Share
MidReal Story
Trapped With My Best Friend
Scenario:My crush and I were trapped in a closet during a school lockdown. The lockdown lasted four hours. We had to wait there for the whole duration.
Create my version of this story
Lily Thompson
introspective, and hopeful. Lily harbors a secret crush on her best friend, Jake. During a school lockdown, she finds herself trapped with him in a closet, leading to unexpected moments of intimacy and vulnerability. As they wait for the lockdown to end, Lily confronts her feelings and grapples with the fear of losing their friendship.
Ashley Bennett
supportive, and playful. Ashley often teases Lily about her crush on Jake but remains understanding and loyal. Her presence adds humor and lightness to the story as she tries to distract Lily from her nervousness about Jake.
Jake Anderson
loyal, and protective. Jake has always been there for Lily through thick and thin. During the lockdown, he comforts Lily as they hide in a closet together. Despite his obliviousness to Lily's romantic feelings for him, he shows genuine care and concern for her wellbeing.
I was in a closet with my best friend—the boy I’d been in love with for a very long time.
Four hours and forty-seven minutes to be exact.
But who was counting?
It wasn’t the first time we’d been in close confines.
We’d been locked in a bathroom once before, but it had only been for thirty minutes.
This was a little different.
For one thing, this time it wasn’t just the two of us.
And for another, this time the lockdown wasn’t scheduled.
Which meant it could last forever.
Okay, maybe not forever, but it could last until someone found us and let us out.
Or until the lockdown was called off—whichever came first.
I was hoping it would be the latter.
Because while Jake didn’t seem to mind being locked in with me, I minded very much.
Not because I didn’t want to be alone with him—I’d spent years dreaming of exactly that—but because I was pretty sure he didn’t want to be locked in with me.
And even if he did, it certainly wasn’t as more than a friend.
We’d been friends since childhood, and even though I’d come to realize my feelings for him went far beyond friendship, I had no indication he felt the same way.
In fact, every single indication said he didn’t.
I shifted uncomfortably against the metal shelving unit behind me, trying to find a better position.
The closet was small, and the smell of cleaning supplies was strong.
It made my head spin.
Jake sat directly across from me, his knees brushing mine in the narrow space.
Mark leaned against the door, his eyes closed.
The silence was oppressive.
My hands were sweating, and I couldn’t stop fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.
The fluorescent light seeping through the crack at the bottom of the door cast harsh shadows across Jake’s face.
I swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say.
Something that would break the tension and make things less awkward.
"Hey," I said, my voice shaking slightly.
"Remember that time we were locked in a bathroom?"
Jake looked up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered my question.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well," I said, trying to sound casual even though my heart was pounding in my chest, "I was just wondering if this is worse or better."
He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly amused by my question.
"Better," he said finally, his voice low and smooth.
"Why’s that?"
"Because this time, I’m not just your friend," Jake replied, his gaze steady and unflinching.
Mark opened his eyes, glancing between us with a knowing smile.
"About time you told her, man," he said, chuckling softly.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like I was going to pass out.
I stared at Jake’s face, trying to figure out what he meant.
Was he joking?
Or was he serious?
The words hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning.
Mark shifted uncomfortably against the door, pretending to be absorbed in his phone as the silence stretched out.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Jake’s face.
His expression was serious, his jaw clenched tight.
There was no hint of a smile on his lips, no sign that he was joking.
He met my gaze steadily, his eyes locked on mine.
The only indication that he was nervous at all was a slight tremor in his usual confident demeanor.
The closet suddenly felt much smaller than it had just a few minutes before.
The air seemed to vibrate with tension, and I could feel Jake’s eyes on me even though I wasn’t looking directly at him. My back was pressed up against a metal shelving unit, and one of the floor cleaner bottles was digging uncomfortably into my spine.
I didn’t move, though.
I hardly even breathed.
Jake sat across from me, his hand resting on his knee just inches from mine.
Outside the closet door, we could hear the sound of police radios echoing through the hallway.
It sounded like they were moving slowly from room to room, methodically clearing the building.
It wouldn’t be long before they reached our hallway.
Mark’s phone screen lit up, and I turned my attention to it gratefully.
Anything was better than the tension in the air.
He glanced down at the screen, then held it out so we could see.
It was a message from Ashley, one of his friends who’d been in our history class that morning.
She’d been in the back hallway when the lockdown started, and had ended up in a classroom with a police officer.
Mark’s eyes flicked to mine as he read the message out loud.
"She says she’s with a cop who cleared the back hallway," he said quietly.
"He’s moving toward us."
Jake shifted forward, his hand brushing against mine as he leaned over to look at Mark’s phone.
I pulled my hand away instinctively, still trying to process what he’d said earlier.
The words had been so unexpected, so completely out of left field, that I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around them. Mark turned slowly toward the door, his hand reaching out to turn the handle.
He paused for a moment, listening for any sound outside the closet.
Then he turned it slowly and peered through the crack at the side of the door.
The hallway was dark and empty.
The police radios were still audible, but they sounded farther away than they had just a few minutes before.
Mark closed the door again and turned back to us.
"It’s clear," he said softly.
"We should go."
Jake stood first, reaching out to touch my arm as I shifted forward.
"Stay behind me," he said quietly, his gaze flicking toward the door.
I nodded silently, still trying to process what was happening.
My legs had fallen asleep from sitting on the hard floor for so long, and I stumbled slightly as I got to my feet.
Jake reached out to steady me, his grip lingering longer than necessary. "Ready?" he asked softly, glancing over at Mark.
Mark nodded and reached for the door handle again.
He turned it slowly and peered out into the hallway once more before pushing it open just enough for him to slip through.
We waited until he was all the way out before Jake followed him, pulling me along behind him.
The hallway stretched out dark and empty in front of us, lit only by faint moonlight filtering through a skylight above us.
It was eerily quiet after being locked in that closet for so long, listening to police radios echoing through the building.
I felt like we were creeping through a horror movie, waiting for the bad guy to jump out and attack us.
My legs wobbled under me as I walked, and I was grateful when Jake kept his grip on my hand.
Mark moved ahead of us, his phone screen dimly lighting the way.
He kept it down by his leg, though, not wanting to attract attention.
We moved slowly down the hall, pausing at each intersection to listen for police radios or footsteps.
The moonlight streaming through the classroom windows cast long shadows across the floor, making every corner look ominous.
I’d never realized how creepy our school could be until now.
Mark stopped abruptly in front of us, and I ran into Jake’s back with an oof.
He turned and steadied me again, his hand resting on my waist for just a moment before he dropped it back to my hand. We were standing outside the science lab, and I peered through the window into the darkened room.
I could just make out Ashley’s familiar pink sweater in the back corner of the room, huddled next to a police officer.
She waved frantically at us when she saw us, pointing toward the emergency exit at the end of the hall.
