Scenario:Me and my crush got stuck in a closet during a lock down in school that lasted for 4 hours
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Me and my crush got stuck in a closet during a lock down in school that lasted for 4 hours
Ava Thompson
Jake. She is shy, introspective, and hopeful. Ava has harbored a secret crush on Jake for years but struggles to express her feelings. During a school lockdown, she finds herself trapped in a closet with Jake, leading to unexpected moments of intimacy and vulnerability. Despite her fears of rejection, Ava hopes to deepen their connection and explore the possibility of romance.
Jake Anderson
confident, and caring. Jake has been oblivious to Ava's feelings but shows kindness towards her during their unexpected confinement together. As they bond over shared fears and vulnerabilities during the lockdown, Jake reveals his own insecurities and attraction to Ava. He becomes more aware of his feelings for her and begins to consider the possibility of a romantic relationship.
Lily Martinez
supportive, and humorous. Lily often teases Ava about her crush on Jake but remains loyal and encouraging throughout their friendship. She provides comedic relief during tense moments and offers advice on how to navigate relationships with boys.
"Jake, I have something important I need to tell you."
My heart is racing and my hands are sweating.
I’m not sure if I should tell him how I feel about him.
What if he doesn’t feel the same way?
What if he laughs in my face?
We’ve been stuck in this closet for four hours and up until this point, we’ve been talking about everything from school to our families to our favorite books and movies.
He’s so easy to talk to and I’m having such a good time, I think maybe, just maybe, I can tell him how I really feel.
I have had a crush on him for years, but I have never had the courage to tell him or anyone else.
I’m not sure if I’m ready to tell him yet, but something about being confined in this closet together seems right.
Maybe it’s the fact that we can’t escape each other or that we are both trapped in here fighting for our lives.
Whatever it is, I feel like this is my chance to finally tell him how I feel.
"I think you should save it for when we get out of here," he says, looking at me strangely.
What if he tells someone about this? What if they don’t believe me?
"What if…"
My voice trails off before I lose all hope and give up on the idea of telling him how I feel.
"What if what?"
He asks, looking confused.
I shift uncomfortably on the hard floor.
The silence stretches between us like a rubber band that is about to snap.
His face is half-hidden in shadow, but I can see him processing what I said.
I turn my phone’s flashlight on and shine it around the storage closet we are in.
The light catches all the dust particles dancing in the air, making it look like we are trapped in a tiny snow globe.
I fidget with the hem of my sweater, counting the seconds as they tick by.
One, two, three, four, five.
I hear police sirens outside and remember that we are still in lockdown.
Ten, twenty, thirty.
Jake clears his throat and I prepare myself for him to tell me he doesn’t feel the same way about me.
"Actually, there's something I need to tell you too," Jake says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I blink, caught off guard by the unexpected turn.
"I've liked you for a long time, and being stuck here with you... well, it's made me realize I can't keep it to myself any longer."
My hands are shaking so much the phone's flashlight beam wobbles against the wall of the closet.
The dim light catches Jake's face and I see a nervous smile that I have never seen before.
I shift my position on the floor and accidentally knock over a stack of paper reams.
Jake helps me steady them, his hand brushing mine in the darkness.
His touch lingers longer than necessary.
The sirens outside grow fainter and are replaced by the sound of our breathing in the confined space.
My throat feels dry as I gather my courage to speak.
I inch closer to him on the cold floor, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Jake, are you serious?" I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and hope.
"Yeah," he replies softly, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light. "I just couldn't keep pretending anymore."
A smile breaks across my face as relief floods through me, warming the cold space between us.
