.
"You can't force this," I tell her, my hands shaking.
I lean against the cold wall of the science lab, trying to steady my breathing.
Christell looks at me with concern, but before she can say anything, footsteps echo down the hallway.
She suddenly freezes, her eyes widening.
"What is it?"
I ask, but before she can answer, I hear Amber's voice behind me.
It's cheerful and energetic after her game.
I grip my banner tighter, wrinkling it further as I slowly turn around.
She stands there in her Tigers uniform, her gym bag slung over one shoulder.
Her face is still flushed from playing, and her ponytail is slightly damp from sweat.
My mouth goes dry as she looks directly at me, her eyes catching sight of my banner.
Amber smiles softly, her eyes meeting mine with a spark of curiosity and something else I can't quite place.
I stand there frozen as she adjusts the strap of her gym bag, her eyes still locked with mine.
"Hey, we're all heading to Burger Palace to celebrate the win," she says, gesturing behind her where her teammates are walking past, some glancing our way.
"You should come - both of you."
My fingers dig into the banner, and I feel Christell nudge me lightly.
"We won because of our lucky charm," Amber adds with a small laugh, nodding towards my crumpled sign.
The hallway feels too warm, too narrow.
Before I can stammer out a response, she takes a step closer and touches my arm briefly.
"Meet us there at four?"
I lean back against my locker, watching her disappear down the hallway with her teammates.
My heart is pounding in my ears.
I slide down to sit on the cold floor, still clutching the wrinkled banner.
Christell crouches beside me, a grin spreading across her face.
She checks her phone, and I see it's 3:15.
"Come on," she says, pulling me up by the arm.
I'm too weak to resist.
"I have homework," I mumble, but she just laughs.
She helps me straighten my clothes and smooths down my hair.
We head to the bathroom so I can try to fix my appearance in the mirror.
While I attempt to detangle my hair with my fingers, Christell stands behind me, lecturing me about not messing this up.
When my phone buzzes with a text from Marco asking if we're still going, I take a deep breath and type "yes."
I stare at my reflection one last time in the bathroom mirror, adjusting my collar.
Christell taps her foot impatiently behind me.
My lucky banner sits folded in my back pocket, still wrinkled from earlier.
When Christell checks her phone again - 3:45 PM - she practically shoves me toward the door.
I fumble with my backpack zipper, double-checking for my wallet.
The hallway feels longer than usual as we walk past empty classrooms.
At my locker, I swap my textbooks for my denim jacket, the one Marco says looks "actually cool."
We step outside into the crisp afternoon air, and I realize there's no turning back now.
We stand outside Burger Palace at 3:55, watching through the window as Amber's teammates fill the red booths inside.
Christell adjusts my denim jacket collar while I grip the folded banner in my back pocket.
The smell of grilled burgers wafts out each time the door opens.
When Amber waves at us through the glass, my feet feel rooted to the sidewalk.
Christell practically drags me through the entrance.
Inside, Amber pats an empty seat beside her at the corner booth.
The vinyl cushion squeaks as I slide in, hyperaware of her shoulder brushing against mine.
I grip the banner in my pocket, feeling the fabric between my fingers as conversations buzz around our table.
Amber's teammates talk about their victory while she leans closer, asking about me coming to their games.
Her knee brushes mine under the table, and my hands tremble.
When she mentions wanting to see the banner up close, I slowly pull it from my pocket.
The wrinkled fabric catches on my jacket zipper, and I carefully untangle it.
Amber unfolds the banner, her eyes scanning the words before she looks up with a soft smile.
"Did you really make this for me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Christell nudges me with her elbow, and I nod, feeling my cheeks heat up as Amber's gaze holds mine.
I grip the banner tighter as the Burger Palace door slams open, revealing three clowns in full costume bursting inside.
Their red noses and rainbow wigs bounce as they juggle unwrapped hamburgers, tossing fries in the air between them.
The restaurant's promotional stunt draws everyone's attention away from our table.
Amber's knee stays pressed against mine as she laughs at their antics, but I can barely focus on the performance.
The clowns approach our table, and one of them balances a burger on his nose while extending another toward Amber.
Amber giggles, accepting the burger with a playful grin.
"Thanks for the show," she says, glancing at me with a twinkle in her eye.
Christell leans over, whispering, "I think this is your chance to ask her out."
I grip my lucky banner under the table, watching the clowns retreat to another section of Burger Palace.
The noise from her teammates fades as I focus on Amber's profile, her ponytail still damp from the game.
She turns to face me, her shoulder brushing mine in the cramped booth.
My throat tightens as I lean closer, lowering my voice so only she can hear.
The words come out shakier than I want: "Would you like to go out with me this weekend?"
Her eyes widen slightly, and I feel her k#e press harder against mine under the table.
I sit at Burger Palace, my heart still racing from asking Amber out.
Suddenly, a clown stumbles, sending a tray of milkshakes soaring toward our table.
I instinctively grab the lucky banner from my pocket, using it to shield Amber as the milkshakes crash down.
The cold liquid splashes over us, but Amber laughs, wiping some off her face.
Her teammates gasp and rush to help clean up.
I look at Amber, her eyes meeting mine with gratitude and amusement.
"Guess this banner really is lucky," she says, her laughter infectious.
Christell hands us napkins, smirking. "So, is that a yes to the date, Amber?"
Amber nods, still smiling. "Definitely a yes."
I sit at Burger Palace, still covered in milkshake.
Amber leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against my ear.
Her voice is a whisper, sending shivers down my spine.
"I was hoping you would."
My heart races as I feel her knee press more firmly against mine under the table.
I carefully fold my lucky banner, now sticky from the milkshake, and place it on the table.
Amber's teammates continue to clean up around us, but their chatter fades into the background.
I sit at Burger Palace, still reeling from Amber's acceptance of my date invitation, when the manager approaches our table.
His face is flushed with embarrassment as he apologizes profusely for the milkshake incident.
As he speaks, Amber's knee remains pressed against mine, her warmth a comforting contrast to the cold milkshake residue on my skin.
The manager offers us complimentary meals and a voucher for our next visit, placing them on the table.
Amber chuckles softly, glancing at the voucher.
"Looks like we have another excuse to come back here," she says, nudging me playfully.
I grin, feeling a surge of confidence. "Maybe next time, we'll skip the clowns."
I sit at Burger Palace, the milkshake incident behind us.
Amber and I finish our meals, savoring the last bites of our burgers.
As we set our plates aside, I turn to her with a smile.
"Shall we take a walk through the park? The afternoon is still young."
Amber's eyes light up, and she nods eagerly.
"Yes, that sounds perfect."
We stand up from the table, and I offer her my hand to help her up.
She takes it, her touch sending a spark of electricity through me.
As she stands, I reach for her jacket that's draped over the back of her chair and help her put it on.
"Thank you," she says softly, her voice filled with gratitude.
We walk out of Burger Palace, leaving her teammates behind.
The cool afternoon air greets us as we step onto the sidewalk.
I offer Amber my arm, and she takes it, her touch igniting a sense of connection between us.
We walk through the park, the golden afternoon sun casting long shadows on the path.
The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of birds.
As we stroll, I share a funny story about my first basketball game, making her laugh.
She responds with a tale of her own, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
We pause by a bench, and I sit down next to her, our shoulders touching.
Amber points out a squirrel darting across the grass, and we watch it together, chuckling at its antics.
As we continue walking, our laughter echoes softly in the serene park.
Hand in hand, we step into the future, leaving behind the echoes of laughter and the promise of more to come.
I walk with Amber through the park, our hands still linked.
We come across a small pond, its surface reflecting the vibrant colors of the surrounding flowers.
"Look, ducks!" she exclaims, her eyes shining with excitement.
I smile, remembering the bread from lunch still in my pocket.
"Let's feed them."
I pull out the bread and tear it into small pieces.
Amber giggles as a duck waddles eagerly toward us.
We toss the bread into the water, watching as the ducks quack and splash around.
Their joyful sounds fill the air, mingling with Amber's infectious laughter.
As we continue feeding the ducks, our shoulders brush against each other, sending a warmth through me.
Amber turns to me, her expression suddenly serious.
"Do you ever think about what comes next, after all this?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I take a deep breath, letting the question settle like an echo in my mind, before confessing: "Amber, there is something I have wanted to tell you for a long time, and I believe this is the right moment to do so."
We stand by the pond, the ducks quacking softly as they swim closer, hoping for more bread.
My heart races as I turn to face her, our hands still intertwined.
I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs.
"I have always admired you from afar, Amber," I confess, my voice steady but quiet.
She looks at me, her eyes searching mine.
A gentle breeze ruffles her hair, and she squeezes my hand, a small smile forming on her lips.
We stand there for a moment, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the distant chirping of birds.
The ducks swim closer, their curious eyes watching us.
Amber takes a step forward, her eyes locked on mine.
She leans in, her breath warm against my cheek.
"I feel the same," she whispers softly.
Her words hang in the air, a melody that resonates deep within me.
I blink, trying to process the unexpected joy that floods my senses.
"Then maybe," I say, my voice filled with newfound hope, "this is just the beginning for us."
We stand there, hands clasped, the world around us fading into the background.
The ducks swim in the pond, their feathers glistening in the sunlight.
A soft breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.
Suddenly, we hear footsteps approaching on the gravel path.
Christell's voice reaches us before she comes into view.
"Hey guys, what are you up to?"
Amber and I exchange a quick glance, silently agreeing to keep our confession between us for now.
As Christell reaches us, she launches into a story about a recent incident at Burger Palace.
We listen intently, nodding and smiling as she talks.
I keep my hand linked with Amber's under the guise of feeding the ducks one last time.
"I was so surprised when I saw the manager's face turn red," Christell concludes, a mischievous grin on her lips.
I chuckle softly, glancing at Amber.
She smiles back at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Anyway, I was thinking we should grab some coffee at the café nearby," Christell suggests, gesturing towards the small café in the distance.
I look at Amber, silently asking if she wants to join us.
She nods almost imperceptibly, and I turn back to Christell.
"Sounds like a plan," I say, releasing Amber's hand as we begin walking towards the café.
As we walk, I keep my arm casually around Amber's shoulders, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
Christell continues to talk about Burger Palace, sharing more stories and laughter with us.
I listen intently, but my focus remains on Amber by my side.
We reach the café and step inside, greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
I stand at the counter, ordering our drinks while Amber and Christell find a table by the window.
As I wait for our order, I glance over at them.
Amber is laughing at something Christell said, her eyes bright and happy.
A warmth spreads through my chest as I remember our confession by the pond.
The barista hands me the drinks, and I carefully carry them back to our table.
I place Amber's coffee in front of her, our fingers brushing briefly as she takes it from me.
"Thanks," Amber says, her voice barely above a whisper, but her eyes convey so much more.
Christell leans forward, curiosity evident in her gaze.
"So, what's the secret between you two?" she asks with a teasing smile, clearly sensing something has changed.
I sit down in the chair across from her, my coffee steaming between us.
Amber and I exchange a quick glance, our eyes speaking volumes without a word.
I shake my head ever so slightly, signaling to Amber that we should keep our secret hidden for now.
Amber follows my cue, turning back to Christell with a casual smile on her lips.
She takes a sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving Christell's face.
"There's no secret," I say firmly, leaning forward to emphasize my words.
"We're just enjoying the day together."
Christell eyes us skeptically, but she doesn't press the matter further.
Instead, she changes the subject, talking about her plans for the weekend.
We sit there, sipping our coffees and chatting about everything and nothing.
The café buzzes around us, but in that moment, it feels like the world has slowed down.
I sit with Amber at the café, our hands occasionally brushing as we sip our coffee.
Christell talks about her weekend plans, but my focus remains on Amber's subtle smiles and the warmth of her presence.
We discuss school events and future aspirations, our conversation flowing naturally.
When Amber mentions a local art exhibit, I suggest we go together, and she agrees with a nod and a gentle touch on my arm.
The moment feels complete, as if the world has aligned just for us.
