It's My Life

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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Disclaimer 1</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This game is meant to be fun and porny. Do not build your personal views of sex, relationships, or race relations from a pornographic game. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Disclaimer 2</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">As this game is pornographic, its use is restricted to those at or above the legal age to consume pornography within their state or country. Are you of legal age?</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Disclaimer 3</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my third game. I'm still learning. If it sucks, my bad. Don't take things so seriously and have fun. And from the top of my heart, thank you for playing.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[I am of legal age to consume pornographic content|Opening]]</div><div style="text-align: center;">[[I am not of legal age to consume pornographic content->Full Stop]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">From me (someone trying to make stupid & fun porn games),</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Logos/Amai Otoko.jpg" width=300 height=300 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">I "proudly" present,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Logos/Title.jpg" width=700 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Please enjoy.|Scene 1]] (Or don't. Who am I to tell you what to do?)</div><<audio "Song1" volume 0.5 play>>

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It's My Life

<div style="text-align: center;">After years of growing together, $Eugenio and $Marie decided it was time to start a family. Their journey together had been filled with love, laughter, and the occasional challenge, but their bond had only grown stronger. Now, they were ready to take the next step, filled with equal parts hope and quiet determination.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie stood at the edge of the bed, her robe slipping from her shoulders. Her eyes lingered on $Eugenio, a playful but soft smile on her lips. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I want to be on top tonight,” she said, her voice carrying a quiet confidence that made his breath catch.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio lies back on the bed, his shirt already undone, revealing the faint rise and fall of his chest. His lips curled into a soft smile as he reached for her. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “As you wish,” he murmured, his tone warm, his eyes filled with affection.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie climbed onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate as she straddled him. The soft glow of the lamp bathed her in golden light, highlighting the curve of her silhouette. She leaned forward, pressing her hands against his chest as she began to move, her body rolling gently against his. $Eugenio let out a quiet groan, his hands finding her hips, steadying her as they moved together.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/1.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Their breaths mingled as she leaned down, brushing her lips against his in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. Her hair framed their faces like a curtain, shutting out the world beyond their small, intimate bubble. $Eugenio’s hands roamed her back, tracing the familiar lines of her body as she set the pace, her rhythm steady and sure.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie tilted her head back, a soft sound escaping her lips as her movements deepened. Her fingers pressed against his chest, seeking balance as her body swayed. When she glanced down at him, her gaze softened. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re too quiet,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of teasing and vulnerability.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio smiled, his grip on her hips tightening slightly as he thrust up to meet her movements. His voice was low, roughened by his breathing. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “I’m just taking it all in. You’re beautiful, $Marie.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As the rhythm of their bodies grew more urgent, $Eugenio reached up, cupping her face as their lips met again in a kiss that left them both breathless. When $Marie slowed, shifting her body to face away from him, his hands slid down to her thighs, guiding her as she adjusted her movements. The sight of her, back arched and head tilted in pleasure, left him utterly captivated.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/2.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Eventually, she leaned forward, her breath coming in soft gasps as she rested her hands against the bed. $Eugenio took the opportunity to pull her close, rolling her onto her back. He hovered above her, his gaze meeting hers as he pressed into her again. Every movement was deliberate, every touch a reaffirmation of the love they shared.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/3.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her eyes shining as she held his gaze.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio pressed a kiss to her forehead, his breath hitching as he moved within her. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, his voice trembling with the weight of the moment.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As their bodies moved together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the quiet hope that this moment would bring the life they had dreamed of. When the moment finally peaked, $Eugenio buried his face against her neck, his voice breaking as he whispered her name. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/4.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie held him close, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along his back as their breathing began to slow. After a long moment, she smiled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Maybe this time…”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio pulled back slightly, brushing her hair from her face as he kissed her cheek. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “It will,” he said, his voice steady with quiet hope.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">In the stillness that followed, they lay tangled together, dreaming of the life they might soon create. And little did they know, [[that child was already on the way.|Scene 3]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The next several months were a mix of anticipation, preparation, and moments of quiet reflection. $Marie handled the challenges of pregnancy with resilience, while $Eugenio tackled his role as the doting father-to-be with an equal blend of enthusiasm and nervous energy.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/1.gif" width=500 height=400 /></div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Do you think he’ll look more like you or me?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio grinned as he leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “Hopefully, he gets your eyes. But if he gets my charm, we’re in trouble.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">One crisp morning, $Marie felt the first signs that their child was ready to arrive. The hospital bag, packed weeks earlier, was quickly grabbed, and $Eugenio helped her into the car. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “This is it,” his voice steady but full of excitement.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie nodded, her expression a mix of determination and nervousness. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “It’s really happening.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Labor was long and exhausting, but when it was over, every moment of struggle faded as $Marie held their newborn son in her arms. He was impossibly small, his fingers curling instinctively around hers, and his soft cries filled the room. $Eugenio stood beside her, his gaze fixed on the baby, his emotions written plainly across his face.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Random/1.jpg" width=600 height=600 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie’s voice was soft as she smiled down at their son. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “<<textbox "$Joseph" "Joseph">>. His name is $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio nodded, his voice thick with emotion. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “$Joseph $Martinez. Welcome, little one.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As the nurses bustled quietly in the background, the room seemed to shrink around the new family, their world narrowing to just the three of them. $Marie leaned her head back against the pillows, a tired but contented smile on her face. $Eugenio took her hand, his fingers threading through hers. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “This is just the beginning,” his voice steady, carrying a quiet promise.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Together, they gazed down at their son, feeling the weight of the moment and [[the endless possibilities that lay ahead.|Scene 4]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">It was an ordinary afternoon when $Marie came home earlier than usual. She had left work after the sudden cancellation of her last meeting and decided to surprise $Eugenio and $Joseph with some pastries from the café around the corner. The house was unusually quiet when she stepped inside, saved for the faint cooing of her son from the living room.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie’s heels clicked softly on the wooden floor as she approached the playpen, setting the pastry bag on the nearby table. She smiled down at $Joseph, who looked up at her with bright eyes and an outstretched hand. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Hey, sweetheart. Mommy’s home early. Have you been good for Daddy?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Joseph gurgled in response, his chubby fingers wrapping around hers as she leaned in to kiss his forehead. Her heart swelled at the sight of him, but a flicker of curiosity crossed her mind. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Where is Daddy, huh?” she murmured, her tone light but questioning.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As she straightened up, her ears caught an odd sound; a rhythmic noise coming from the direction of the bedroom. It was faint, almost masked by the ambient hum of the refrigerator, but unmistakable. Her brows furrowed as she stepped closer, and the sound became clearer: moaning, punctuated by breathy gasps and laughter.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Is he watching porn?@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She rolled her eyes, amused at the idea of walking in on her husband’s “alone time.” With a smirk, she adjusted her blouse and padded toward the bedroom. But as she pushed the door open, what she saw made her freeze.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/5.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Her voice was low, trembling with shock. “What. The. Hell.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio fucking a woman $Marie didn’t recognize, their faces flushed and their bodies far too close for it to be a misunderstanding. The woman yelped, clutching the blanket to her chest as Eugenio scrambled upright, his eyes wide with panic.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “$Marie, wait… this isn’t… I mean, it’s not what it looks like!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie’s laughter was sharp, bitter, and devoid of humor. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Oh, really? Because it looks like my husband’s screwing some random woman in our bed. So go ahead, $Eugenio. Enlighten me. What is it, exactly?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His shoulders slumped, his gaze falling to the floor as $Marie’s expression hardened. The other woman, still clutching the blanket, slid out of bed and began hastily gathering her clothes, mumbling apologies that $Marie ignored entirely.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Turning on her heels, $Marie walked back to the living room, her movements sharp and purposeful. She scooped $Joseph from his playpen, holding him close as tears welled in her eyes. $Eugenio followed, his voice desperate and pleading.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">$Eugenio<hr> “$Marie, please, just… let me explain! It was a mistake, okay? It didn’t mean anything.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She spun around, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “A mistake? You don’t just trip into someone pussy, $Eugenio. You chose this. You chose to betray me, betray us.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Joseph whimpered in her arms, sensing the tension, and $Marie forced herself to soften her tone as she gently rocked him. Without another word, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. $Eugenio called after her, but she didn’t stop. The slam of the door echoed through the house, leaving $Eugenio standing in silence.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">That night, $Marie didn’t sleep. She stayed in a small hotel room with $Joseph cradled in her arms, replaying the scene over and over in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of $Eugenio with that woman seared itself into her memory. By morning, her resolve had solidified.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Looking at $Joseph’s sleeping face, she whispered softly: “You deserve better than this. We both do.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie contacted a lawyer the following day, her decision clear. This wasn’t a moment she could forgive or forget. Her marriage was over, and now, her focus was solely on [[building a better life for her son.|Scene 5]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">$Marie stood outside their small apartment in Miami, looking up at the pale peach building with chipped paint and a flickering porch light. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs. After leaving $Eugenio behind, she had poured every ounce of her energy into finding a place where she and $Joseph could start over. Miami’s heat felt oppressive compared to the crisp fall air she’d left behind, but the city had a vibrancy that sparked a small hope in her chest.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The move hadn’t been easy. $Marie had spent countless nights balancing job applications with diaper changes, her exhaustion barely leaving room for tears. When she landed a job as a cafeteria manager at a local school, it felt like a lifeline. The pay wasn’t great, but it was steady, and it came with health insurance; something she hadn’t had in years.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Eugenio had called sporadically at first, promising to visit, to send money, to make things right. But as weeks turned into months, his calls grew less and less frequent until they stopped altogether. When Marie found out he had moved back to Peru without so much as a goodbye, she wasn’t surprised. Angry, yes. But surprised? No.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> As she tucked $Joseph into bed, she whispered softly to herself: “We don’t need him. We’re doing just fine on our own.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Joseph didn’t seem to notice the absence of his father. At just five years old, his world revolved around his mom, their tiny apartment, and the little rituals they created together. Every Friday, they’d walk to the dollar theater down the street, where $Marie would let him pick any movie he wanted. She didn’t care if they watched the same animated feature three times in a row; it was their escape, a couple of hours where life felt a little less heavy.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Random/2.jpg" width=700 height=500 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Money was tight, but $Marie found ways to stretch every dollar. When $Joseph begged for a PlayStation after seeing it on a TV commercial, she saved for months, finally surprising him with a refurbished console and a handful of demo discs. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph <hr> “This is the coolest thing ever!” he exclaimed@@ <div style="text-align: center;">His eyes wide as he clutched the controller. $Marie smiled, her heart aching with both pride and guilt. She wished she could give him more, but at least he had this.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Miami was vibrant in ways $Marie hadn’t anticipated. The rhythm of salsa music spilled from open windows, and the scent of Cuban coffee wafted through the air. The neighborhood was alive with energy, filled with voices speaking in a mix of Spanish, English, and Creole. At first, it was overwhelming, but slowly, it began to feel like home.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie made a habit of taking $Joseph on evening strolls around the neighborhood. He’d point out dogs in yards or brightly painted houses, his small hand clutching hers as he chattered about everything he saw. She often caught herself smiling despite her exhaustion. This city might not have been her first choice, but it was full of possibilities; for both of them.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the summer drew to a close, $Marie began to prepare for the next big step: enrolling $Joseph in school. She carefully saved for his supplies, clipping coupons and scouring sales for backpacks and notebooks. When she finally found a sturdy blue backpack covered in cartoon animals, $Joseph hugged it to his chest like it was the greatest gift he’d ever received.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">That night, after $Joseph had fallen asleep, $Marie sat at the kitchen table, running her fingers over the edge of his backpack. The silence of the apartment felt heavier than usual, but in it, she found a quiet sense of resolve. They weren’t just surviving; they were moving forward.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The start of school was just around the corner, and though $Marie knew it wouldn’t be easy, she felt ready. [[They both were.|Scene 6]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">$Marie moved through the kitchen with practiced efficiency, preparing a simple breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs. Today was a big day; not just for $Joseph, but for both of them.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">From the hallway came the sound of tiny, hesitant footsteps. $Joseph appeared, rubbing his eyes and dragging his feet, his hair sticking up in all directions. His backpack hung awkwardly from one shoulder, and he was still wearing mismatched socks. $Marie turned to see him, her hands on her hips.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “$Joseph, my love, what happened to the outfit we picked out last night? And your socks don’t match.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He looked down at his feet, then back up at her with a sheepish grin. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “They’re both blue. That counts, right?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie laughed softly, shaking her head as she knelt to fix his backpack straps. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Not quite, but it’s your first day, so I’ll let it slide. Now, let’s make sure you’re ready to go.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As they sat at the table for breakfast, $Joseph poked at his eggs with a fork, his usual chatter replaced by a thoughtful silence. $Marie noticed the slight furrow in his brow and reached across the table to gently squeeze his hand.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Penny for your thoughts, my love?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He hesitated, looking up at her with wide, uncertain eyes. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What if the other kids don’t like me? What if the teacher is mean? Or…” He paused dramatically, lowering his voice. “What if they make me eat something gross like broccoli?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie chuckled, her heart aching at his honesty. She leaned forward, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re going to do just fine. The kids will see how kind and funny you are, and the teacher will see how smart you are. And if they serve broccoli… well, just throw it away. No one will force you to eat it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Joseph smiled a little, though his nervousness didn’t fully disappear. When breakfast was done, $Marie helped him get dressed properly, adjusting his socks and smoothing his shirt. She made sure his backpack was packed with everything he needed, double-checking it one last time before they stepped out the door.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The walk to school was short but filled with the sounds of the bustling neighborhood. $Joseph held $Marie’s hand tightly, his head swiveling to take in the sights of street vendors setting up their carts and neighbors chatting in Spanish. The familiar scent of Cuban coffee wafted through the air, a comforting reminder of home. As they approached the school gates, $Joseph slowed, glancing up at his mom.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Are you sure I have to go, Mom? Can’t I just stay home with you?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie knelt down, her hands resting gently on his shoulders. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “My love, I know it’s scary. But you’re braver than you think. And when the day is done, I’ll be right here waiting to hear all about it.” She smiled, her voice soft but firm. “Sometimes, being brave just means taking the first step.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He nodded slowly, his grip on her hand tightening. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Okay, Mom. I’ll try.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie kissed his forehead, standing to watch as $Joseph walked hesitantly toward the building. He glanced back once, offering her a small wave, and she waved back with a reassuring smile. Her heart swelled with pride as she stood at the gates, watching her little boy take [[his first step into a new world.|Scene 7]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">(Wow Dude)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dugelle</div> <div style="text-align: center;">(Cool Dude)</div><div style="text-align: center;">mik120216</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Back|$return]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The classroom door creaked open, and every pair of eyes turned toward $Joseph. He froze for a moment, clutching the straps of his oversized backpack like a lifeline. The low hum of chatter faded, replaced by curious whispers and a few giggles from the rows of desks. His cheeks flushed as he stared down at his sneakers, wishing he could disappear. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Webster<hr> “Well, look who finally decided to join us. You must be $Joseph $Martinez, right? Don’t worry… you’re not in trouble for being late. Please take a seat. Either next to <<textbox "$Steven" "Steven">> <<textbox "$Cabello" "Cabello">> or <<textbox "$Kelly" "Kelly">> <<textbox "$Miller" "Miller">>.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Webster smiled warmly, gesturing towards your classmates. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Random/3.jpg" width=600 height=600 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> [[Sit next to him.|Scene 8A]] </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Random/4.jpg" width=600 height=600 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> [[Sit next to her.|Scene 8B]] </div>

@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hi. I’m $Joseph. Can I sit here?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Sure! I’m $Kelly.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Thanks.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “So, what’s your favorite band?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “The Spice Girls.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her eyes widened, and she leaned in closer, practically bouncing in her seat. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “No way! Me too! Which one’s your favorite?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Sporty Spice. She’s the coolest.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Kelly gasped dramatically. “Sporty is awesome! I love Baby Spice.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Baby’s great too.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Oh, and guess what, I just got their new album! You should totally come over tomorrow after school. We can listen to it and maybe do some of the dances!”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Really? That sounds awesome! I’ll ask my mom tonight.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Great! Let me know.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you spent the rest of the morning whispering about your favorite songs, music videos, and how you’d rank the Spice Girls. It was the most fun you’d had in class in a long time.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Webster<hr> “Miss $Miller, Mr. $Martinez. This is a classroom, not a music chat. Eyes on the board, please.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Kelly stifled a laugh and whispered to you. “Mrs. Webster’s right… we should stop. But seriously, Friday is going to be so much fun!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Joseph nodded, feeling like he’d already made a friend. By the time the bell rang, he couldn’t wait to keep talking to $Kelly about the Spice Girls and [[get permission to visit her house tomorrow.|Scene 9]]</div><<set $kelly to 1>>

@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> "Hi. I’m $Joseph. Can I sit here?"@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "Sure. I’m $Steven. Do you like video games?"@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> "Yeah, but I don’t have many."@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "That’s okay. I’ve got a ton. We just got Super Smash Bros. Have you played it?"@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> "No, but I’ve heard it’s really fun."@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "It’s awesome. I usually play as Link. He’s so good at dodging."@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Webster<hr> “Mr. $Cabello, Mr. $Martinez. This isn’t a gaming convention. Eyes on the board, please.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Webster’s voice cut through their conversation. Her tone was stern but not unkind. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "Sorry, Mrs. Webster."@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> "Sorry."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven shot you a quick grin, and you couldn’t help but smile back. The two of you settled down, but you could already tell this wouldn’t be the last time you got distracted talking to him.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">For the rest of the day, you and $Steven whispered back and forth about games, favorite characters, and movies you both liked. By lunch, you felt like you’d known him forever.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "Hey, want to come over tomorrow after school? We can play Smash, and my mom always makes pizza rolls."@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> "That sounds awesome. I’ll ask my mom tonight."@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "Cool. Let me know."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The rest of the day flew by as you and $Steven talked about your favorite characters and debated whether Kirby or Link was stronger. When the bell rang, you couldn't wait to [[talk to your mom.|Scene 9]]</div><<set $steven to 1>>

@@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “So, how was school today, my love? Did you have fun?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “It was great. I made a new friend. <<if $steven is 1>>His name is $Steven.<</if>> <<if $kelly is 1>>Her name is $Kelly.<</if>>”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “That’s wonderful! See? I told you you’d like school. Making friends always helps.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You were right. I was a little nervous at first, but it turned out fine. Actually, that reminds me… <<if $steven is 1>>he<</if>><<if $kelly is 1>>she<</if>> invited me over to <<if $steven is 1>>his<</if>><<if $kelly is 1>>her<</if>> house tomorrow. Would it be okay if I went?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Tomorrow, huh? Well, that sounds fun. <<if $steven is 1>>What’s $Steven like?<</if>><<if $kelly is 1>>What’s $Kelly like?<</if>>”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $steven is 1>>”He’s really nice. We’re both into games, and he’s got a ton at his house. He said we could play Smash Bros. and maybe have pizza rolls!”<</if>><<if $kelly is 1>>”She’s super cool. We’re both obsessed with Spice Girls, and she just got their new album. We’re going to listen to it.”<</if>>@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Well, as long as you get your homework done first, of course you can go. I’ll call <<if $steven is 1>>$Steven’s mom<</if>><<if $kelly is 1>>$Kelly’s mom<</if>> to make sure it’s all set.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Thanks, Mom!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about your plans for tomorrow; excited for the fun ahead.<<if $steven is 1>>[[The next day at school.|Scene 10A]]<</if>><<if $kelly is 1>>[[The next day at school.|Scene 10B]]<</if>></div>

@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hey, Steven! My mom said I can come over to your house today after school.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Awesome! My mom’s cool with it too. She's even making pizza rolls for us.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Pizza rolls and video games? This is already the best day ever.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “You’re going to love it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I can’t wait.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The bell rang, and you grabbed your backpack, joined $Steven and the two of you walked out of school.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "Come on, let’s head to my house. It’s just a few blocks away."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you walked, Steven showed you his favorite comic shop. You found yourself relaxing, enjoying the easy conversation as you got to know more about him.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You come here a lot?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> "All the time. It has these cool figures I’m saving up for.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">When you finally reached Steven’s house, it was a cozy one-story home. $Steven stopped at the gate, turning to you with a grin.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Here we are.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He opened the gate, leading the way up the short path. You followed close behind, the scent of something delicious wafting faintly from the house. $Steven opened the door and motioned for you to [[come inside.|Scene 11A]]</div>

@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hey, $Kelly! My mom said I can come over to your house after school.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “That’s awesome! My mom said it’s fine too. We’re gonna have so much fun!”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I can’t wait.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Me neither!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The rest of the day seemed to crawl by. Every tick of the classroom clock felt like an eternity, and you found yourself glancing at the time every few minutes. $Kelly caught your eye a few times and grinned. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Mouthing, “Almost there!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Finally, the last bell rang, and you grabbed your backpack, heading toward the bike racks where $Kelly is already waiting for you.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Hey, ready to go? My house is just a few blocks away.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah, let’s go.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As the two of you walked through the neighborhood, $Kelly pointed out a bookstore with a colorful display in the window.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “That bookstore has the cutest notebooks. I have way too many.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You laughed. “What do you do with all of them?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Mostly doodle. Want to see?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Sure.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">After a short walk, you arrived at Kelly’s house. Kelly pushed the door open, and you stepped through the door, ready for an [[afternoon of music, laughter, and fun.|Scene 11B]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">When you arrive at Kelly’s house, her mom is standing by the door, smiling warmly.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/3.jpg" width=400 height=600 /></div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Hi, Mom! We’re here!”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly’s Mom<hr> “Welcome home, sweetie. And this must be $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly’s Mom<hr> She laughed lightly, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, aren’t you polite? But please, call me <<textbox "$Daisy" "Daisy">>. We don’t do “ma’am” around here, it makes me feel ancient.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Mom, stop being weird. It’s embarrassing.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Daisy raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Weird? Excuse me, young lady, I’m not weird; I’m quirky. There’s a difference. Isn’t that right, $Joseph?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"><<link "Agree." "Scene 12B">><<set $daisy to 1>><</link>> Or, <<link "Be polite." "Scene 12B">><<set $kelly to 2>><</link>></div>

@@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Mom. I’m home.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven’s Mom<hr> “Welcome back, honey. Is that your new friend you were telling me about?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Yeah! This is $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance over to see his mom sitting on the couch, surrounded by magazines and a steaming cup of tea. She looks up with a warm smile.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/2.jpg" width=400 height=600 /></div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Nice to meet you, Mrs. $Cabello.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven’s Mom<hr> She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “What a little gentleman! But please, just call me <<textbox "$Gabby" "Gabby">>.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Okay. I will.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Anyway, Mom, we’re gonna play video games now.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “Alright. Have fun, boys. Pizza rolls are in the kitchen if you get hungry.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Steven led you into the living room, where a large TV was set up with a game console. Steven powered on the console, and the game’s theme music filled the room.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Alright, Joseph, pick your character. You’re about to see why I’m the best at this game.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You laughed, scrolling through the character options. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m ready for the challenge. Let’s see if you’re as good as you think you are.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Just as you were about to start, a voice called out from the hallway.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “$Steven! Are you playing Smash Bros. without me?!”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Oh no, it’s <<textbox "$Molly" "Molly">>. She’s going to ruin everything.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven groaned as $Molly ran into the room. She looked like she was a year younger than both of you.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Random/6.jpg" width=600 height=600 /></div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> With a mischievous grin and a determined gleam in her eye, “I want to play too! You promised I could join next time!”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “That was last week, and you kept button-mashing! You ruined the game!”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “No, I didn’t! You’re just mad because I beat you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven turned to you, clearly frustrated.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “It’s up to you, $Joseph. Do you want to let her play?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"><<link "Let her join." "Scene 12A">><<set $molly to 1>><<set $gabby to 1>><</link>> or <<link "Say no, she can’t play." "Scene 12A">><<set $steven to 2>> <</link>></div>

<<if $molly is 1>>@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Why don’t we just let her play?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “See! He wants me to play.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven groaned, handing $Molly a controller. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Fine. But no crying when we beat you.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “I promise I won’t!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The three of you settled on the couch, controllers in hand, as the character selection screen popped up. $Molly picked Kirby, her favorite, while you picked Samus, and $Steven predictably chose Link.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Alright, $Molly. No button-mashing this time, okay?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “What’s wrong with button-mashing? It works!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You couldn’t help but laugh as the game began. $Molly’s enthusiasm made up for her lack of strategy, and somehow, she managed to knock $Steven off the stage twice in a row.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “What?! How is she winning?!”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You smirked. “Looks like Kirby’s got some hidden skills.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The three of you played for hours, laughter filling the room as $Molly celebrated every small victory and $Steven grumbled about her unorthodox tactics. </div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/2.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">By the time your mom arrived to pick you up, you couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “$Joseph, your mom is here.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Looks like I have to go.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Thanks for letting me play with you guys.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “No problem.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you grabbed your backpack, $Molly surprised you with a quick hug. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/2.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven rolled his eyes, but you just smiled, knowing this was a [[day you wouldn’t forget.|Scene 13]]</div><</if>><<if $steven is 2>>@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Sorry, $Molly. I think it’s better if it’s just me and $Steven today.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> Her lip trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. “That’s so mean!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before $Steven could say anything, $Molly ran out of the room, wailing dramatically.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Ugh. Here we go.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Moments later, you heard $Molly’s voice in the hallway, complaining loudly to their mom.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Mom! $Steven and $Joseph won’t let me play!”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Gabby’s voice called back, calm but firm. “$Molly, it’s their turn. You’ve already played this week.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven smirked, clearly relieved, as he handed you a controller.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Thanks, Mom!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You couldn’t help but smile as $Steven started the game, the earlier drama quickly forgotten. The two of you dove into the game for hours, the room filled with cheers and laughter.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/3.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “$Joseph, your mom is here.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Looks like I have to go.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Alright. See you at school tomorrow?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Definitely.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you left, you couldn’t help but think about how much fun you’d had with $Steven. You felt like [[you’d found a great friend.|Scene 13]]</div><</if>>

@@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Did you have fun?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah, it was awesome.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “What did you do?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $steven gte 1>>”We played Super Smash Bros. for hours.”<</if>><<if $kelly gte 1>>”We listened to the Spice Girls’ new album. $Kelly’s really into karaoke.”<</if>>@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Sounds like you had a blast. I’m so glad you’re making new friends.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah, they’re really nice. I was kind of nervous at first, but they made it easy.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “So, do you think you’ll hang out with them again soon?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Definitely. <<if $steven gte 1>>$Steven invited me over again to play games.”<</if>><<if $kelly gte 1>>$Kelly said I could come back anytime to do karaoke again.”<</if>>@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “That’s great.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The rest of the ride home was filled with your mom asking questions about the day.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Alright, let’s get inside.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> Okay, Mom. And thanks for letting me go.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you walked into the house, you couldn’t help but smile. Today was a start, and you were already looking forward to what [[tomorrow might bring.|Scene 14]]</div>

<<if $daisy is 1>>@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Your mom’s right. Being “weird” just makes her unique.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She beamed at you, her smile warm. “See, $Kelly? Your friend gets it. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for being yourself.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I guess. But could you at least tone it down a little while my friend’s here?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Daisy raised her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll try to be less “weird” if it makes you happy.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “That’s all I ask. Come on, $Joseph, let’s go listen to the new album.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Kelly started down the hallway, but you stayed behind for a second, turning to $Daisy with a small smile.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “For what it’s worth, I think you’re cool the way you are.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her expression softened, and she chuckled. “That’s sweet of you to say. You’re going to be a heartbreaker someday. Now go on and have fun.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You followed $Kelly to her room, where the colorful decor and Spice Girls posters made the space feel like a burst of energy. $Kelly was already at her CD player, hitting play on the new album.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/4.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop ></video> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Alright, get ready.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The music started, and Kelly grabbed a karaoke mic, singing along with dramatic hand gestures. She spun around and pointed the mic at you.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Come on! Don’t just sit there. Sing with me!”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You laughed. “I don’t think I know all the words.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “That’s okay! Just follow my lead!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you spent the next hour laughing, singing, and pretending to be pop stars. Time flew by, and soon, Daisy called out from the kitchen.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “$Kelly, $Joseph’s mom is here!”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Already?! Time went so fast!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Kelly walked with you to the door, where your mom was waiting with a smile.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Hi, $Kelly. Did you two have fun?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Yeah! He’s a natural pop star!”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She chuckled. "I’ll have to hear him sometime. Thanks for having him, $Daisy.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “Oh, he’s welcome anytime. He’s a sweetheart.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you left, $Kelly waved excitedly. You climbed into the car, feeling happier than you had in a long time. Today had been a blast, and [[you couldn’t wait to hang out again.|Scene 13]]</div><</if>><<if $kelly is 2>>@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say. “Uh… maybe?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Daisy tilted her head, her tone playful but understanding. “Well, I guess it’s a lot to process. My quirkiness isn’t for everyone.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “See? He agrees with me, but he’s too polite to say it outright.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Daisy laughed softly, shaking her head. “Fair enough. Go on, you two. Have fun with your music.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Kelly led you down the hallway, muttering about her mom’s antics. You followed her to her room, feeling a mix of amusement and relief that the conversation was over.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Sorry about her. She’s always like that with my friends.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “It’s okay. She’s just trying to be nice.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, come on!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Kelly threw open the door to her room, revealing a burst of color. Posters of the Spice Girls lined one wall, and her desk was neatly organized with a stack of CDs, and a karaoke mic.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Welcome to my room!”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “It’s awesome.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I know, right? Okay, sit down. The album’s ready to play.”@@ <video src="Videos/Scenes/4.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">The first track started, and $Kelly wasted no time grabbing the karaoke mic and singing along. She gestured dramatically as if performing on stage, and then pointed the mic at you.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Your turn!”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You laughed. “No way. I’ll just listen.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Fine, but I’m making you sing next time.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you spent the afternoon singing (well, mostly $Kelly), and laughing. Time flew by, and soon $Daisy’s voice called out from the kitchen.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “$Kelly, $Joseph’s mom is here!”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Aw, already? That was too fast.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Kelly walked you to the door, where your mom was waiting with a smile.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Hi, $Kelly. Did you two have fun?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Yeah! Your son’s pretty fun to hang out with.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “That’s good to hear. Thanks for having him, $Daisy.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “Oh, he’s welcome anytime. He’s such a polite boy.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you headed to the car, Kelly waved excitedly. You climbed into the car, smiling at the thought of the day. $Kelly’s energy and $Daisy’s warmth had made it a great afternoon, and you were already looking forward to the [[next time you could hang out.|Scene 13]]</div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">The next seven years passed in a blur. During this time, life isn’t easy for your mom. Balancing work, home, and being there for you feels like a constant juggling act. But through all the struggles and triumphs, the bond between you grows stronger every day.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom works tirelessly to keep everything together. As a single parent, she wears multiple hats: breadwinner, caretaker, cheerleader, and sometimes even your homework buddy. There are days when you catch her staring off into the distance, the weight of her responsibilities etched on her face, but she always smiles when you look her way.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes the stress shows; like when she forgets to sign a permission slip or rushes into the school office apologizing for being late to pick you up. You don’t fully understand it now, but you know she’s doing her best to make life work for both of you.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">There are nights when she sits at the kitchen table after you’ve gone to bed, her head in her hands as she quietly whispers to herself. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Am I doing enough? Am I making the right choices for us?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">It’s rare for you to catch these moments, but when you do, they linger in your mind.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Even in her doubt, she never lets it show when she’s with you. To you, she seems invincible; a constant source of love and encouragement no matter what’s happening in her world.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">For every tough moment, there are just as many moments of joy. She lights up when you bring home a good grade or a piece of art from school. She celebrates your small victories like they’re the biggest achievements in the world.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Even after a long day at work, she always makes time for you. Genuinely listening as you tell her about recess adventures or the latest classroom drama. It’s in these moments that you feel how much she loves being your mom.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As you grow older, you start to notice the little things she does for you; the way she packs your favorite snacks even when money is tight, or how she stays up late sewing costumes for school plays. You don’t always say it, but you know how much she gives to make your life better.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">One evening, after a particularly rough day for her, you surprise her by offering to help with dinner. Her face softens, and she pulls you into a hug.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Thanks, sweetheart. We’re a team, aren’t we?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">That moment sticks with you, a reminder that even though she’s the adult, you can still be there for her, too.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Despite the challenges, your relationship is full of laughter and warmth. She turns grocery shopping into a game and sings along to cheesy radio hits during car rides, her voice just slightly off-key. You laugh every time, but it only makes her sing louder.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">And at night, she sits on the edge of your bed, listening as you ramble about your dreams and fears.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Whatever you decide to do, I’ll always be proud of you,” she says, brushing your hair back.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words wrap around you like a blanket, making you feel safe and loved.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Through her actions, your mom teaches you some of life’s most important lessons: resilience, kindness, and the importance of hard work. She also believes in letting you make mistakes.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I’m here if you need me, but I know you’ve got this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her encouragement gives you the confidence to push through challenges, even when they seem impossible.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By the time you finish elementary school, your relationship with your mom has grown into something unshakable. She isn’t just the person who takes care of you; she’s your biggest supporter, your safe place, and your teammate. Together, you’ve faced the highs and lows, and every challenge has only made your bond stronger.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Through every packed lunch, bedtime story, and heartfelt conversation, she shows you that no matter what happens, you are loved unconditionally.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You grew and changed, each day shaping the person you were becoming. You started noticing what you enjoyed most.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Do you get into <<link "playing roller hockey" "Scene 15">><<set $sport to 1>><</link>> or <<link "reading books and studying" "Scene 15">><<set $smart to 1>><</link>>? Alternatively you could say “fuck it” and go home every day after school to <<link "play video games and watch movies." "Scene 15">><<set $lazy to 1>><</link>></div>

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<<if $ashleyhate is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">A few days later, you receive a message from $Ashley. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone is smug and taunting. “So, $Kelly thought she could skip my party with you? Guess again. Thought you’d want to see this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Attached is a video of $Kelly. Hesitantly, you press play, expecting the worst. The video shows $Kelly blowing two unknown men. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/27.webm" width="350" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">$Ashley’s commentary about making her do this only adds to your misery. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleyhate is 1>>@@.thought; What has she done to $Kelly?@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">At that moment, you receive another message with a second video attached.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Thought you’d like to see how it ended.”@@ <video src="Videos/Sex/28.webm" width="350" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You close the video, unsure of how to process what you’ve seen. You try to call $Kelly to no avail.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The next day $Kelly texts you, asking to meet at the park. You meet her by the swings, her expression calm but unreadable.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Are you okay? I tried calling after getting the videos. Why $Ashley would do something like that?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice is steady, but there’s a hint of something new in her tone. “She did it to humiliate me, but it didn’t work. What she made me do... it unlocked something in me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words catch you off guard. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “What do you mean?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> A small, contemplative smile on her face. “I learned something about myself; about what I want, about who I am. The way those men used me… I want more. I can’t stop thinking about their cocks.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod slowly, unsure of what to say. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Okay? I mean if that’s what you want, then I guess that’s what matters.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice softens, but there’s a firmness in her words. “Thanks. You really are a nice guy. Now I have to go. I have a date tonight. Maybe I’ll call you later.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words sting, but you nod, letting her go. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, $Kelly has distanced herself entirely. You spend your days feeling lost.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleyhate is 1>>@@.thought; It’s clear $Kelly’s moved on. I guess it’s time that I do too. I just wish things would go back to the way they were.@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom notices how withdrawn you’ve become. One evening, she sits beside you on the couch, her expression warm but worried. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “You’ve been really quiet this summer, my love. Is everything okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Kelly changed these past few months, and decided she doesn’t want to be friends anymore. I’m just... trying to figure it all out.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She places a hand on your shoulder, her voice full of compassion. “People change, honey. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up, but that doesn’t mean you won’t find your place again. Give yourself time.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words bring a small measure of comfort, though the ache of losing $Kelly still lingers. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The night before high school starts, you sit in your room, thinking about everything that’s happened. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleyhate is 1>>@@.thought; “High school’s a fresh start. Maybe I’ll figure out who I am, just like $Kelly did.@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that thought, you drift off to sleep, ready to [[face the next chapter.|Scene 29B]] </div><<else>><div style="text-align: center;">As you and $Kelly are listening to music, she says she has something to tell you. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice is hesitant, her eyes avoiding yours. “So, uh... my mom got a new job. We’re moving. Like... this weekend.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stare at her, your stomach sinking. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “This weekend? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She shrugs, guilt flashing across her face. “We just found out, and everything’s been so crazy. I didn’t know how to tell you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">On moving day, you stand on her driveway, watching the movers load the last of her family’s belongings. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “So... this is really it?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Yeah. But we’ll stay in touch, right? I’ll text you as soon as we’re settled.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She hugs you tightly, whispering a soft goodbye before climbing into the car. You wave until they disappear down the street, clutching onto her words like a lifeline. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, you’ve sent $Kelly a dozen texts, but the silence grows heavier with each one. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Text messages sent: “Hey, how’s the new place?” “Did you get unpacked yet?” “Do you miss me as much as I miss you?” “Let me know when you’re free to chat.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Each unanswered message feels like another crack in your chest. At first, you convince yourself she’s just busy, but as weeks pass, hope begins to fade. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $kelly gte 1 or $kellyb gte 1>>@@.thought; Maybe I meant less to her than she meant to me.@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By August, your mom notices how withdrawn you’ve become. One evening, she sits beside you on the couch, her expression warm but worried. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “You’ve been so quiet this summer, my love. Is something going on?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Kelly moved, and I’ve been texting her, but she’s not replying. I guess she’s moved on.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She places a hand on your shoulder, her voice filled with compassion. “I’m sorry, honey. Sometimes people drift apart, even when they don’t mean to. But that doesn’t mean you won’t find new connections, or that you won’t hear from $Kelly again someday.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words bring a small measure of comfort, though they don’t erase the ache of her absence. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The night before high school starts, you sit in your room, scrolling through your unanswered texts to $Kelly. You think about sending one more message but decide against it. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $kelly gte 1 or $kellyb gte 1>>@@.thought; “She’s gone, and I can’t keep holding on. Maybe high school will be a chance to start fresh.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You put your phone down and lie back, staring at the ceiling as you try to imagine what the [[next day will bring.|Scene 29B]]</div><</if>><<audio "Song5" volume 0.5 play>>

<<if $sport is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Your obsession with hockey starts with D2: The Mighty Ducks and the incredible cartoon series. Seriously, how could anyone not love anthropomorphic ducks from another planet playing hockey and fighting crime? It’s pure 90’s gold.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">When you tell your mom you want to play hockey, she hesitates. Hockey isn’t cheap, and money has always been tight. But she sees how much it means to you. After some careful budgeting and a lot of overtime, she surprises you with a pair of rollerblades. It’s like Christmas and your birthday rolled into one.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Still, hockey equipment and league fees are expensive. To afford it, your mom picks up a second job at the YMCA. The silver lining? Her new job means she can enroll you in roller hockey at half the cost. From the moment you step onto the rink, you’re hooked. Sure, she tries to get you to play other sports like soccer or baseball, but those don’t compare. Hockey is your world now, and every spare moment is spent practicing slapshots or skating drills.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/5.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You’ve always known you want to be an OBGYN when you grow up. Why? The money, of course. (Get your head out of the gutter, it’s a respectable profession!) But your mom warns you that it won’t be easy. Becoming a doctor means a lot of reading, studying, and sacrificing your free time. That doesn’t faze you. You’re determined.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">From that moment on, your life revolves around academics. Flashcards become your best friend. You pour over science books, memorizing anatomy and dreaming about acing every test. Your mom tries encouraging you to play outside or pick up a sport, but you shrug her off. You’re too busy building your future.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">At school, your teachers notice your dedication. Some call you a “gifted student,” while others warn you not to overwork yourself. You don’t care. Straight A’s become your goal, and nothing will stand in your way.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/3.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Let’s face it; reading and studying aren’t your thing. You figure you learn enough during class, and as long as you’re passing, who cares if it’s an A or a C? School is just a pit stop before you get to the best part of the day: heading home to play video games and watching your favorite shows.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">While other kids are outside running around, you’re inside glued to the screen. Blockbuster becomes your second home, and your weekend routine revolves around picking out movies and snacks. Cartoons, action flicks, comedies, it doesn’t matter. If it’s on VHS or cable, you’re watching it.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your love for pop culture turns you into a walking encyclopedia of movie trivia. Want to know which actor played the villain in that one sci-fi movie? You’ve got the answer. Need a recommendation for the best Saturday morning cartoons? Look no further. Sure, you’re not the most active kid in the neighborhood, but you’re definitely the go-to person for all things entertainment.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/4.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">One thing stayed constant: your friend. They weren’t just person you hung out with; they were your escape, your support system, and your family outside of home.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You spent countless afternoons at their house, where their parents knew you by name and always made sure there were snacks. <<if $steven gte 1>>$Steven’s living room became your battleground for endless Smash Bros. tournaments. His mom’s pizza rolls practically became a staple in your diet, and his little sister $Molly was always there to stir up some chaos.<</if>><<if $kelly gte 1>>$Kelly’s room felt like stepping into a pop culture museum. You could recite every Spice Girls lyric with her, and her mom, $Daisy, always had something funny to say that left you smiling.<</if>> Each visit felt like stepping into a second home, where you could truly be yourself.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your time together wasn’t always about the activities. Sure, the games, music, and movies were great, but it was the conversations that stuck with you. You talked about your favorite shows, your biggest dreams, and the little things that only kids seemed to care about. They were the kind of talks that made you forget the world outside, if only for a little while.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">And when things got tough you knew your friend would be there to cheer you up. They’d crack jokes, share stories, or just sit quietly with you until everything felt okay again.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the years passed, your bond with them only grew stronger. Together, you navigated the ups and downs of elementary school, from silly pranks and secret handshakes to whispered conversations during lunch. They weren’t just your friend; they were the person who helped you discover who you were.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Before you knew it, elementary school was behind you. With it came the bittersweet realization that childhood was changing. But as you stood on the brink of middle school, you knew one thing for sure: no matter what came next, you had people in your corner who made you feel like you belonged.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Time to begin middle school.|Scene 16]]@@.thought; Also, somewhere along the way, you developed an inner voice.@@</div><<audio "Song2" volume 0.5 play>>

<<if $steven gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The first day of middle school dawned bright and warm, and with it came a mix of excitement and nerves. You stood at the school gates, the weight of your backpack pulling at your shoulders as you glanced around at the sea of unfamiliar faces.</div> <<if $sport is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You walked to school with $Steven, chatting about the upcoming hockey season. He laughed as you talked about perfecting your slapshot, promising to join you for a practice session soon.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Dude, I’ve been waiting all summer to get back into it. This year’s gonna be our year, I can feel it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “You mean the year I finally score more goals than you?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> Steven grinned, rolling his eyes. “Sure, keep dreaming.”@@<</if>><<if $smart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Your summer had been filled with reading and prepping for the advanced classes you’d signed up for. Walking into the school with your books neatly stacked in your arms, you felt a surge of confidence; you were ready to take on the academic challenges ahead.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You whispered to yourself as you adjusted your glasses. “Alright, let’s do this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Steven spotted you from across the hall. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “What the heck is wrong with you? Nobody’s excited for school!”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I’m not “nobody.” I’ve been waiting for this all summer!”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “You’re such a nerd.”@@<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The walk to school felt slower than usual. Summer had been a blur of video games and movies, and the thought of sitting in class all day felt like a bad joke. You caught up with $Steven near the bike racks, both of you groaning about summer being over.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Man, why did summer have to end?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You nodded. “Yeah, it’s not fair. At least we’ll have weekends to hang out.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both laughed, promising to spend as much time gaming after school as possible.</div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">The first day of middle school was already chaotic, with the hallways packed and the buzz of conversation filling the air. You and $Steven were finding your way through the crowd when raised voices caught your attention.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Near the lockers, a group of kids stood in a loose circle, their faces a mix of curiosity and unease. In the center, a tall girl with her arms crossed stood over a smaller kid clutching their backpack. Her glare was sharp, and her voice cut through the noise around you.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “What’s your problem? Too scared to say anything?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The girl looked down at her shoes, her knuckles white as she clung to her backpack. The crowd murmured but stayed put, unwilling to step in. $Steven glanced at you, his face a mix of uncertainty and concern.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “What do we do? Should we say something?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hesitated, weighing your options. The girl didn’t look like someone who backed down easily, but [[you couldn’t just stand there|Scene 17A]] or <<link "could you?" "Scene 17B">><<set $steven to $steven + 1>><</link>></div><</if>><<if $kelly gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The first day of middle school arrived, bringing with it a mix of excitement and nerves. You stood at the school gates, clutching your backpack, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. Just as you started to wonder if you’d have to walk in alone, a familiar voice called out.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “$Joseph! Over here!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You turned to see $Kelly waving enthusiastically, her bright smile making you feel instantly more at ease. She hurried over, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders.</div> <<if $sport is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The two of you fell into step, chatting about the summer and how much time you’d spent rollerblading. $Kelly laughed as you described your latest hockey mishap, shaking her head at your dramatic retelling.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I’m still not sure how you managed to fall into a trash can while wearing skates.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grinned, shrugging. “It takes talent. Not everyone can pull off a move like that.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She rolled her eyes, laughing. “Yeah, you’re a real inspiration.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The conversation kept your nerves at bay as the two of you walked through the school doors, ready to tackle the day together.</div><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The summer had been a blur of books and study sessions, and $Kelly had joined you for a few of them. As you walked into school, she nudged you with her elbow, grinning.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “So, do you think we’re still going to be the smartest kids in school, or is middle school going to humble us?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You adjusted your backpack, smirking. “I’m betting on us staying at the top. We’ve got this.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “You’re way too confident, but I like the energy. Let’s do it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you felt your earlier worries fade as you stepped into the building side by side.</div><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Summer had been a mix of movie marathons and lazy afternoons, most of them spent at $Kelly’s house. As you walked toward the school together, she let out a dramatic sigh.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Ugh, I can’t believe we have to go back. Why can’t middle school be optional?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You nodded. “Yeah, I already miss summer. At least we can hang out after school.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Exactly. We can plan a new movie marathon. I have, like, ten VHS tapes we still need to watch.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The idea of spending afternoons with Kelly kept your spirits up as you walked into the school, bracing yourself for the day ahead.</div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">The first day of middle school was already chaotic, with the hallways packed and the buzz of conversation filling the air. You and $Kelly were finding your way through the crowd when raised voices caught your attention.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Near the lockers, a group of kids stood in a loose circle, their faces a mix of curiosity and unease. In the center, a tall girl with her arms crossed stood over a smaller kid clutching their backpack. Her glare was sharp, and her voice cut through the noise around you.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “What’s your problem? Too scared to say anything?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The boy looked down at his shoes, his knuckles white as he clung to his backpack. The crowd murmured but stayed put, unwilling to step in. $Kelly glanced at you, her face a mix of uncertainty and concern.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “What do we do? Should we say something?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hesitated, weighing your options. The girl didn’t look like someone who backed down easily, but [[you couldn’t just stand there|Scene 17A]] or <<link "could you?" "Scene 17B">><<set $kelly to $kelly + 1>><</link>></div><</if>><<audio Song2 fadeout>>

<<if $steven gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You push through the crowd, your pulse quickening as you close the distance to the bully. The murmurs around you grow louder, but you tune them out. Right now, the only thing that matters is stopping this.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Leave her alone. Or better yet, why don’t you try that with me?”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Excuse me, miss? Please leave her alone.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Get the hell away from her, you dumb bitch.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The bully, tall and imposing, turned her sharp gaze on you. Her smirk widened as she took a step closer, clearly enjoying the attention.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”I’m $Joseph. Now get away from her.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I’m sorry. I’m $Joseph. Now kindly leave her alone.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”What does it matter who I am? Just leave her alone.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The crowd grew quiet, their eyes flicking between you and the bully. The bully crossed her arms, her smirk now a full-blown grin.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> She tilted her head, her tone dripping with mockery. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. My name is <<textbox "$Ashley" "Ashley">>. You might want to remember it. I don’t forget people who cross me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”What’s your point? Fuck off.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Nice to meet you. Does this mean you’ll leave her alone?”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”I don’t give a fuck. Just get lost.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>>”Fine. I was getting bored anyway.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Oh no, now I’ve decided to make you my new favorite target. This is going to be fun.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She turned on her heel, tossing a final glare over her shoulder before disappearing into the crowd. The whispers around you slowly died down as the students scattered. You turned to the girl, who was still clutching her backpack, her face flushed with embarrassment.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/5.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Are you okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The girl looked up at you shyly, her big eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She nodded quickly but didn’t speak right away, her cheeks turning pink.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Y-yeah. Thank you for helping me…”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “No problem. I couldn’t just stand by and let her treat you like that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She bit her lip, glancing down at the floor before looking back up at you with a small, grateful smile.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “No one’s ever stood up for me before… You’re really brave.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You felt a small blush creeping up your own cheeks. “I just did what anyone should do.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her smile grew a little brighter, and she hesitated before speaking again. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice soft. “I know this is sudden, but… would you like to come over to my house after school?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You paused, remembering you’d already made plans with $Steven. <<link "Blow them off and go with $Kelly." "Scene 18A">><<set $kellyb to 1>><</link>> or <<link "Stick to your plans." "Scene 18B">><<set $steven to $steven + 1>><</link>></div><</if>><<if $kelly gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You quickly make your way over to the bully, ignoring the crowd that had gathered to watch. All you can think about is stopping this.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Hey! Leave him alone. Or better yet, why don’t you try that with me?”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Excuse me, miss? Please leave him alone.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Get the hell away from him, you bitch!”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The tall, intimidating bully, turned toward you. Her smirk widened as her eyes raked over you, clearly unimpressed.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Who do you think you are, barging in like this?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”I’m $Joseph. Now get away from him.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”My name’s $Joseph, and I’d appreciate it if you stopped bothering him.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”What does it matter who I am? Just leave him alone.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The hallway grew quiet, and you could feel all eyes on you. The bully crossed her arms, her smirk turning into a mocking grin.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “You’ve got guts, kid. My name is <<textbox "$Ashley" "Ashley">>. You might want to remember it. I don’t forget people who cross me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”What’s your point? Fuck off.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Nice to meet you. Does this mean you’ll leave him alone?”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”I don’t give a fuck. Just get lost.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>>”Fine. I was getting bored anyway.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Oh no, I’ve decided to make you my new favorite target. This is going to be fun.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With a final smirk, she spun on her heel and walked away. The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving you standing there with the boy she had been picking on.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Are you okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The boy looked up at you, his face pale but grateful.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “I’m fine. Thanks for stepping in.<<if $smart is 1>> Sorry you’ll have to deal with her now too.<</if>>”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “No problem. I just saw someone in trouble and had to help.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven smiled, his shoulders relaxing as he adjusted his backpack. After a moment, he hesitated, then spoke again.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “You know what? I know this might be sudden, but… do you want to come over to my house after school? I just got Melee.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You paused, remembering you already had plans with $Kelly after school. What do you do? <<link "Blow her off and go with $Steven." "Scene 18A">><<set $stevenb to 1>><</link>> or <<link "Stick to the plan with $Kelly." "Scene 18B">><<set $kelly to $kelly + 1>><</link>></div><</if>><<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>><<set $ashleylove to 1>><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><<set $ashleydom to 1>><</if>>

<<if $steven gte 1>>@@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> $Steven nudged you, his voice low. “Shouldn’t we do something?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Nah. Who knows what’ll happen if we get involved?”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I’d rather not. She looks like she could mess us up.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Fuck that. That chick is terrifying.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Yeah… good point. She’s not someone I’d want to cross.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both stood back, the tension in the hallway growing as the bully continued taunting her victim. The muffled laughter from the crowd only made you feel worse, but you couldn’t bring yourself to step in.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Anyway, we’re still on for today, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Of course.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You tried to shake off the uneasiness as you and $Steven walked away.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">At the end of the day, you [[head off|Scene 19A]] to $Steven’s house.</div> <</if>><<if $kelly gte 1>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> $Kelly nudged you, her voice low but urgent. “Shouldn’t we do something?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Nah. Who knows what’ll happen if we get involved?”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I’d rather not. She looks like she could mess us up.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Screw that. That chick is terrifying.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She hesitated, glancing back at the bully before nodding. “Good point. She looks like trouble.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both stayed back, watching as the scene unfolded. The bully’s sharp voice echoed down the hallway, each word making you cringe. You exchanged a look with $Kelly, and for a moment, you both seemed unsure.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice softened as she turned back to you. “Anyway, we’re still on for today, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Of course.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you started walking away, the tension lingering in the air behind you. $Kelly gave you a small smile, trying to lighten the mood as you walked together.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">At the end of the day, you [[head off|Scene 19B]] to $Kelly’s house.</div><</if>>

<<if $kellyb is 1>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Sure.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Sounds great.” @@.thought; “I can’t believe a girl is inviting me over.”@@<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Why not.” You grinned, trying to keep your cool. @@.thought; “Holy crap, this is awesome.”@@<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Great! I’ll see you after school, okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her excitement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile as she walked away, leaving you standing in the hallway. For a moment, you wondered if you’d made the right call, but the thought quickly faded when you saw $Steven waiting nearby.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He raised his hands before you could speak, grinning knowingly. “Dude, you don’t have to say anything. I get it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">There was no trace of bitterness in his tone, just an easygoing acceptance that made you appreciate him even more.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Thanks, Steven. I owe you one.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “You owe me a rematch in Smash.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nodded, feeling a little guilty but grateful for his understanding. The bell rang, pulling you both from the moment, and you headed to your next class with thoughts of the afternoon buzzing in your head.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">At the end of the day, you made your way to $Kelly’s [[house.|Scene 19B]]</div> <</if>><<if $stevenb is 1>> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Sure.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Sounds great.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Why not.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Great! I’ll see you after school.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven walked off, his excitement evident. You couldn’t help but feel a bit conflicted as you turned to find $Kelly, knowing you needed to let her know about the change in plans.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Hey, about later… I need to reschedule. Sorry.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I know we had plans, but I need to reschedule. Something came up.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”So, after school, I’m going to Steven’s instead.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her expression shifted slightly, her smile fading as she crossed her arms. “Whatever.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her tone was flat, and though she didn’t say much else, the disappointment in her eyes was clear. You opened your mouth to explain, but she turned away before you could say anything more.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>@@.thought;”I didn’t mean to upset her, but I’ll make it up to her next time.”@@<</if>> <<if $smart is 1>>@@.thought;”I hope she understands. I’ll make sure to explain later.”@@<</if>> <<if $lazy is 1>>@@.thought;”Guess she’s mad. Oh well, she’ll get over it.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You headed to class, the tension lingering in your mind as the day went on. When the final bell rang, you made your way to Steven’s [[house.|Scene 19A]]</div><</if>>

<<if $steven gte 1>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”I already have plans. Sorry.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I’m sorry. I already have plans. Maybe another time?”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Can’t. I have other plans.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her shoulders sagged slightly, and her voice was quiet. “Oh… Okay. I guess I’ll see you around.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Sure. Bye.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Of course.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Probably.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You watched her walk away. The dejected slump of her shoulders tugged at your conscience, but you shook it off, reminding yourself of the plans you’d already made.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>@@.thought;”She’ll be fine. She’s probably just bummed.”@@<</if>> <<if $smart is 1>>@@.thought;”I hope she’s not upset.”@@<</if>> <<if $lazy is 1>>@@.thought;”She’ll get over it. Probably.”@@<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> $Steven glanced at you as you joined him, his expression more thoughtful than usual. “Dude, you should have gone with her. I would have understood.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Nah. She wasn’t really my type.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I couldn’t just abandon our plans.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”You know I never give up the chance to whip your ass in Smash.”<</if>><<if $molly is 1>>@@.thought;Also, seeing your mom and sister is always a plus.@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Steven chuckled, shaking his head as the two of you headed to class. At the end of the day, you made your way to $Steven’s [[house.|Scene 19A]]</div><</if>><<if $kelly gte 1>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”I already have plans. Sorry.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I’m sorry. I already have plans. Maybe another time?”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Can’t. I have other plans.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> His expression faltered for a moment before he forced a smile. “Oh… Okay. I guess I’ll see you around.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Sure. Bye.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Of course.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”Probably.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You watched him walk away, his shoulders slightly slumped. A pang of guilt stirred in your chest, but you reminded yourself of the plans you’d already made with $Kelly.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she asked: “Why didn’t you go with him?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”Nah. We already had plans, and I stick to what I say.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I couldn’t just abandon our plans. It wouldn’t be right.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”You know I never give up the chance to spend time with you.”<</if>><<if $daisy is 1>>@@.thought;Also, seeing your mom is a plus.@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her face lit up, a warm smile spreading across her lips. You could tell your response had made her happy.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/6.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you chatted briefly before heading to class. The day passed quickly, and when the final bell rang, you made your way to $Kelly’s [[house.|Scene 19B]]</div><</if>>

<<if $stevenb is 1>>@@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Mom. I’m home.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven’s Mom<hr> She looked up from her spot on the couch, smiling warmly. “Welcome back, honey. Who’s that with you?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “This is $Joseph. He saved me from this really mean girl at school.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glanced over and saw his mom sitting comfortably, a steaming mug in her hand. Her eyes lit up as she focused on you.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/2.jpg" width=400 height=600 /></div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven’s Mom<hr> “Thank you for saving my son.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “No problem. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. $Cabello.”<<if $stevenb is 1>>@@.thought; “Holy crap. She doesn’t look old enough to be his mom.”@@<</if>>@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven’s Mom<hr> She laughed softly, waving a hand. “Please, just call me <<textbox "$Gabby" "Gabby">>.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Okay, $Gabby.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Anyway, Mom, we’re gonna go play some games.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “Alright, have fun. Snacks are in the kitchen if you need them.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you headed to the living room, where the TV was already set up with a console. Steven handed you a controller, grinning as the game booted up. You barely had time to choose your character before a voice called out from behind you.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “Hey, big bro, can I play?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Only if $Joseph says it’s okay.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You turned to see a girl standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and an eager smile on her face.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Random/7.jpg" width=600 height=600 /></div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $stevenb is 1>>@@.thought;”Whoa, she’s cute.”@@<</if>> “Who’s that?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “That’s my little sister <<textbox "$Molly" "Molly">>. She’s only a year younger than us, but she’s kind of a pain.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “I’m not a pain! I’m actually pretty good at Smash. Please let me play?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glanced between $Steven and $Molly. She looked genuinely excited to join, but you could tell Steven wasn’t thrilled about the idea. <<link "Let her play." "Scene 20A">><<set $mollyb to 1>><</link>> or <<link "Keep it one-on-one." "Scene 20A">><<set $stevenb to 2>><</link>></div><</if>><<if $steven gte 1>>@@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Hey, Mom.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven’s Mom<hr> “Hi, honey. Hi, $Joseph.”@@ <<if $molly is 1>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Hi, $Gabby. Looking wonderful as always.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She laughed softly, tilting her head. “Oh, you little charmer. You’re going to make me blush.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Blush? You’re way too beautiful for that, $Gabby.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Her smile deepened as her gaze lingered on you. “Oh, $Joseph, you’re such a sweetheart. You really know how to make a woman feel special.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grinned, leaning slightly against the wall. “Well, $Gabby, it’s not hard when that woman is you.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She let out a soft laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Careful, $Joseph, or I might start expecting you to visit even more then you already do.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven remained oblivious, rifling through the fridge for snacks as you exchanged another glance with $Gabby. Her smile lingered, warm and inviting, before she turned back to her magazine.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Let’s go play Melee.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> On the way to $Steven’s room, you stopped at his sister’s room.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Hey, $Molly. Wanna join us for some Melee?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> Her lips curving into a playful smile. “Depends. Are you ready to lose to me?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckled, holding her gaze. “Lose? To you? I might have to handicap myself just to make it fair.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with mock indignation. “Big words, $Joseph. Let’s see if you can back them up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you headed to Steven’s room, where the TV was already set up. $Molly plopped down beside you, grabbing a controller from your lap with a confident grin.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She leaned slightly toward you, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Don’t get too distracted, $Joseph. I’d hate to beat you while you’re not paying attention.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirked, keeping your eyes on the screen. “Distracted? You wish. I’ll let my moves do the talking.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The matches began, filled with laughter and competitive energy. $Molly's laughter rang out every time she won, and she made a point of celebrating each victory by leaning in closer.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/7.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She smirked after a particularly close win, her shoulder brushing against yours. “Not bad, $Joseph. You almost had me there. Almost.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You turned to her briefly, a playful glint in your eyes. “Don’t get too comfortable, $Molly. I’m just getting started.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> Her lips curved into a sly smile as she tilted her head closer. “Is that so? Guess I’ll just have to keep you on your toes.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven, focused entirely on the game, didn’t seem to notice the exchange. The intensity of the matches grew, with $Molly throwing in playful taunts and sly grins every chance she got.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> After one particularly close loss, she nudged you with her elbow. “You’re getting better, $Joseph. Keep this up, and I might actually start trying.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You leaned slightly closer, your voice low. “I just didn’t want to crush your confidence too soon.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Please. I’ve got plenty to spare.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The banter continued throughout the session, with $Steven remaining entirely focused on the matches themselves, grumbling every time he lost. Meanwhile, the subtle exchanges between you and $Molly made each game even more entertaining.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the sun set and the day came to an end, you said goodbye to everyone. Gabby gave you a warm smile and reminded you to visit again soon. Molly grinned and shot you a playful wink as you walked out the door.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">On your way home, you couldn’t help but think about how much fun you’d had and how great [[the next three years of middle school|Scene 21]] were going to be.</div><<elseif $steven is 3>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Hi, $Gabby.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Come on. Let’s go play Melee.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you headed to Steven’s room. For the rest of the day, you and Steven dove into Melee.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/6.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">The competition was fierce, but the laughter and camaraderie made it one of the best afternoons you’d had in a long time. As the sun set and the day came to an end, you said goodbye to everyone.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">On your way home, you couldn’t help but think about how much fun you’d had and how great [[the next three years of middle school|Scene 21]] were going to be.</div><</if>><</if>>

<<if $kellyb is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">When you arrive at $Kelly’s house, her mom is waiting by the door, a warm smile lighting up her face.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/3.jpg" width=400 height=600 /></div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Hi, Mom.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly’s Mom<hr> She waved, her voice warm and inviting. “Welcome home, sweetie. Who’s your friend?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “This is $Joseph. He saved me from a really mean girl at school.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly’s Mom<hr> Her eyes lit up with interest as she turned her attention to you. “Well, isn’t that sweet.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”<<if $kellyb is 1>>@@.thought; “Wow. She’s gorgeous. What is it with these moms?”@@<</if>>@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> A playful smile tugged at her lips. “Aren’t you a little cutie. But please, call me <<textbox "$Daisy" "Daisy">>.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Mom. Stop teasing him!”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She gasped in mock offense, placing a hand on her chest. “Teasing? I’m not teasing! I’m just being friendly.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “You’re always so weird.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “Weird? There’s nothing wrong with being weird. Right, $Joseph”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hesitated for a moment, glancing between Kelly’s exasperated expression and Daisy’s amused smile.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><<link "Agree there’s nothing wrong with being weird." "Scene 20B">><<set $daisyb to 1>><</link>> or <<link "Try to avoid the question." "Scene 20B">><<set $kellyb to 2>><</link>></div><</if>><<if $daisy is 1>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Hey, Mom.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “Hi, honey. Hi, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Hi, $Daisy. Looking stunning as always.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her smile turned playful as she placed a hand on her hip. “Oh, $Joseph, you’re such a charmer. I’m starting to think you come over just to see me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirked, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary. “Can you blame me?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her face turned red as she quickly stepped between you two. “Mom! $Joseph! Stop flirting!”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Daisy winked at you, her tone teasing. “Flirting? We’re just being friendly, sweetie. Right, $Joseph?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckled, shrugging innocently. “Absolutely. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be friendly with you?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Grabbing your arm, she tugged you toward her room, muttering under her breath. “Come on, Romeo. Let’s go.”@@ <<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The two of you headed to $Kelly’s room, but you paused, glancing back at $Daisy with a grin.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Would you like to join us, $Daisy?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “What? Why?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Why not? She deserves to relax too.”<<if $daisy is 1>>@@.thought;"Plus, I wouldn’t mind spending more time with her.”@@<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Letting out an exasperated sigh, she nodded reluctantly. “Fine. Mom, you can come.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her grin widened as she clapped her hands together. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The three of you headed to $Kelly’s room, where music filled the air as you spent the evening listening to CDs and chatting. $Daisy’s quick wit and teasing remarks kept you on your toes, while $Kelly groaned at every joke you shared with her mom.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/8.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop></video> <div style="text-align: center;">As the evening wore on, the music softened, and $Daisy stretched with a satisfied smile.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “Thanks for letting me join you. This is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “No problem. We should do this more often.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She sighed, her tone reluctant but sincere. “Even though I didn’t want to at first, I have to admit… it was fun.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She laughed softly, pulling Kelly into a side hug. “That makes me so happy.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you said goodbye, $Daisy gave you a playful wink, and $Kelly nudged your arm, muttering something about how ridiculous the evening had been. On your way home, you couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how fun [[the next three years|Scene 21]] of middle school were going to be.</div> <<elseif $smart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The two of you headed to $Kelly’s room, but as you sat down to study, $Daisy knocked lightly on the doorframe, her playful smile still intact.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “Mind if I join? You know, just to keep things lively.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Mom, we’re studying! You don’t need to join.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glanced at $Daisy, a small grin tugging at your lips. “I don’t know, $Kelly. She might have some good tips.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, I’m full of good ideas.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Daisy sat beside you, her presence adding a lively energy to the room. Every now and then, she leaned in to explain something, her tone playful yet sincere.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> After helping you solve a tricky question, she gave you an approving nod. “You’re smarter than you look, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grinned, meeting her gaze. “And you’re even more amazing than I thought.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> $Kelly groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands. “Oh my gosh, can you two stop? This is unbearable.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She laughed, giving $Kelly a quick hug. “Lighten up, honey. We’re just having fun.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The study session continued with a mix of laughter, light teasing, and actual progress on the material. $Daisy’s charm kept the mood lively, while $Kelly tried her best to keep things serious.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/10.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the evening wore on, $Daisy stood to leave, her tone warm and genuine.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “Thanks for letting me crash your study session. I haven’t laughed this much in a while.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “The pleasure was all mine. We should do this again sometime.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Though she sighed, her tone softened. “I guess it wasn’t the worst.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She grinned, pulling $Kelly into a quick hug. “That’s my girl.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you said your goodbyes, $Daisy gave you a playful wink, leaving you with a smile as you walked home. The night’s fun lingered in your thoughts, making you excited for [[the next three years|Scene 21]] of middle school.</div> <</if>><</if>><<if $kelly is 3>> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Hey, Mom.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Daisy turned toward you both, her smile warm and inviting. “Hi, honey. Hi, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Hi, $Daisy.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Grabbing your arm, <<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>>”Let’s go listen to music.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”Come on. Let’s go study.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you headed to $Kelly’s room, where her personality was on full display. <<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>>Posters of pop stars lined the walls, and the latest CD sat ready to play by her karaoke machine.<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>Books and study guides were scattered across her desk, her colorful notes neatly pinned to a corkboard.<</if>></div> <div style="text-align: center;">You spent the next few hours together, laughing and enjoying the time. <<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>>The room filled with music as $Kelly sang along dramatically, pulling you into a goofy duet.<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>The two of you worked through the study guide, occasionally cracking jokes to keep things light.<</if>></div> <<if $sport is 1 or $lazy is 1>><video src="Videos/Scenes/8.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop></video><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/9.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">As the sky outside darkened, it was time to wrap things up. You said your goodbyes to $Daisy, who waved warmly, and $Kelly walked you to the door.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “That was fun. Thanks for coming over, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “It really was. Thanks for having me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">On your way home, you couldn’t help but think about how much fun you’d had and how awesome [[the next three years|Scene 21]] of middle school were going to be.</div> <</if>>

<<if $mollyb is 1>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Sure. The more the merrier.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Awesome.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The three of you gathered around the TV, controllers in hand, and launched into hours of Smash Bros. matches filled with laughter, playful trash talk, and unexpected wins.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/7.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> After winning a particularly close match, she leaned back with a smug grin. “Not bad, boys, but you’ll need to step it up if you want to keep up with me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirked, adjusting your grip on the controller. “Don’t get too comfortable, $Molly. I was just warming up.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “You both talk a big game, but I’m about to show you who’s really the best.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The playful banter continued as the matches went on, with $Molly and $Steven trading jabs while you quietly plotted your comeback. The room was filled with laughter and the occasional groan of frustration as someone got knocked out of the game.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the evening wore on, the sky outside darkened, signaling it was time to wrap things up.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Looks like it’s time to go.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Thanks for letting me play with you guys.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “No problem.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before you could say anything else, she stepped forward and gave you a quick, warm hug.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/8.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “See you around, $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With a playful smile, she turned and dashed off to her room, leaving you standing there with a grin.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “That was a lot of fun.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “It really was. Thanks for inviting me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> On your way out, you waved goodbye to Gabby. Molly peeked out of her room briefly, giving you a playful grin. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">As you headed home, you thought about the night’s fun and how awesome [[the next three years of middle school|Scene 21]] were going to be.</div><</if>><<if $stevenb is 2>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 1>>”I think two people is enough.”<</if>><<if $smart is 1>>”I’m sorry. I just want to play Melee with your brother.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 1>>”I’m good.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> Steven shrugged, glancing at his sister. “Looks like that’s a no. Sorry, sis.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> Her expression fell briefly before she crossed her arms with a huff. “Fine. Be that way.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Molly shot you a quick glare before heading to her room. You and $Steven sat down and launched into hours of Smash Bros., the tension quickly giving way to laughter and competitive energy.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/6.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grinned after winning a particularly close match. “You’re getting better, but you’re still no match for me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirked, adjusting your controller. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get cocky. I’m just warming up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The matches continued, each more intense than the last, with $Steven’s laughter filling the room. The time flew by, and before you knew it, the evening had crept up on you.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Looks like it’s time to go. Thanks for inviting me. It was fun.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He smiled, stretching as he stood up. “No problem. I’ll see you later.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you headed home, you thought about the night’s fun and how awesome [[the next three years of middle school|Scene 21]] were going to be.</div><</if>>

<<if $daisyb is 1>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Your mom’s right. Being weird just makes her unique.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> $Daisy smiled warmly, her voice softening. “He gets it. Remember, sweetie, don’t let anyone make you feel bad for being yourself.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her face turned red as she crossed her arms. “I guess. But could you at least tone it down whilst my friend is over?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> $Daisy laughed, raising her hands in mock surrender. “If it’ll make you feel better, I can try.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Rolling her eyes, she turned to you with a small smile. “That’s all I ask. Come on, $Joseph, let’s go listen to music.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Kelly headed off, but you lingered for a moment, catching $Daisy’s eye.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You offered a small grin, your tone sincere. “Don’t listen to her. I think you’re cool the way you are.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. “That’s so sweet. Girls are gonna need to watch out for you. Now run along before she starts wondering where you are.”@@<</if>><<if $kellyb is 2>>@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You hesitated before offering a small grin. “Yeah… so are we gonna listen to music?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> $Kelly shot her mom a pointed look, then turned back to you. “See, Mom? He agrees with me, but he’s too nice to say anything.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> $Daisy laughed softly, her tone warm but knowing. “That’s fine. You’ll both understand soon enough.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Rolling her eyes, she motioned for you to follow. “Come on, $Joseph. Follow me.”@@<</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">You followed $Kelly to her room, the sound of her humming drifting from down the hall. The two of you danced and listened to music for hours. Her energy was infectious, and soon, you found yourself laughing and moving in time with the music, the playful atmosphere making everything feel light and carefree.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/4.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop></video> <div style="text-align: center;">The evening slipped by unnoticed, and soon the sky outside turned dark.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glanced at the clock, a twinge of reluctance in your voice. “It’s getting late. I should be heading home.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her smile softened as she walked you to the door. “Alright. Thanks for coming over, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smiled, pausing for a moment before responding. “No problem. I can’t wait to do it again.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you said your goodbyes, $Daisy waved warmly from the couch, her expression fond. $Kelly gave you one last grin before closing the door behind you. On your way home, you thought about how much fun you’d had and how great [[the next three years|Scene 21]] of middle school were going to be.</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Let’s be honest, middle school sucks for everyone. (If you had a great experience in middle school, go fuck yourself. I’m kidding. No, I’m not. Seriously, go fuck yourself.) It’s that awkward time where you’re trying to figure out who you are, all while battling hormones, social drama, and the absolute embarrassment of puberty. (Side note: spare a thought for those teachers who have to deal with it every day. Actually, no, don’t. They signed up for it.)</div> <div style="text-align: center;">So, instead of dredging through those cringe-worthy years, let’s skip ahead to the last day. The question is: what did you do during that period? Did you stick with what you loved, or did you decide to change things up?</div> <<if $sport is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Did you stick with your passion for sports, spending your afternoons sweating it out on the rink? <<link "Continue playing roller hockey." "Scene 22">><<set $sport to 2>><</link>> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Did you discover a love for knowledge, swapping your skates for books and learning everything you could? <<link "Start reading books and studying." "Scene 22">><<set $sportsmart to 1>><</link>> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Or did you decide to say screw it, spending your afternoons glued to the couch with a controller in one hand and popcorn in the other? <<link "Play video games and watch movies." "Scene 22">><<set $sportlazy to 1>><</link>></div><</if>><<if $smart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Did you trade your books for a hockey stick, discovering a love for sports you never knew you had? <<link "Start playing roller hockey." "Scene 22">><<set $smartsport to 1>><</link>> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Did you double down on your academic pursuits, becoming the go-to person for acing every test? <<link "Continue reading books and studying." "Scene 22">><<set $smart to 2>><</link>> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Or did you toss the books aside, opting for the sweet escape of gaming marathons and cinematic adventures? <<link "Play video games and watch movies." "Scene 22">><<set $smartlazy to 1>><</link>> </div><</if>><<if $lazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Did you surprise everyone (including yourself) by trading lazy afternoons for intense games of roller hockey? <<link "Start playing roller hockey." "Scene 22">><<set $lazysport to 1>><</link>> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Did you decide to give studying a shot, finding a surprising amount of joy in learning new things? <<link "Start reading books and studying." "Scene 22">><<set $lazysmart to 1>><</link>> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Or did you stick to your guns, perfecting the art of lounging while consuming every game and movie you could get your hands on? <<link "Play video games and watch movies." "Scene 22">><<set $lazy to 2>><</link>> </div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">(And yes, I know you can be a smart, lazy athlete, but for simplicity’s sake, you get three choices. Deal with it.)</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><<audio "Song3" volume 0.5 play>></div>

<<if $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You continued playing roller hockey until 7th grade, when the league was shut down. (Let’s be honest, once the 90s were over, so was rollerblading.) It stung to lose something you loved, but just when it seemed like hockey might be over for you, an ice rink opened nearby. It was like fate had your back.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Switching to ice hockey wasn’t easy, it came with its fair share of slips and bruises, but you adapted quickly. The sound of blades cutting across the ice became your new rhythm, and the chill of the rink was a welcome challenge.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/9.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">By the time fall arrived, you weren’t just good, you were leading. Come the start of high school, you’d be stepping onto the ice as the captain of the JV team. It was a big deal, and you couldn’t wait to prove yourself.</div><</if>><<if $smartsport is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Life had become a blur of textbooks and late-night study sessions. At first, it felt like you were doing the right thing, but eventually, it started to feel like something was missing. You needed an outlet, a way to break free from the monotony. That’s when you decided to try hockey.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The rink became your escape. It wasn’t just about the sport—it was about finding balance. Each practice brought new challenges, but the effort paid off. You learned to push yourself physically in ways you never had before.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/9.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">By the end of middle school, your hard work earned you captain on the JV team for the fall. It felt good to be part of something bigger, something that wasn’t just about grades and expectations.</div><</if>><<if $lazysport is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You were tired of spending every afternoon doing nothing but gaming and watching movies. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, but deep down, you wanted more. You wanted to feel like you were doing something, achieving something. So, you joined the hockey team.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">At first, it was rough, your muscles weren’t exactly used to this kind of effort, but you stuck with it. The sweat, the early mornings, the occasional bruises… it all became part of the process. And slowly but surely, you started to love it.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/9.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You’d earned captain on the JV team. It felt surreal to know how far you’d come, and you couldn’t wait to see what the next chapter held.</div><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You stayed on the path you started, hitting the books hard. Every day felt like a marathon of notes, quizzes, and essays, but you thrived on the challenge. There was something satisfying about pushing your limits and seeing your hard work pay off.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/12.gif" width="500" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your high school schedule was a wall of AP classes. (May god have mercy on your soul.) The pressure was real, but so was your determination. You had big goals, and nothing was going to stop you from reaching them.</div><</if>><<if $sportsmart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You continued playing roller hockey until 7th grade, when the league was shut down. (Honestly, once the 90s were over, so was rollerblading.) It was tough to let go of something you loved, but you knew it was time to refocus your energy.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Instead of transitioning to ice hockey, you decided to double down on your studies. You didn’t want to be left behind, and you were ready to prove to yourself, and everyone else, that you had what it took to succeed in school.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/3.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">The transition wasn’t easy, but by the end of middle school, you’d found your stride. High school would be a new challenge, but for the first time, you felt ready to face it head-on.</div><</if>><<if $lazysmart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You were tired of spending your days coasting through life with nothing to show for it. It wasn’t easy to admit, but deep down, you knew you could do better. So, you decided to get serious about school.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The first few weeks were rough, your brain wasn’t exactly used to the grind, but slowly, things started to click. For the first time, you felt the satisfaction of truly understanding something, of working hard and seeing the results.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/3.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">You weren’t the same person who spent every afternoon lounging on the couch. You were determined to make the most of your potential and leave the lazy days behind for good.</div><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You stuck with what you knew best, being a lazy fuck. (Although, let’s be real, there’s nothing wrong with that.) Your afternoons were a rotation of movies and games, and you mastered the art of doing absolutely nothing while still enjoying yourself immensely.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/13.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Honestly, not much changed for you. But hey, at least you were consistent, and there’s a certain kind of charm in that.</div><</if>><<if $sportlazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You played roller hockey until 7th grade, when the league was shut down. (Seriously, once the 90s were over, so was rollerblading.) Instead of jumping into ice hockey, you realized you were done with the whole physical activity thing. You just wanted to chill.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Trading your skates for a comfy couch felt like the right move. Video games and movies became your go-to escape, and you found joy in the simplicity of it all. Who needs a rink when you’ve got a controller and a bucket of popcorn?</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/4.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">It wasn’t the most ambitious choice, but it was yours, and you owned it with pride.</div><</if>><<if $smartlazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Life had become an endless loop of reading, studying, and more studying. Sure, it felt productive, but it wasn’t exactly fun. So, one day, you decided to change things up, you were going to let loose and just have fun.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Suddenly, your afternoons were filled with gaming marathons and back-to-back movie nights. It was like a weight had been lifted, and you finally felt like you could breathe again. Sometimes, taking a break was exactly what you needed.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/4.gif" width="600" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">It might not have been what anyone expected from you, but you didn’t care. You were happy, and that was enough.</div><</if>> <<if $kellyb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Over the years, you and $Kelly grew closer. Her energy and humor became a bright spot in your life, and spending time with her felt effortless. You laughed, shared secrets, and found comfort in each other’s company.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">But as you and $Kelly grew closer, your time with $Steven started to fade. It wasn’t a fight or anything dramatic, you just slowly drifted apart. Life happened, and before you knew it, you weren’t hanging out anymore. It was bittersweet, but you couldn’t deny that your bond with $Kelly had become something truly special.</div><</if>><<if $stevenb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Over the years, you and $Steven grew closer. His competitive energy and shared interests made him one of your favorite people to be around. Whether you were gaming, playing sports, or just talking about life, being with him always felt like an adventure.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">But as you and $Steven grew closer, your time with $Kelly started to dwindle. It wasn’t intentional, it just happened. The two of you moved in different directions, and eventually, you weren’t spending time together anymore. It was hard to let go, but your bond with $Steven became a constant you could rely on.</div><</if>><<if $kelly gte 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You and $Kelly grew inseparable. From goofy duets in her room to late-night talks about your dreams, she became more than just a friend, she was family. There wasn’t a single moment where you doubted how much you meant to each other, and by the end of middle school, your bond was stronger than ever.</div><</if>><<if $steven gte 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You and $Steven became practically brothers. From intense gaming marathons to heartfelt conversations, he was always there. The two of you pushed each other to be better and celebrated every win, no matter how small. By the end of middle school, there was no question, he was your best friend for life.</div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">Through all the ups and downs of middle school, one thing remained constant, your mom. She wasn’t perfect, but she always tried her best, and as you grew older, you started to see just how much she’d done for you.</div> <<if $sport is 2 or $lazysport is 1 or $smartsport is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">She was your biggest supporter when it came to hockey, cheering louder than anyone at your games, even when you’d stumble or miss a shot. You could always count on her to remind you to stay focused and push through. But she also made sure you didn’t take things too seriously.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">When the league shut down and roller hockey seemed like a thing of the past, she was the one who encouraged you to keep going, to find new opportunities.</div><</if>><<if $smart is 2 or $sportsmart is 1 or $lazysmart is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Your mom was your rock during those long nights of studying. She’d stay up late with you, flipping through flashcards or proofreading your essays, even when she had to wake up early for work the next day.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">She also had a way of reminding you to take care of yourself. When she saw you pushing too hard, she’d leave your favorite snacks by your desk or insist you take a break.</div><</if>><<if $lazy is 2 or $sportlazy is 1 or $smartlazy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">She didn’t judge you for loving movies and games. In fact, she often joined you, sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn as you introduced her to your favorite films or explained why a particular game was so great.</div> <</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">Her presence in your life was a constant source of support and love. She wasn’t just your mom, she was your biggest cheerleader, your safe place, and the person who always believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Now, let’s enjoy the [[last day of middle school.|Scene 23]]</div><<if $lazysport is 1 or $smartsport is 1>><<set $sport to 2>><</if>><<if $sportsmart is 1 or $lazysmart is 1>><<set $smart to 2>><</if>><<if $sportlazy is 1 or $smartlazy is 1>><<set $lazy to 2>><</if>>

<<if $kellyb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The final bell rings, and you burst out of the classroom, eager to start the evening. As you weave through the crowded hallways, you spot $Kelly waiting for you by her locker, her bright smile cutting through the chaos of the last day of middle school.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She waves excitedly, practically bouncing on her toes. “Hi, $Joseph! We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>”Hell yeah.”<</if>><<if $smart is 2>>”I can’t wait.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 2>>”Damn right we are.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Even though you always do the same thing at her house, listening to music, talking about random things, and laughing until your stomach hurts, it never gets old. With $Kelly, the simplest moments feel special.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the two of you head toward the front doors, $Ashley steps into your path, her smirk already firmly in place.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Well, if it isn’t my two favorite people. What are you up to?” She bullied you and $Kelly all through middle school, and even now, her tone feels more mocking than friendly.<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Hey, $Joseph. How’s it going?” After standing up to her, you got to know her better, and surprisingly, she’s actually pretty cool.<</if>>@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Not much.”<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Just hanging out with $Kelly. Like I usually do.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Perfect. My sister just got back from college, and she’s throwing a party tonight. I want you two there.” She doesn’t ask, it’s more like a demand, and you can’t quite tell if she’s joking or serious.<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”That’s cool. My sister is throwing a party tonight, and I thought it’d be fun if you came.” Her tone is casual, but there’s a hint of sincerity that surprises you.<</if>>@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Maybe.”<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Let me think about it.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”I know you’ll be there. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me. Trust me.” Her smirk feels like a dare, and it makes your stomach twist.<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Of course. I get it if you can’t make it, but it’d be cool to see you there.” Her smile is genuine, and it makes you pause for a moment.<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Ashley walks away, leaving you and $Kelly standing in the hallway. You feel her eyes on you, curious and slightly skeptical.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”So… are we actually going to this party, or can we pretend it doesn’t exist?”<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”So, are you thinking about going? Or would you rather stick to our plans?”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The choice isn’t as simple as it seems. You glance at $Kelly, knowing she’s waiting for your answer. <<if $ashleydom is 1>>Do you [[go to the party|Scene 24A]] as $Ashley expects, or ignore her and just <<link "hang out with $Kelly at her house?" "Scene 24B">><<set $ashleyhate to 1>><</link>><</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>Do you decide that [[a party could be fun?|Scene 24A]] or choose to [[spend the evening|Scene 24B]] with $Kelly at her house??<</if>></div><<elseif $stevenb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The final bell rings, and you rush out of the classroom, scanning the crowd until you spot $Steven leaning against the lockers. His grin is as wide as ever, and just seeing it makes the last day of middle school feel a little more special.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He claps you on the back as you approach, his excitement barely contained. “Dude, tonight is going to be a blast.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>”Hell yeah.”<</if>><<if $smart is 2>>”I can’t wait.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 2>>”Damn right it is.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Even though your plans with $Steven usually involve gaming, talking about random stuff, and joking around, it never gets boring. Spending time with him feels like hanging out with family.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the two of you start heading toward the school’s front doors, $Ashley steps into your path, her confident smirk unmistakable.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Well, if it isn’t my two favorite people. What are you up to?” She bullied you and $Steven throughout middle school, and even now, her tone drips with sarcasm.<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Hey, $Joseph. How’s it going?” After standing up to her, you got to know her better, and she turned out to be surprisingly chill.<</if>>@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Not much.”<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Just hanging out with $Steven. Like I usually do.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Perfect. My sister just got back from college, and she’s throwing a party tonight. I want you two there.” Her tone makes it clear this isn’t a suggestion, it’s a demand.<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”That’s cool. My sister is throwing a party tonight, and I thought it’d be fun if you came.” Her voice is casual, but there’s a sincerity in her offer that makes you pause.<</if>>@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”Maybe.”<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Let me think about it.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”I know you’ll be there. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me. Trust me.” Her smirk feels like a dare, and it’s hard to tell if she’s joking.<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”Of course. I get it if you can’t make it, but it’d be cool to see you there.” Her smile is genuine, and you consider it.<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Ashley walks away, her confident stride never faltering. You glance at $Steven, who raises an eyebrow, clearly curious about what you’re going to do.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 1>>”So… are we actually doing this? Or are we pretending this never happened?”<</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>”So, are you thinking about going? Or are we sticking to the plan?”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The choice feels bigger than it should. You look between $Steven and the direction $Ashley walked, wondering what the right call is.<<if $ashleydom is 1>>Do as you’re told and [[go to the party?|Scene 24A]] or grow a pair, ignore her, and <<link "just hang out with $Steven at his house? " "Scene 24C">><<set $ashleyhate to 1>><</link>><</if>><<if $ashleylove is 1>>Why not? [[A party could be fun.|Scene 24A]] Or nah. You’d much rather spend time with $Steven at [[his house.|Scene 24C]]<</if>></div><<elseif $kelly gte 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The final bell rings, and you dart out of the classroom, weaving through the bustling hallways. As you push open the double doors, you spot $Kelly waiting by the front steps, her bright smile instantly making the chaos of the last day fade into the background.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She waves you over with an excited grin. “Hi, $Joseph! We are going to have so much fun tonight.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>”Hell yeah.”<</if>><<if $smart is 2>>”I can’t wait.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 2>>”Damn right we are.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Even though you always do the same thing at her house, listening to music, dancing around like idiots, or just talking about random stuff, it never feels repetitive. With $Kelly, it’s less about what you do and more about who you’re with.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you continue down the sidewalk, the easy rhythm of your banter making the walk to her house feel faster than usual. $Kelly’s energy is infectious, and by the time you reach her front door, you’re grinning just as much as she is. Tonight might be the same as every other night you’ve spent at $Kelly’s, but with her, [[that’s more than enough.|Scene 24B]]</div><<elseif $steven gte 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The final bell rings, and you rush out of the classroom, weaving through the crowd of excited students eager to start their summer. You spot $Steven leaning casually against the lockers, his signature grin already in place.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He waves you over, clapping you on the shoulder as you approach. “Dude, tonight is going to be a blast.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>”Hell yeah.”<</if>><<if $smart is 2>>”I can’t wait.”<</if>><<if $lazy is 2>>”Damn right it is.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Hanging out with $Steven is always the same: gaming, talking about random stuff, and joking around until your sides hurt. But that’s what makes it great, it’s easy, it’s fun, and it feels like home.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He chuckles, nudging you as you walk toward the front doors. “You better be ready. I’m gonna crush you at Smash Bros tonight.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirk, shaking your head. “Yeah, sure. Just like you did last time… and the time before that.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He laughs, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Alright, fine. But tonight’s my night. You’ll see.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you walk together, the conversation flowing effortlessly as it always does. By the time you reach $Steven’s house, the sun is already dipping lower in the sky. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">As you step into $Steven’s house, you feel the familiar sense of comfort that comes with being somewhere you belong. Whether tonight brings epic gaming battles, heartfelt conversations, or just a lot of laughs, you know [[it’s going to be a good one.|Scene 24C]]</div><</if>><<audio Song3 fadeout>>

<<if $ashleydom is 1 and $stevenb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You and $Steven arrive at the party, the lively chatter and pulsing music filling the house. Near the entrance, $Ashley spots you immediately. Her confident smirk appears, but there’s something softer in her eyes as she approaches.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She tilts her head, her tone a mix of teasing and genuine warmth. “I’m glad you both came. You wouldn’t have liked what I would’ve done if you didn’t.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You exchange a quick glance with $Steven before answering. “Yeah, we’re glad to be here.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her smirk deepens as she crosses her arms. “Good. Now come with me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Without waiting for a response, she spins on her heel and walks toward the stairs, leaving you and $Steven no choice but to follow her. The thumping music and laughter fade as you enter a quieter space upstairs; her room.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He leans against the doorframe, his expression curious but cautious. “So, not to sound ungrateful, but why exactly did you invite us?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> For a moment, her confident exterior cracks, and she hesitates before speaking. “Because I didn’t want to be alone tonight. I know I’m not the nicest person, but… I actually like you guys.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You do?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her smirk returns, though it’s softer now, almost shy. “Yeah. I know I’ve been tough, but I only mess with people I like.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He raises an eyebrow, his tone skeptical but intrigued. “Wait, are you serious right now?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She steps closer, her confidence building again. “Dead serious. I wanted to bring you here because… well, I want us to be closer. The three of us.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glance at $Steven, trying to gauge his reaction, before looking back at $Ashley. “Closer how?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She leans in and pulls you both into a kiss. It’s bold, confident, and leaves no room for doubt about what she wants. For a moment, everything else fades away, and you’re caught in the intensity of the moment.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/18.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She steps back, her smirk softening slightly. “Alright, that’s enough. I want to take things slow.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink, processing her words. “With both of us?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She tilts her head, her smirk returning with more confidence. “Yeah. Like I said, I like you both. So, I’m making you both mine.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance over at $Steven, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and amusement.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shrug with a small smile. “I mean, I guess I’m down if you are.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He rubs the back of his neck, clearly flustered but trying to play it cool. “This won’t make us gay, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, shaking your head. “Nah, man. At least… I don’t think so.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, grabbing both of your hands with a grin. “You two overthink everything. Just trust me. Now, let’s go downstairs and have some fun.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She leads you back to the party, the three of you finding your rhythm on the dance floor. The night feels light and full of possibility, but as the evening winds down, [[you can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27E]]</div><<set $ashleydom to 2>><<elseif $ashleydom is 1 and $kellyb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You and $Kelly arrive at the party, greeted by the hum of laughter and music drifting from inside. Near the entrance, $Ashley spots you both and strides over, her usual confident smirk in place.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her gaze flicks between you and $Kelly, her tone playful but sharp. “I’m glad you both came. You wouldn’t have liked what I would’ve done if you didn’t.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You exchange a glance with $Kelly before responding. “Yeah. We’re glad to be here.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She tilts her head, smirk widening. “Good. Now follow me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Without waiting for a response, she turns and strides toward the stairs, leaving you and $Kelly to follow. The noise of the party fades as she leads you to her room, closing the door behind you with a deliberate click.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. “So, not to sound ungrateful, but why did you invite us?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her smirk falters slightly as she leans against the desk, her tone softening. “Because I didn’t want to be alone tonight. Look, I know I’m not the nicest person, but I do actually like you guys.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink in surprise, exchanging another look with $Kelly. “You do?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She shrugs, her usual confidence creeping back. “I only bully people I like.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words hang in the air for a moment before she pushes off the desk and steps closer. The tension in the room feels heavy but not uncomfortable, more like something is shifting between you all.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She tilts her head, her tone curious but cautious. “So… what does this mean?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She looks between you and $Kelly, her smirk softening into something almost shy. “It means… I want us to be closer. All of us.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her boldness catches you off guard, and for a moment, the room feels charged with unspoken possibilities. You glance at $Kelly, who seems just as surprised but doesn’t look away. $Ashley steps closer to $Kelly, her smirk softening into something more genuine. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice drops to a softer tone, her eyes meeting $Kelly’s. “You know, I’ve always admired your confidence.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She blinks, clearly caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Ashley steps closer, her smirk returning just slightly. “I mean, it’s hard not to notice.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before $Kelly can respond, Ashley leans in and kisses her; a bold, deliberate gesture. The moment feels electric, leaving $Kelly frozen in surprise for a heartbeat before she pulls back, her cheeks flushed.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/19.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice is unsteady, her expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. “What was that for?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She shrugs, her confidence unwavering. “I wanted to.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stand nearby, watching the interaction unfold with wide eyes, unsure of what to say or do. $Ashley notices your expression and turns her attention to you, her smirk widening.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her gaze locks onto yours, her tone teasing but with an undercurrent of sincerity. “What about you, $Joseph?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$ Ashley steps closer to you, her smirk softening into something more deliberate. Her eyes meet yours, and there’s no mistaking her intent.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice is calm but carries a teasing edge. “You know, $Joseph, I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink, her words catching you off guard. “Do what?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her smirk deepens as she steps even closer, her tone lowering. “This.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before you can react, she leans in and kisses you. Her hands rest lightly on your arms, her movements deliberate yet controlled.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/20.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">The kiss lasts only a moment, but it’s enough to make your heart race. When she pulls back, her gaze doesn’t waver, and her smirk has softened into a small smile.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You manage to find your voice, though it comes out shakier than intended. “What… what was that for?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She shrugs, her confidence unwavering. “I wanted to. And I think you wanted me to, too.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance at $Kelly, who looks equally surprised but doesn’t say anything, her expression unreadable. The tension in the room feels almost tangible as $Ashley steps back, gesturing between you and $Kelly. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You and $Kelly exchange a look before leaning in hesitantly. The kiss is brief but charged, the room falling silent for a moment as Ashley watches with an approving smile.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/21.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She leans back with a confident smirk, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Damn, that’s sexy. But enough for now. I want us to take things slow.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You hesitate, her words leaving you curious and slightly unsure. “Us?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her smirk softens, though her confidence never wavers. “Yeah. Like I said, I like you both. So, I’m making you both mine.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You turn toward $Kelly, her expression a mix of surprise and intrigue as she processes $Ashley’s words.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You offer her a small smile. “I really like that idea.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She glances between you and Ashley, her cheeks flushed but her voice steady. “So do I.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You turn back to $Ashley, her satisfaction evident as she watches the two of you.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “We accept.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She crosses her arms, her smirk turning into a genuine grin. “I knew you would.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She reaches for both of your hands, pulling you toward the door as the distant sound of music grows louder. The three of you head downstairs, the tension replaced with a lightness that feels exciting and new.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Now, let’s go dance.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/14.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">The night passes in a blur of laughter and dancing, the three of you finding a rhythm together that feels effortless. But as the evening winds down, [[you can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27D]]</div><<set $ashleydom to 2>><<elseif $ashleylove is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You arrive late to the party. The place is packed, music thumping, and the air buzzing with energy. As you push through the crowd, your eyes scan for $Ashley. Then, you notice something disturbing, a girl in the corner being harassed by some guy.</div> @@.Random; <img src="Images/Icons/26.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> He waves a wad of cash in her face, his tone sleazy. “I hear you’re easy. What can I get for $200?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She glares at him, her voice sharp. “Nothing. I don’t know who told you that, but they lied.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He smirks and moves closer, trying to shove the cash down her shirt.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/11.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She slaps his hand away, her voice rising. “What the fuck? I told you; I’m not interested.”@@ @@.Random; <img src="Images/Icons/26.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> His smirk turns into a sneer. “Listen bitch, you can either take the money and let me have my way, or I’ll take it by force. Your call.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She steps back, her voice shaking but firm. “Get lost, you creep!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The guy lunges toward her, but before he can do anything, you step in. Without hesitation, you grab him from behind and knock him out with a single blow. He crumples to the floor as the surrounding crowd gasps.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/15.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She stares at you, wide-eyed. “Oh my god. Thank you so much.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shrug, trying to play it cool. “No big deal. I saw you needed help.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She shakes her head, her voice firm. “No big deal? You just saved me from that creep. At least let me get you a drink.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glance around the room, torn. “I’d love to, but I’m looking for someone.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> Her expression falters, her smile dimming slightly. “Oh. Well, I hope you find them.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you turn to leave, you glance back and notice her looking a little dejected. Do you [[reconsider her offer and have a drink with her,|Scene 25A]] or [[continue looking for|Scene 26A]] $Ashley?</div><</if>><<audio "Song4" volume 0.5 play>>

<<if $ashleylove is 1 and $kellyb gte 1 or $ashleydom is 1 and $kellyb gte 1>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She gives you a warm smile. I’m glad <<if $ashleydom is 1>>we<<else>>you<</if>> decided to skip the party. It feels nice to just hang out.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grin, nodding in agreement. “Me too. We’re gonna have our own little dance party in your room instead.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you head to $Kelly’s room, laughing as you go. Soon, the sound of music fills the space, and you both lose yourselves in the moment.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/10.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">As the evening winds down, [[you can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27I]] </div><<elseif $kelly gte 2>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She gives you a sly smile, leaning back slightly. “I’m glad we’re still such good friends. Who else would put up with you?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You roll your eyes, grinning. “Put up with me? Please, you’re lucky to have me around. Admit it, your life would be boring without me.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, shaking her head. “Okay, fine. You do keep things interesting. But let’s not inflate your ego too much, alright?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grin, crossing your arms. “Inflate my ego? Nah, I’m just stating facts. Now, what do you say we skip the compliments and have a little dance party in your room?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both laugh as you head to $Kelly’s room, the banter between you making the moment light and fun.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/10.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">After dancing for a while, you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. On your way back, faint noises from $Daisy’s room catch your attention. You approach the slightly ajar door, curiosity getting the better of you.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/8.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You hesitate, unsure of what to do. Are you <<link "afraid of getting caught and leave?" "Scene 26B">><<set $kelly to $kelly + 1>><</link>> or do you [[creep a little longer?|Scene 25B]]</div><</if>>

<<if $ashleylove is 1 and $stevenb gte 1 or $ashleydom is 1 and $stevenb gte 1>>@@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grins, holding up a controller. “I’m glad <<if $ashleydom is 1>>we<<else>>you<</if>> decided to skip the party. This is way better."@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grab the other controller with a confident grin. “Agreed. Now, let’s see if you’ve improved since last time. I’m feeling generous enough to let you lose gracefully.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The GameCube hums to life as the two of you pick your characters. The match begins, and the room fills with the sounds of battle, trash talk, and the clacking of buttons.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/6.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">The room erupts in laughter and shouts as you both give it everything you’ve got. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He tosses the controller onto the couch, laughing. “Alright, fine. You win; for now. But next time, I’m not going easy on you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You laugh, setting the controller down. “Sure, sure. Just keep practicing, $Steven. Maybe one day you’ll catch up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both burst out laughing, the tension fading as you relax after the final match. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27J]]</div><<elseif $steven gte 2>>@@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He smirks as you walk in. “I want to show you something. This is going to blow your mind.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Alright, let’s see it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He sits down, grabs his laptop, and starts playing a video for you.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/13.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your eyes widen as the video ends. “Holy shit. That was awesome. Where did you even find this?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grins proudly. “I have my ways. Pretty insane, right? But you owe me a rematch in Melee for this.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You laugh, standing up. “Deal. But first, I need to take care of something.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You head out, intending to go to the bathroom. As you pass by $Gabby’s room, faint noises catch your attention. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you take a quick peek through the slightly ajar door.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/14.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Are you [[afraid of getting caught and leave?|Scene 26C]] or do you [[creep a little longer?|Scene 25C]]</div><</if>>

<<if $daisysad is 1>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her eyes light up when you enter, though there’s a nervous edge to her smile. “Oh good, you’re back. Come sit. I have something I want to tell you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You walk over and sit beside her on the bed, sensing the tension in the air.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She fidgets with her hands, her voice soft. “This is hard for me to say.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You lean closer, concern in your voice. “What is it? You can tell me anything.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She takes a deep breath, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Okay. Here goes. I like you, $Joseph. I don’t just mean as a friend. I mean... I really like you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Her words catch you off guard, and your heart skips a beat. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She nods, her voice steady but her eyes searching yours. “Yes. I want to be your girlfriend. But only if you feel the same way.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">For a moment, you feel the weight of her confession, but a pang of guilt gnaws at you as the memory of what you did earlier flashes in your mind.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You lower your gaze, your voice barely above a whisper. “Kelly, I need to tell you something first... I did something I’m not proud of.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her smile fades, concern flickering across her face. “What do you mean? What happened?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You swallow hard, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I... I was walking back earlier, and I saw your mom changing. I stopped and... I shouldn’t have, but I watched her for a moment. It was wrong, and I’m sorry.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The silence that follows is deafening. $Kelly stares at you, her expression shifting from confusion to disappointment.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice is quiet but firm. “You did what? $Joseph, how could you? That’s so... disrespectful.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shake your head, regret flooding your voice. “I know. It was stupid and wrong. I don’t know what I was thinking.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She stands, crossing her arms as she looks away from you. “I thought I could trust you, $Joseph. I don’t know if I can anymore.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The words hit you harder than anything else. She sighs, shaking her head as she turns back to you.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice is softer now, but the disappointment lingers. “I need some time to think. Maybe we should leave things as they are; for now.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod, guilt heavy in your chest, and quietly leave her room. The moment plays over and over in your mind as you walk away. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27H]]</div><<elseif $daisy is 2>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her eyes light up when you enter, though there’s a nervous edge to her smile. “Oh good, you’re back. Come sit. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You walk over and sit beside her on the bed, sensing the weight of her words before she even speaks.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She glances down at her hands, fidgeting slightly. “This isn’t easy for me, but I need to say it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You lean closer, your voice gentle. “What is it? You can tell me anything, $Kelly.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She takes a deep breath, her cheeks flushing slightly as she finally meets your gaze. “I like you, $Joseph. I don’t mean as just a friend. I mean... I really like you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The words hang in the air, and you feel your heart skip a beat.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink, the meaning of her words sinking in. “Are you saying... what I think you’re saying?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She nods, her voice soft but steady. “Yes. I want to be more than friends. I hope this doesn’t ruin what we have, but... I want to be your girlfriend.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">For a moment, you’re at a loss for words. Then, without thinking, you lean forward and gently press your lips to hers.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/12.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You pull back slightly, your voice soft and sincere. “Yes, Kelly. I’d love that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She smiles, her expression bright and full of relief, before pulling you into another kiss.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $daisy is 2>>@@.thought; “What the hell is wrong with me? I just made out with her mom. How did I even get myself into this situation? This is insane. I’m definitely going to hell for this. But hey, at least the ride there is going to be entertaining.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You managed to get a girlfriend and, somehow, a sugar momma. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27G]]</div><<elseif $kelly gte 3>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her eyes light up when you enter, though there’s a nervous edge to her smile. “Oh good, you’re back. Come sit. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You walk over and sit beside her on the bed, sensing the weight of her words before she even speaks.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She glances down at her hands, fidgeting slightly. “This isn’t easy for me, but I need to say it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You lean closer, your voice gentle. “What is it? You can tell me anything, $Kelly.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She takes a deep breath, her cheeks flushing slightly as she finally meets your gaze. “I like you, $Joseph. I don’t mean as just a friend. I mean... I really like you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The words hang in the air, and you feel your heart skip a beat.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink, the meaning of her words sinking in. “Are you saying... what I think you’re saying?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She nods, her voice soft but steady. “Yes. I want to be more than friends. I hope this doesn’t ruin what we have, but... I want to be your girlfriend.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">For a moment, you’re at a loss for words. Then, without thinking, you lean forward and gently press your lips to hers.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/12.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You pull back slightly, your voice soft and sincere. “Yes, Kelly. I’d love that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She smiles, her expression bright and full of relief, before pulling you into another kiss. You and Kelly are officially together. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27F]]</div><</if>>

<<if $daisy is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You continue watching $Daisy.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/9.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Her gaze locks onto yours, and a slow, mischievous smile spreads across her lips. She starts crawling toward you, her movements deliberate and teasing.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/10.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $daisy is 1>>@@.thought;Oh no, I’m in trouble...@@<</if>> You clear your throat awkwardly. “Hi, Daisy.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She stops just in front of you. “Hi yourself.” Her voice drops, low and playful. “Like what you see?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You stammer, trying to maintain some composure. “Who wouldn’t?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her smile widens, and she leans in just enough to make your heart race. “I thought so. You’ve been standing there long enough to make it obvious.” She tilts her head, her tone becoming more playful. “Should I be flattered or concerned?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You try to find your voice. “Flattered, definitely flattered.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She laughs softly, her fingers brushing your arm as she leans in closer. “Good answer.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before you can say another word, she grabs you and kisses you, her lips soft but firm. The moment leaves you completely speechless.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/11.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You stand frozen as she pulls back, her expression still playful.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She winks, her tone teasing but final. “We’re going to have so much fun, but not right now. Don’t keep $Kelly waiting too long, she might get jealous.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Still in shock, you [[head back|Scene 26B]] to $Kelly’s room, your mind racing.</div><<set $daisy to 2>><<else>><div style="text-align: center;">You continue watching $Daisy.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/9.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her gaze snaps to yours, her smile fading into a look of disbelief. “Really, $Joseph? You’re just going to stand there and watch me like some creep?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You freeze, scrambling for something to say. “I didn’t mean to... I just...”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She cuts you off, her voice sharp. “You just what? Thought it was okay to stand there gawking?” She shakes her head, crossing her arms. “I expected more from you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your face burns with embarrassment as you lower your gaze. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> Her tone softens slightly, but her disappointment is still clear. “No, you shouldn’t have. Next time, maybe think before you act.” She gestures toward the hallway. “Now, go back to $Kelly. And don’t make this mistake again.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Feeling ashamed and uncomfortable, you quickly [[head back|Scene 26B]] to $Kelly’s room, her words echoing in your mind.</div><<set $daisysad to 1>><</if>>

<<if $molly is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You continue watching $Gabby.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/15.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Her movements pause as her gaze snaps toward you. A sly smile spreads across her lips as she notices you standing there. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Her voice is low and teasing, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, well, $Joseph. Didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude to stare? Or... are you enjoying yourself too much to care?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your face burns as you stammer, caught completely off guard. “I... I didn’t mean to...”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She takes a step closer, her voice growing softer but still playful. “Didn’t mean to? Oh, please. You’ve been standing there long enough. Admit it, you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You look away, your voice barely audible. “I mean... you’re not wrong...”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Her laughter is soft and amused as she steps even closer, her gaze locking onto yours. “That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, I like the attention. In fact, I find it... flattering.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before you can even process her words, she leans in, her hand lightly brushing your arm as she presses her lips to yours. The kiss is brief but deliberate, leaving you completely stunned.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/16.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she smirks at your reaction. “There. Now you don’t have to just stand there staring. Next time, don’t make me do all the work.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her playful tone snaps you out of your shock as she tilts her head toward the hallway.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Her voice softens slightly, though the teasing edge remains. “Now, off you go. I’m sure $Steven is wondering where you are. Don’t keep him waiting too long, or he might come looking for you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Still in a daze, you [[head back|Scene 26C]] to $Steven’s room, her kiss replaying over and over in your mind.</div><<set $molly to 2>><<else>><div style="text-align: center;">You continue watching $Gabby.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/15.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Suddenly, she stops and turns toward you, her expression hardening as her eyes lock onto yours.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Her voice is sharp and cutting, laced with frustration. “What the hell, $Joseph? Are you seriously standing there watching me?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You freeze, stammering as your face flushes. “I... I didn’t mean to...”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She takes a step closer, her tone growing louder. “Didn’t mean to? Are you kidding me? You were standing there gawking like a total creep!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words hit like a slap, and the weight of your actions sinks in as you struggle to respond.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You lower your gaze, guilt filling your voice. “You’re right... I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She crosses her arms, her expression unrelenting. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, $Joseph. You crossed a line. I trusted you, and you decided to act like some creepy voyeur. What the hell were you thinking?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You swallow hard, struggling to find the words. “I wasn’t thinking... I made a mistake. I’m really sorry, $Gabby.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She shakes her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. “You better be. Because if I ever catch you doing something like this again, you’ll regret it. Now, get out of here before I lose my temper any further.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her glare doesn’t waver as you quickly [[head back|Scene 26C]] to $Steven’s room, the shame and weight of her words pressing heavily on you.</div><<set $gabbysad to 1>><</if>>

<<if $molly is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">After you arrive at $Steven’s room, his sister, $Molly, enters. She sits down and joins you.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/7.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grabs his phone. “Just keep playing without me. I gotta take a huge shit.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Steven gets up and heads toward the bathroom.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> As soon as he’s out of earshot, she leans in slightly, her voice soft but pointed. “I saw you with my mom.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You freeze, your face flushing as your heart pounds. “Molly, I... I didn’t mean for that to happen.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable at first. Then she smiles, shaking her head lightly. “Relax, $Joseph. I’m not mad. It caught me off guard, sure, but... it made me realize something.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink, confused. “Realize what?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> Her cheeks flush as she looks directly at you. “That I like you, $Joseph. A lot. And seeing you with my mom... it made me realize I don’t want to miss my chance to tell you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You sit there stunned, her words sinking in as she continues.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> Her voice softens, her expression sincere. “I talked to my mom about it. She told me how she feels about you, and... we both agreed. We’re okay with sharing, as long as you’re honest with us. So, what do you think? Is there room in your heart for both of us?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You stare at her, speechless, before managing to find your voice. “Molly, I... I didn’t expect this. But yes, there is.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her face lights up as you lean in, your lips meeting hers in a kiss filled with both passion and relief.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/17.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She pulls back slightly, her smile playful. “Good. But don’t forget, we still need to keep this secret from $Steven.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You are now in a relationship with $Molly and her mom. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27C]]</div><<elseif $gabbysad is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You arrive back at $Steven’s room, your thoughts still replaying $Gabby’s angry words. The weight of her disappointment sits heavy in your chest as you sit down to play Melee.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/6.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You try to focus on the game, but your mind keeps drifting. $Steven is laughing and throwing out playful taunts, but you can barely bring yourself to respond.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He nudges your arm, a grin on his face. “Come on, $Joseph! Don’t tell me you’re giving up already. What happened to your trash talk?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You force a weak smile, shrugging. “Sorry, man. Guess I’m just off my game tonight.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Steven doesn’t push, turning his attention back to the game, but you can’t shake the nagging guilt that gnaws at you. Every button press feels mechanical, your mind replaying $Gabby’s disappointed face over and over.”</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $gabbysad is 1>>@@.thought; “Why did I do that? What was I even thinking? She was right, I crossed a line, and now I can’t stop feeling like a complete idiot.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Despite $Steven’s laughter and the fast-paced action on the screen, you feel a knot of unease in your stomach that refuses to go away. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27K]]</div><<else>><div style="text-align: center;">You arrive back at $Steven’s room, and sit down to play Melee.</div> <video src="Videos/Scenes/6.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">The room erupts in laughter and shouts as you both give it everything you’ve got. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He tosses the controller onto the couch, laughing. “Alright, fine. You win; for now. But next time, I’m not going easy on you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You laugh, setting the controller down. “Sure, sure. Just keep practicing, $Steven. Maybe one day you’ll catch up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both burst out laughing, the tension fading as you relax after the final match. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27J]]</div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">You decide to stay and have a drink with the girl.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing with the possible outcomes of staying. But there’s something in her smile, a mix of mischief and warmth, that convinces you. “You know what? I’ll have that drink with you.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> Her grin widens, and she reaches for a bottle nearby. “Really? That’s awesome. Here, let’s start with this.” She hands you a bottle of Jack Daniels, her fingers brushing yours briefly. “Go on, don’t be shy. First swig’s the hardest.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You take the bottle, feeling the weight of it in your hands. You hesitate for a second before raising the bottle to your lips. The burn of the whiskey hits you immediately, and you cough, but she laughs.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Wow... that’s strong.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She leans back, watching you with amusement. “It’s supposed to be. Don’t worry, it gets easier.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You take another sip, this one going down a little smoother. Before you know it, you’re laughing and talking like old friends, the bottle between you nearly empty. But then, everything becomes a blur. The last thing you remember is her leaning in close, her laughter echoing in your ears.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/17.gif" width=600 height=400 /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You wake up to sunlight streaming through the window, your head pounding like a drum. You blink groggily and look around, realizing you’re in a room you don’t recognize. Your throat is dry, and your body feels heavy as you sit up. The blanket slides off your shoulders, and that’s when you notice her, lying beside you, half-naked.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/22.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She’s sleeping peacefully, her hair tousled, the faintest smile on her lips. You stare at her, your mind racing.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleylove is 1>>@@.thought; ”Why the fuck is she here?”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The flashes come in quick bursts. her laughter, her leaning in close, the taste of whiskey still on your lips. And then, her hands on your shoulders, pulling you closer... </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/23.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video></div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You run a hand over your face, your heart pounding as the realization hits. <<if $ashleylove is 1>>@@.thought; “Did I... lose my virginity last night?”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">At that moment, the girl starts to wake up.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/24.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Her eyes flutter open, and she turns her head towards you, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “Good morning, lover.” Her voice is soft but teasing, her gaze lingering on you. “I have to say, no one has ever made me feel that good. You’ve got some serious talent.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You sit up slightly, your heart pounding. Her words echo in your ears, and you struggle to find something coherent to say. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Good morning...“ Your voice cracks slightly, and you clear your throat. “So, uh... last night...”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She props herself up on one elbow. “Last night was amazing, that’s what. You were incredible.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words send a mixture of pride and panic through you. You search your foggy memory for any clear details of the night.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/25.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shake your head slightly, trying to make sense of it all. “Just to make sure... we had sex last night, right? And... I came inside you?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She lets out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh yeah. You were a beast.” She shifts slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “And don’t worry. I just had my period, so there’s no way I can get pregnant.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You exhale in relief, slumping back against the pillow. “Oh, thank God.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">At that moment, the door swings open. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Hey, sis. Do you kno…” *Her gaze lands on you, and her tone hardens. “$Joseph? What the fuck is going on here? Did you two... have sex?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You stammer, struggling to form a coherent sentence. “Yes. I mean no. I mean... we did, but I don’t fully remember how it happened.” <<if $ashleylove is 1>>@@.thought; “Her sister? Then that means… I lost my virginity to a college girl.”@@<</if>> @@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She sits up, her expression calm and unapologetic. “Let me handle this.” Her tone is firm but light. “Yes, we had incredible sex.” She pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, did you say $Joseph? Do you two know each other?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her arms cross tightly over her chest as she glares at her sister. “Yeah. I invited him to the party last night, but he never showed up.” She turns to you, her voice dripping with frustration. “Now I know why.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Let me explain. I didn’t know she was your sister.” Your voice falters under $Ashley’s piercing glare.@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She throws her hands up, her voice rising in frustration. “There’s no need. I don’t care. You two can do whatever you want.” Her voice wavers slightly.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She storms out, slamming the door behind her. The room falls into an awkward silence as the sound of her footsteps fades down the hallway.*</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She exhales slowly. “Well, that was awkward.” She looks at you with a small, apologetic smile. “I guess you’d better go. Don’t worry, I’ll run damage control. After I tell her what happened, I’m sure she’ll forgive you. But for now, give her some time to cool off.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You nod. “Thanks for that.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> Her smile softens. “It’s the least I could do. Last night was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time, and it’s all thanks to you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You hesitate. “By the way, I’m sorry to say this, but I can’t remember your name.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She chuckles, shaking her head. “That’s okay. My name is <<textbox "$Faith" "Faith">>.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile faintly. “What a beautiful name.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">$Faith<hr> Her grin widens. “I know. You said the same thing last night. But I don’t tire of hearing it. Now go on, handsome. I’ll talk to you later.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You quickly gather your things and leave, your thoughts a whirlwind as you head home. [[You can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27A]]</div><<set $faith to 1>><<audio Song4 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">You decide to leave the girl and continue looking for $Ashley. Someone finally points you in the right direction.</div> @@.Random; <img src="Images/Icons/26.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “Yeah, bro. Her room’s upstairs. I saw her head up there not too long ago.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Thanks.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You head upstairs, unsure of what you’ll find. When you open the door, you see Ashley sitting on the bed, her face in her hands.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She looks up, startled. “Oh my God, $Joseph? What are you doing here?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I was looking for you. Why are you up here crying?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She looks away, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “I got sad when you didn’t show up.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Sad? Why?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice lowers. “Because I like you. When you didn’t come, it felt like... I don’t know... rejection.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You sit beside her, keeping your tone gentle. “Hey, you don’t ever have to feel rejected by me.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her lips press into a small, unsure smile. “You mean that?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Of course, I mean it. Come here.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She hesitates but lets you pull her into a hug. After a moment, she looks up at you, and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and kiss her.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/20.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She pulls back, her cheeks flushed. “That was... nice. But we should slow down. I don’t want to rush anything.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Take all the time you need. There’s no rush.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her smile grows more confident. “Thank you. Now, come on. Let’s go dance.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/14.gif" width=600 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">*You spend the rest of the night dancing together. As the night ends, [[you can’t help but think about what’s next.|Scene 27B]]</div><<set $ashleylove to 2>><<audio Song4 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Our story begins at a bus stop in Washington, D.C., during the late 80s. (Yeah, I know, it’s cliché, but hey, it’s relatable. Just roll with it, okay?) It’s a crisp autumn morning, the city alive with the hum of distant traffic and the occasional bark of a street vendor advertising hot coffee and bagels. The bus stop is as ordinary as they come: a bench, a schedule that's probably inaccurate, and the quiet camaraderie of strangers pretending not to notice each other.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">A man adjusts his tie nervously, glancing at the woman he’s seen here every morning for the past month. He clears his throat, trying to muster the courage he definitely didn’t have yesterday. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> "Excuse me, miss. I know this might sound… weird, but I see you here every day, and I was wondering if... uh... maybe you’d like to grab a drink with me sometime?"@@ <div style="text-align: center;">His voice wavers slightly at the end, but he quickly recovers with what he hopes is a confident smile. The woman doesn’t even look up from the book she’s reading, but her brow furrows in mild annoyance.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> "Yeah… no. I don’t really do drinks with strangers."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She turns a page with deliberate slowness, as if emphasizing her disinterest. The morning breeze catches a strand of her dark hair, which she tucks behind her ear absentmindedly. The man scratches the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. He doesn’t leave, though. Instead, he shifts slightly closer. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> "Well, what if we get to know each other while we wait for the bus? No strings attached. Just two strangers killing time."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He leans slightly against the bus stop pole, hoping his casual posture hides the flutter of nerves in his stomach. She sighs and finally looks up, her piercing gaze meeting his. There’s a moment of silence as she studies him, her lips pressing together in a way that suggests she’s weighing her options. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> "Alright. I’ll bite. But don’t think for a second, I’m easy to impress."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She closes her book with a soft thud and crosses her arms, her eyebrow arched in mock defiance. Grinning, he extends his hand toward her, his confidence returning in full force.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> "That’s all I ask. I’m <<textbox "$Eugenio" "Eugenio">> <<textbox "$Martinez" "Martinez">>, by the way."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He waits as she hesitates, then finally reaches out to shake his hand. Her handshake is firm, her gaze unwavering. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> "Nice to meet you. I’m <<textbox "$Marie" "Marie">> <<textbox "$Kirby" "Kirby">>. And just so we’re clear, this doesn’t mean I like you."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">But there’s a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she pulls her hand back. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Over the next few weeks, they got to know each other. Mornings at the bus stop turned into an unexpected ritual of shared coffee, light-hearted arguments about movies, and the occasional exchange of shy smiles. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Turns out they didn’t have much in common: he was a night owl; she was an early bird. He loved sports; she loved books. But they did share two things: a deep love for classic films and an undeniable spark. And sometimes, that’s all it takes to [[start a relationship.|Scene 2]]</div><<audio Song1 fadeout>>

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<div style="text-align: center;">One day during the summer, you arrive at $Steven’s house, but something feels off. Steven is sitting on the couch, arms crossed, his expression colder than you’ve ever seen.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> His voice is low and sharp, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. “We need to talk, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You hesitate, the weight of his tone sinking in. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He stands abruptly, his glare cutting into you. “Yeah, something happened. My mom told me what you did. She told me you were spying on her. Is that true?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your stomach drops as his words hit you like a punch. You try to find the right thing to say, but the guilt pressing down on you makes it hard to think.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your voice is shaky as you respond. “Steven, I didn’t mean to…”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He cuts you off, his voice rising with anger. “Didn’t mean to? Really? What the hell does that even mean, $Joseph? You think you can just watch my mom? That’s disgusting!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You open your mouth to defend yourself, but the fire in his eyes makes the words die in your throat.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You take a step back, guilt and shame bubbling to the surface. “You’re right. I messed up. I wasn’t thinking, and I’m sorry, $Steven. I really am.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “Sorry? Sorry doesn’t fix this, $Joseph. You crossed a line. I trusted you, and you threw that trust in the garbage.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The room feels suffocating as the silence stretches between you. $Steven’s voice breaks the tension, colder than before.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “I don’t think I can be friends with you anymore.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your voice cracks as you take a step closer. “Steven, don’t say that. Please. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He turns his back to you, his voice quiet but firm. “It’s too late. Just go, $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stand frozen for a moment before nodding silently and walking out. The door closes behind you with a finality that feels like a physical blow. The guilt weighs heavily on you as you head home, knowing you [[can’t undo what happened.|Scene 28G]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The first weeks after it happens are the hardest. You try to apologize to $Steven, sending texts and voicemails that are left unanswered.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> His last message is simple and devastating, “Don’t talk to me, $Joseph. We’re done.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You think about going to his house, but the idea of facing $Gabby keeps you away. You know nothing you say can fix things.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $gabbysad is 1>>@@.thought; “I ruined everything. $Steven was my best friend, and now he hates me.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By the time July rolls around, you have stopped reaching out to anyone. Your friends don’t know what happened, but you convince yourself they’ll hate you if they find out. So, you start pulling away before they can. Your phone buzzes less and less, until it doesn’t anymore. The silence is comforting, in a way. No one asking questions. No one expecting anything from you.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $gabbysad is 1>>@@.thought; “It’s better this way. If no one cares, then I can’t hurt anyone else.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The things you once enjoyed feel hollow now, like they belong to someone else. Your days become a cycle of staring at the ceiling, and secretly cutting yourself just to feel something.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, you’ve given up on almost everything. You don’t even try to fake being okay anymore. Your mom notices, of course.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She sits on the edge of your bed one evening, her voice gentle but firm. “My love, you’ve been so quiet this summer. What’s going on? Talk to me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug, avoiding her eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She sighs, brushing your hair back like she used to when you were little. “You don’t have to tell me, but I know you’re not fine. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. Always.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words stay with you long after she leaves the room. You want to tell her everything, but the thought of seeing disappointment in her eyes is too much.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $gabbysad is 1>>@@.thought; “She deserves better than to have a son like me.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The summer passes in a blur of empty days and sleepless nights. Now, it's the eve of high school, and you feel like a stranger in your own life.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom knocks on your door, carrying a plate of homemade lasagna. She sets it on your desk before sitting beside you.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice s sioft. “High school starts tomorrow. How are you feeling?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t know.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She rests a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’ll figure it out. And if it’s hard, just take it one day at a time. You’re stronger than you think, my love. Don’t forget that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words are comforting, but as she leaves the room, the knot in your chest remains. The lasagna goes cold on your desk as you stare out the window, the thought of [[tomorrow filling you with equal parts dread and resignation.|Scene 29B]]</div><<set $loner to 1>><<if $sport is 2>><<set $sport to 0>><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><<set $smart to 0>><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><<set $lazy to 0>><</if>><<audio "Song5" volume 0.5 play>>

<div style="text-align: center;">You stopped paying attention weeks ago; maybe months. Every day feels the same. You drift into school, sit at the back of the classroom, and let the minutes pass in a haze. The teachers talk. You pretend to listen. They hand you assignments. You pretend to care.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your homeroom teacher, Ms. Reynolds, is the worst. She’s got a way of making everything feel personal, like your lack of effort is a personal attack on her.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Reynolds<hr> “$Joseph,” she says one day, standing in front of your desk with a stack of papers in her hand.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her voice is sharp enough to cut through the chatter in the room, and suddenly all eyes are on you. You glance up, already knowing what’s coming.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Reynolds<hr> “This is the third incomplete assignment I’ve gotten from you this week,” she says, holding out a worksheet covered in red X’s. “Do you even want to pass this class?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug. “Sure.”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Reynolds<hr> “Sure?” she repeats, her eyebrows climbing. “That’s all you have to say?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Pretty much.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The class snickers, and you hear someone whisper, “Classic Joseph.” Mrs. Reynolds doesn’t laugh.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Reynolds<hr> She narrows her eyes and shakes her head. “You know, it’s not just about you, $Joseph. Your attitude drags the whole class down. You’ve got potential, but you’re wasting it. And for what? To play it cool?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t answer. What’s the point? </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Reynolds<hr> She sighs, her frustration hanging in the air like a storm cloud. “You need to start taking this seriously, or you’re going to be stuck in the same place while everyone else moves forward. Is that what you want?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stare at the desk, letting her words roll off you. [[Eventually, she walks away.|Scene 30B]]</div><<audio Song5 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">You try to make things right. You text $Kelly, call her, you even show up at her house, but it’s clear she wants nothing to do with you.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her last text to you is short and final, “I can’t believe you did that. Don’t talk to me again, $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The silence that follows is unbearable. You spend days staring at your phone, hoping for some sign that she’ll forgive you, but it never comes.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $daisysad is 1>>@@.thought; “She’s right to hate me. I crossed a line I never should have. I don’t blame her for cutting me off.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By the end of the month, you stop trying. The friendship you thought would last forever is gone, and you don’t know how to move on.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, you’ve started pulling away from everyone else in your life. Not because they know, but because you can’t bear to face them. You convince yourself they’ll hate you if they find out, just like $Kelly does. Your phone buzzes less and less as you ignore texts and calls. Eventually, they stop altogether.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $daisysad is 1>>@@.thought; It’s better this way. I don’t deserve friends. I don’t deserve anything.@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The things you used to love don’t bring you joy anymore. You spend most of your days in your room, scrolling aimlessly through your phone or staring at the ceiling, the weight of your guilt pressing down on you.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, you’ve given up entirely. You don’t bother pretending to be okay anymore. Your mom notices, of course.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Your mom sits down on the edge of your bed, her voice soft but filled with concern. “My love, you’ve been so quiet this summer. What’s going on? Talk to me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug, not meeting her eyes. “I’m fine, Mom. Just... tired.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She brushes your hair back like she did when you were little, her voice full of love. “You don’t have to tell me, but I know you’re not fine. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. Always.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words bring a lump to your throat, but you can’t bring yourself to tell her the truth. The thought of seeing disappointment in her eyes is unbearable.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $daisysad is 1>>@@.thought; “She deserves better than me.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The summer comes to an end, and the first day of high school looms. The thought of crowded hallways and unfamiliar faces makes your chest tighten. You feel like a stranger in your own life.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom knocks on your door.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “Are you ready for tomorrow? Starting high school is a big deal.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t know.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She rests a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Whatever happens, take it one day at a time. You’re stronger than you think, my love. Don’t forget that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words stay with you as she leaves, but the knot in your chest remains. You stare out the window, the thought of [[tomorrow filling you with equal parts dread and resignation.|Scene 29B]]</div><<set $loner to 1>><<if $sport is 2>><<set $sport to 0>><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><<set $smart to 0>><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><<set $lazy to 0>><</if>><<audio "Song5" volume 0.5 play>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Your life has become a balancing act. You’re dating $Kelly openly, enjoying the sweetness of young love. But there’s another layer, a secret relationship with $Daisy that no one knows about. You savor the excitement of both relationships while keeping one hidden from the world.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, your days are carefully divided. Afternoons are spent with $Kelly, sharing laughs and stolen kisses in her room. Evenings belong to $Daisy, meeting her in quiet corners where no one can see.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $daisy is 2>>@@.thought; This is perfect. I get the best of both worlds, and as long as I’m careful, no one has to know.@@<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She smiles at you one afternoon, her eyes sparkling. “You make me so happy, $Joseph. I’m glad we’re together.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words warm your heart, but $Daisy’s bold confidence keeps you coming back for more.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She leans in during one of your secret meetings, her voice teasing. “You’re getting good at this, $Joseph. Just don’t let your guard down. Secrets like ours are worth protecting.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By August, you feel like you’ve perfected the art of balancing your two relationships. $Kelly’s sweetness and $Daisy’s boldness complement each other perfectly, and you revel in the excitement of keeping one relationship hidden. Your mom occasionally asks about your relationship with $Kelly, her support unwavering.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She sits on the edge of your bed one evening, her voice gentle. “Kelly is such a wonderful girl. I’m glad you found someone who makes you happy.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile, feeling a swell of pride. “She is, Mom. Thanks.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As summer comes to an end, you feel confident. You’ve managed to keep your relationship with $Daisy a secret while openly enjoying your time with $Kelly. High school feels like a fresh opportunity to continue what you’ve built.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $daisy is 2>>@@.thought; “I’ve got this under control. High school’s going to be incredible.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With a smirk, you drift off to sleep, [[ready to take on whatever challenges come your way.|Scene 28F]]</div>

<<if $daisy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The first day of high school dawns with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approach the front doors, your stomach churns. But then you spot $Kelly near the steps, her bright smile cutting through the crowd. She waves energetically when she sees you, her warmth settling your nerves instantly.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “There you are! I thought I’d have to tackle the first day alone,” she teases, her voice light and cheerful. “What kept you? Oversleep? Or were you just perfecting that confident smirk of yours?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin, falling into step beside her. “Nah, I don’t need practice. This just comes naturally.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug, dragging your feet playfully. “Let’s just say mornings aren’t my thing. I’m here, though. That counts, right?”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk, adjusting your bag. “Actually, I was dealing with something… important. But let’s call it ‘perfecting the smirk.’”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, her arm brushing yours as you walk. “Of course. Modesty, thy name is $Joseph.” She pauses, her playful tone softening. “But seriously, I’m glad you’re here. It wouldn’t feel right starting the day without you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you head inside together, the hallway buzzing with the energy of new beginnings. Lockers slam, students shout greetings, and the noise is almost overwhelming. But with $Kelly by your side, it feels manageable.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “So,” she says, glancing up at you, her bright eyes sparkling. “What’s the plan today? Are we blending in or making a splash?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You flash a confident grin. “Splash, obviously. I’ve got to get the hype going for hockey season. Fans don’t recruit themselves.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug. “Neither. I’m just here to survive. You can handle the splashes if you want.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk. “Blending in isn’t really my thing. I’ll ace my classes, and the splash will follow.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She giggles, shaking her head. “You’re impossible. But I wouldn’t change a thing.” She tilts her head, her voice softening. “Just don’t forget, I’ll always be cheering you on, no matter what.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you approach the corner leading to the classrooms, $Kelly’s phone buzzes. She pulls it out, glancing at the screen. Her smile widens as she reads the message.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Oh, it’s my mom,” she says, holding up the phone briefly. “She said to tell you good luck today. She really loves spending time with you, you know.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You chuckle, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “What can I say? I’ve got a way with moms.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily, trying to keep your expression neutral. “I’m just good like that. Moms love me.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You adjust your bag, your voice calm but with a hint of tension. “Well, $Daisy’s great company.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She beams, oblivious to the flicker of nervousness behind your smile. “She thinks you’re the sweetest. Just don’t let it go to your head, okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you slow down as you reach the classrooms. Students rush by, their energy filling the hallway, but for a moment, it feels like it’s just the two of you.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Alright,” she says, stopping outside a classroom door. “This is me. Don’t cause too much trouble without me, okay?” Her smile is playful, but her gaze holds warmth and trust.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “No promises. Trouble kind of follows me.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily. “I’ll try. But I’m not making any guarantees.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You chuckle. “I’ll try my best. But you know me, I can’t resist a little mischief.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, stepping closer to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you at lunch, troublemaker. Good luck!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She disappears into her classroom, her bright energy lingering as you continue down the hallway alone. You pull out your phone discreetly, glancing at a new message from $Daisy: “Hope you’re ready for more ‘charm practice’ later, handsome. Good luck with class 😘.” You feel your pulse quicken as you tuck the phone away and head to your first class, keeping your expression neutral. Whatever the day has in store, [[you know it just got a lot more complicated.|Scene 29A]]</div><<elseif $kelly gte 3>><div style="text-align: center;">The first day of high school dawns with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approach the front doors, your stomach churns. But then you spot $Kelly near the steps, her bright smile cutting through the sea of unfamiliar faces. She waves enthusiastically when she sees you, her warmth immediately settling your nerves.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “There you are! I thought I’d have to survive the first day without you,” she says with a laugh, her voice teasing but light. “What kept you? Oversleep? Or maybe just picking the perfect outfit?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You smirk, falling into step beside her. “Nah, I don’t need to try that hard. This just comes naturally.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug, dragging your feet playfully. “Sure, let’s go with that. Or maybe I just didn’t feel like rushing to this madness.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You adjust your bag, your tone dry but amused. “Actually, I was solving world hunger before breakfast. But yeah, let’s say I was indecisive about the outfit.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, nudging you lightly with her shoulder. “Of course. Modesty was never your strong suit. But hey, it’s part of your charm.” She beams at you, her energy making the chaos of the morning feel distant.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you head inside together, the hallway buzzing with the energy of new beginnings. Lockers slam, students shout greetings, and the noise is almost overwhelming. But with Kelly by your side, the whole scene feels manageable.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “So,” she says, glancing up at you, her eyes sparkling. “What’s the plan today? Are we blending in or making a splash?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “Splash, obviously. I’ve got to start hyping up hockey season. Never too early to build the fan base.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug lazily. “Neither. I’m just here to survive. Let everyone else fight for the spotlight.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk. “Blending in isn’t my style. I’ll ace my classes, and the splash will follow.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She giggles, shaking her head. “You’re impossible. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Her teasing tone softens as she gives you a warm look. “Just don’t forget, whatever splash you’re making, I’ll be right here cheering you on.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you turn a corner, the hallway narrowing as you approach the classrooms. Students move past in a chaotic blur, but you and $Kelly slow as you near your destinations.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Alright,” she says, stopping in front of a classroom door. “This is me. Don’t cause too much trouble without me, okay?” Her smile is playful, but her gaze lingers on you, warm and reassuring.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “No promises. Trouble kind of follows me around.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily. “I’ll try my best. But surviving on my own might take all my energy.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You chuckle. “As long as you don’t start a revolution in there, I think I’ll be fine.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, stepping closer to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you at lunch, troublemaker. And good luck!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She disappears into her classroom, her bright energy lingering as you continue down the hall. You glance at your schedule, take a deep breath, and head to your own first class, [[ready to face whatever the day has in store.|Scene 29A]]</div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">You and $Kelly are officially dating, and for the first time, you’re experiencing what it’s like to share your days with someone who truly makes you happy. The days are filled with laughter, playful teasing, and stolen kisses when no one else is looking.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, you and $Kelly are spending most of your days together. Whether it's at her house, at the park, or just walking around town, every moment feels like a small adventure.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She grins as you both sit under a tree in the park, her head resting on your shoulder. “You know, I still can’t believe this is real. Us. It feels... perfect.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You kiss the top of her head, smiling. “It is perfect, $Kelly. I wouldn’t change a thing.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The warmth of the summer sun, the sound of her laughter, the way her fingers intertwine with yours; it all feels effortless, like it's meant to be.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, your relationship has deepened. The small moments matter most; the way $Kelly smiles at you, the way she whispers your name when you kiss her, the way she makes you feel like you're the center of her world.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $kelly gte 3>>@@.thought; “I’ve never felt this way before. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">One evening, your mom notices how happy you’ve been all summer. She knocks on your door and sits beside you, her expression warm.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is filled with love. “You’ve been smiling a lot this summer, my love. $Kelly is such a wonderful girl. I’m glad you found someone who makes you happy.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile, feeling a swell of pride. “She is, Mom. Thanks for being supportive.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She places a hand on your shoulder. “Always, my love. You deserve to be happy. Don’t ever forget that.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words stay with you, making you appreciate everything you have even more.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As summer comes to an end, you find yourself reflecting on the past three months. It has been a summer of love, laughter, and growth. $Kelly has become a part of your life in a way you never expected, and the thought of seeing her every day in high school makes you smile.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $kelly gte 3>>@@.thought; “If this summer was any indication, high school is going to be amazing.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that thought, you drift off to sleep, ready for whatever the [[next chapter of your life has in store.|Scene 28F]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Your life has been anything but ordinary. You and $Steven are dating $Ashley, and she makes it very clear who’s in charge. She’s assertive, dominant, and occasionally a bit of a bully, but neither of you can deny the pull she has over you.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone was teasing but commanding.”Let’s get one thing straight; I’m the boss here. You two better not forget that.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Despite her domineering attitude, you couldn’t help but be drawn to her confidence.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, the dynamic has settled into a rhythm, one where $Ashley calls the shots. She isn’t cruel, but she loves teasing you and $Steven, pushing your buttons just enough to keep you on your toes.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She smirks as the three of you lounge on her couch one afternoon. “Come on, $Joseph, you can’t be this bad at Mario Kart. Do I have to do everything around here?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You roll your eyes, laughing despite yourself. “You’re impossible, Ashley.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grins, nudging you with his elbow. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger already. Admit it, dude.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Ashley leans over and kisses your cheek.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone is playful but firm. “That’s because he knows his place. Don’t you, $Joseph?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words send a shiver down your spine, but you can’t deny the thrill of being part of her world.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, the three of you have settled into your dynamic. $Ashley’s dominance is never questioned, and you and $Steven find yourselves working together to keep her happy. It is unconventional, but it works.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">One evening, your mom sits down with you, her expression soft but concerned.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “My love, I’ve noticed how close you’ve gotten with $Ashley this summer. She’s a strong personality, isn’t she?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shrug, smiling slightly. “Yeah, but I like that about her. She knows what she wants.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She nods, her voice soft. “Just make sure she’s treating you right, okay? You deserve to be happy too.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words stay with you, a reminder to keep things balanced even as Ashley’s presence dominates your summer.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As summer comes to an end, you find yourself reflecting on the past three months. $Ashley’s confidence and dominance has shaped the dynamic, but there is no denying the love and connection between the three of you.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 2>>@@.thought; “This summer was unforgettable. High school’s going to be amazing with Ashley and Steven by my side.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With a smile, you drift off to sleep, ready for the [[challenges and adventures of 9th grade.|Scene 28E]]</div><<audio Song4 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">The first day of high school dawns with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approach the front doors, your stomach churns. Then you spot $Ashley and $Steven near the steps. $Ashley stands with her usual confident grin, while $Steven leans against the railing, engrossed in his Psp but smirking like he already knows you’re about to join them. The sight of them steadies you, and you hurry over.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “There you are, finally. Took you long enough. What happened? Did your reflection ask for an autograph again?” she teases, her tone sharp but playful.@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> Without looking up from his game, he smirks. “Nah, $Ashley, he probably got stuck deciding between his ‘too cool to care’ look or his ‘I’m-the-main-character’ smirk. Clearly went with both.” He glances up at you with a grin.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>> You laugh, playing along. “What can I say? I’m versatile like that. Gotta keep the fans guessing.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug lazily. “Or maybe I was deciding whether it was even worth showing up today.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You adjust your bag, your tone dry but amused. “Actually, I was solving equations in my head. But sure, let’s call it indecision.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She scoffs, giving you a playful shove. “You’re lucky I keep you grounded, $Joseph. Otherwise, you’d float away with that ego.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He pockets his Psp and grins. “What ego? We’re just speaking facts here. Right, man?” He slaps your shoulder lightly.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The three of you head inside together, the hallway buzzing with the energy of new beginnings. Lockers slam, students shout greetings, and the noise is almost overwhelming. But with $Ashley walking confidently between you and $Steven cracking jokes, it feels manageable.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She glances between you and $Steven, her smirk widening. “So, what’s the plan, boys? Are we dazzling everyone, or just coasting through like we own the place?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grins, nudging you. “Dazzle, obviously. Why settle for average when we’ve got the dream team here?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You laugh. “Exactly. I’ve got to hype up hockey season anyway. Gotta recruit some fans.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug. “Neither. I’m just here to survive. You two can handle the dazzling.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk. “I’ll just ace my classes while you two do the social stuff. Everyone wins.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, but her grin doesn’t fade. “Wow. Modesty is clearly in short supply today. Remind me why I’m dating you two again?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He chuckles. “Because we’re the best. And you know it. Don’t act like we don’t keep things interesting.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She huffs, but her smirk softens. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just hope you two don’t embarrass me today, alright?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The three of you turn the corner and reach the hallway leading to your first classes. The noise from lockers and students fades slightly as you stop by the classroom doors.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Alright, team,” she says, checking her schedule. “This is me. Don’t do anything stupid without me, got it?” Her teasing tone is balanced by the warmth in her gaze.@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “No promises,” he replies with a grin. “Trouble’s kind of our specialty.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Figures.” She rolls her eyes but steps closer, leaning up to give you and $Steven quick kisses on the cheek. “See you both at lunch.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She walks away with her signature confident stride, disappearing into her classroom. You and $Steven exchange glances before continuing down the hallway together.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Looks like this is me,” he says, stopping outside a classroom. He glances at you, smirking. “Don’t get into too much trouble without me, alright?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “No promises. Gotta keep things interesting.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold the fort. Barely.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You chuckle. “As long as you don’t start a revolution in there, I think we’ll be fine.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He laughs, giving you a fist bump. “Fair enough. See you later, man.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that, he heads into his classroom, and you continue down the hallway alone, the buzz of the first day ahead making your pulse quicken. You take a deep breath and step into your first class, [[ready to face whatever comes next.|Scene 29A]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Your life has become something extraordinary. You and $Kelly are dating $Ashley, and she’s made it clear who’s in charge. $Ashley’s confidence and dominance shape the dynamic, but there’s love and connection at its core. Together, the three of you share a summer filled with romance, excitement, and playful tension.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, the three of you have fallen into a rhythm. Afternoons are spent together at $Ashley’s house, sharing laughs and kisses. All the while, $Ashley keeps things playful and just a little chaotic.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She smirks as you and $Kelly sit on the couch, her voice drips with confidence. “Come on, $Joseph, you’re going to let $Kelly beat you at Mario Kart again? I thought you were supposed to be good at this.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, nudging you with her shoulder. “Face it, $Joseph, I’m just better. Maybe $Ashley should play instead.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Ashley leans over and kisses $Kelly’s cheek before turning to you.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone is smug. “I mean, I might have to take over. Someone’s got to show you how it’s done.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The teasing is constant, but the moments of affection between the three of you balances it out. Whether it’s sharing quiet moments under the stars or playful make-out sessions on Ashley’s couch, the summer feels like it belongs to you.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, the dynamic feels natural, but your mom has started to notice how much time you’re spending with $Ashley and $Kelly. One evening, she sits down with you, her expression soft but serious.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “My love, I’ve noticed how close you’ve gotten with $Ashley and $Kelly this summer. You seem happy, but I just want to make sure... is this what you really want?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You nod, smiling slightly. “I know it’s different, but yeah, it is. $Ashley and $Kelly... they make me happy.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She nods, squeezing your hand. “That’s all I want for you. Just remember, relationships take work, especially ones like this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words stay with you, a reminder of the care and attention your relationship will need.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As summer comes to an end, you reflected on the past three months. $Ashley’s boldness, $Kelly’s sweetness, and the connection you all share has made this the most memorable summer of your life.*</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleydom is 2>>@@.thought; “This summer was incredible. High school’s going to be even better with $Ashley and $Kelly by my side.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">*With a smile, you drift off to sleep, ready for the [[challenges and adventures of 9th grade.|Scene 28D]]</div><<audio Song4 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">The first day of high school dawns with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approach the front doors, your stomach churns. Then you spot $Ashley and $Kelly near the steps, deep in conversation. $Ashley’s confident grin lights up her face, while $Kelly, with her bright smile and animated gestures, is clearly in the middle of a story. The sight of them steadies you, and you hurry to join them.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “There you are, finally. Took you long enough. Let me guess, you were admiring yourself in the mirror again?” she teases, her tone sharp but playful.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ashley, be nice. Maybe he got caught up helping someone! Or… maybe he was admiring himself. Either way, we’re just happy to see you, right?” She beams at you, her enthusiasm infectious.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You smirk, playing along. “Definitely the mirror. You know I have a reputation to uphold.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You yawn exaggeratedly, dragging your feet. “Or maybe I was debating whether today was even worth showing up for.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You adjust your bag, your tone dry but amused. “Actually, I was solving equations in my head. But sure, let’s say I got distracted by the mirror.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Ashley scoffs, giving you a playful shove. “You’re lucky I keep you grounded, $Joseph. Otherwise, your ego would make you float away.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She giggles, looping her arm through yours. “Well, I like when you float a little. It’s fun to see you confident. But come on, we’ve got a whole day ahead, and we’re starting it together. How could it not be great?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The three of you head inside together, the hallway buzzing with the energy of new beginnings. Lockers slam, students shout greetings, and the noise is almost overwhelming. But with $Ashley striding confidently and $Kelly bubbling with optimism, it feels manageable.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She glances between you and $Kelly, her smirk widening. “So, what’s the plan, team? Are we dazzling everyone, or are we flying under the radar?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She claps her hands together, her eyes sparkling. “Why not both? We can dazzle when it counts and blend in when we need to. Like undercover agents or something!”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “Dazzle, obviously. I’ve got to get the word out about hockey season. It’s all about recruiting fans.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug lazily. “Neither. I’m just here to survive. You two can handle the dazzling.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk. “Easy. I’ll ace my classes and let you two handle the social stuff. Everyone wins.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, but her grin doesn’t fade. “Wow. Modesty is clearly not going to be part of this day, huh? Remind me why I’m dating you two again?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She giggles, nudging $Ashley. “Because you know you love us, obviously. Plus, we’re kind of a great team.” She tilts her head at you, her smile soft. “Right, $Joseph?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “Exactly. We’re like the varsity dream team. $Ashley keeps us sharp, $Kelly keeps us motivated, and I keep us cool.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily. “Right. We’ve got $Ashley to lead, $Kelly to cheer us on, and me to… provide moral support.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You shrug, your smirk widening. “Obviously. We’re a well-oiled machine. You two keep me sane, and I keep you on your toes.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you turn the corner, the hallway leading to the first set of classrooms stretches out before you. The noise from lockers and students fades slightly, replaced by the hum of anticipation for the day ahead.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Alright, team,” she says, glancing at her schedule. “This is my stop. Don’t embarrass me out there, okay?” She smirks, but there’s warmth in her eyes as she looks at you and $Kelly.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She hugs $Ashley quickly. “We’ll try our best not to. But you have to promise not to steal all the attention in your class!”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She scoffs, but her grin widens. “As if. I’m going to crush it, obviously. See you both at lunch.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With a wave, she disappears into the crowd, her confident stride making her stand out. You and $Kelly walk a bit further together, her arm brushing against yours as she looks over at you with her ever-present smile.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Looks like this is me,” she says as you reach another classroom. “Don’t get into too much trouble without me, okay?” She winks playfully.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “No promises. Trouble’s part of the job description.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily. “I’ll try to resist. Can’t guarantee I won’t fall asleep, though.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep things running smoothly. You’re the one who’s got to stay out of trouble.”<</if>>@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs, leaning up to kiss your cheek quickly. “Alright, see you later!” With that, she heads into her classroom, her bright energy lingering as she disappears inside.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Taking a deep breath, you check your own schedule and head to your first class, [[ready to face whatever the day has in store.|Scene 29A]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Your life has become something extraordinary. You’re dating $Gabby and $Molly. You work together to keep the relationship a secret, especially from $Steven.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, your days are filled with stolen moments and secret rendezvous. $Gabby and $Molly coordinate everything to avoid suspicion, their mutual understanding makes it easy for you to spend time with both.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She giggles as you sit together on her bed, her fingers laced with yours. “I still can’t believe Mom’s okay with this. But I’m glad. I wouldn’t want to share you with anyone else.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You kiss her forehead, smiling. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything, $Molly.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Gabby, on the other hand, loved the secrecy. She thrived on the thrill of sneaking around and keeping things hidden from $Steven.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She smirks as she leans in during one of your secret meetings. “You’re getting good at this, $Joseph. Just remember; if Steven ever finds out, we’re all in trouble.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her boldness and confidence keep you coming back for more, the dynamic between the three of you feels as natural as it is exciting.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, you’ve perfected the art of balancing your relationship with $Gabby and $Molly. But your mom has started to notice how much time you’re spending at $Steven’s house. One evening, she sits down with you, her expression soft but curious.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “My love, you’ve been out a lot this summer. Is there something going on? I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile, keeping your voice steady. “Everything’s great, Mom. I’ve just been hanging out with $Steven and his family.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She nods, placing a hand on your shoulder. “As long as you’re happy, that’s all I care about.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As summer comes to an end, you find yourself reflecting on the past three months. $Molly’s sweetness and $Gabby’s boldness have made this the most unforgettable summer of your life. The thought of balancing everything in high school feels daunting, but you are ready for the challenge.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $molly is 2>>@@.thought; “If I can handle this summer, I can handle anything high school throws at me.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that thought, you drift off to sleep, ready for whatever the [[next chapter of your life has in store.|Scene 28C]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The first day of high school dawns with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approach the front doors, your stomach churns. But then you spot $Steven near the steps, leaning casually against the railing, playing on his Psp. He looks up as you approach, smirking like he’s been waiting for you all morning.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Took you long enough, man. What’s the deal? Oversleep, or were you too busy perfecting that whole ‘I don’t care, but I’m cool’ vibe?” he teases, his grin sharp.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You laugh, falling into step beside him. “What can I say? It’s a gift. Besides, you love the vibe, it keeps things interesting.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug, dragging your feet playfully. “Nah, I just figured I’d roll in fashionably late. It’s kind of my thing.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk, adjusting your bag. “Actually, I was handling something important. But sure, let’s call it perfecting the vibe.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He chuckles, pocketing his Psp. “Yeah, well, just don’t make a habit of it. You’re not the only one people are waiting on, you know.” His grin widens slightly. “$Molly was asking about you this morning, by the way. She said she’s gonna wipe the floor with you next time you two play Mario Kart. Her words, not mine.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You smirk, keeping your tone light. “She can try. But you know I never lose.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You chuckle softly. “She’s got big dreams. Tell her to keep practicing, though.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smile, masking any reaction. “She’s ambitious. Gotta respect that. But we’ll see if she can keep up.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He laughs, shaking his head. “Good luck. She’s been practicing all summer. Honestly, I think she just likes the idea of beating you. Keeps her motivated.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you head inside together, the hallway buzzing with the energy of the first day. Lockers slam, students shout greetings, and the noise is almost overwhelming. But with $Steven’s laid-back demeanor, the chaos feels a little more manageable.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “So,” he says, glancing at you. “What’s your game plan for this year? Are you keeping your head down, or are you gonna stir things up again?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “Stir things up, obviously. I’ve got to start building hype for hockey season. Gotta make it big this year.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug, your tone casual. “Neither. I’m just here to survive. You can handle all the stirring if you want.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk, adjusting your bag. “Head down isn’t really my style. I’ll ace my classes and let everything else fall into place.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Big talk, as usual,” he says with a chuckle. “Just don’t forget to save some of that charm for family dinner. Mom’s been on your side ever since you started helping her around the house.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You laugh, keeping your expression neutral. “$Gabby’s great. I’m always happy to help.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lightly. “She makes it easy. Your mom’s got a way of keeping things interesting.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smile, your tone steady. “It’s fun. $Gabby’s knows how to make people feel appreciated.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grins. “Yeah, well, she’s a fan of yours. Don’t screw it up, though. If you’re late to dinner again, she’ll probably start plotting revenge.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you turn the corner and approach your classrooms, the noise from lockers and students fading slightly as you near the doors.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Alright, man,” he says, stopping outside his first class. “This is me. Don’t get into too much trouble without me, okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You smirk. “No promises. You know trouble finds me.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug lazily. “I’ll try. But you never know—first days are unpredictable.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You chuckle. “As long as you don’t start a revolution in your class, I think I’ll manage.”<</if>>@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He laughs, giving you a light shove. “Fair enough. See you at lunch.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He disappears into the classroom, and you continue down the hallway, your thoughts briefly flickering to $Molly’s determination and $Gabby’s playful texts. A vibration in your pocket catches your attention, a message from Gabby: “Don’t forget our little talk later 😘. Good luck today, handsome.” You quickly tuck your phone away, your heart pounding as you push open the door to your first class, trying to keep your expression neutral. Whatever the day brings, [[you know it’ll be a balancing act.|Scene 29A]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The next day, you go and visit $Faith. As you sit on the couch, $Faith looks at you, her expression apologetic but warm.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">$Faith<hr> Her voice is soft. “I have to leave for New York today. I wish I could stay longer, but this internship is really important.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You nod, trying to hide your disappointment. “I get it. New York’s a big deal. But... will I hear from you?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/24.jpg" class="float-right">$Faith<hr> She hesitates before smiling faintly. “I’ll try, $Joseph. But things are going to be crazy. Just... don’t forget about me, okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She kisses you one last time, and you spent the rest of the day replaying her words in your head.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, the silence from Faith is starting to weigh on you. You can’t stop thinking about her, and every time your phone buzzes, your heart leaps, only to sink when it isn’t her. Your obsession with her begins to affect your other friendships.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $faith is 1>>@@.thought; “She said she’d try, but... maybe it was just a fling to her.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Your friends try to reach out, but you ignore their texts and calls. You stare at the messages for a long time before swiping them away, unable to muster the energy to respond. Days turned into weeks, and the messages stopped coming. One afternoon, $Ashley finds you sitting alone at the park, scrolling through your phone with a distant look in your eyes.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice is teasing, but there is a hint of concern. “Still moping about $Faith? You know she’s not the only girl in the world, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shrug, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah, but she’s the only one I can’t stop thinking about.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Ashley rolls her eyes but then sighs, sitting down beside you.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone softens. “She talks about you sometimes, you know. She just doesn’t have a lot of free time right now. She’s just really busy with her internship.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words hit you like a breath of fresh air, easing some of the tension that has been building in your chest.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You looked at her, your voice hopeful. “She talks about me?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She smirks, crossing her arms. “Yeah, don’t let it go to your head. She just likes you, that’s all.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You smile for the first time in days, feeling a flicker of hope.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, you’re feeling better, but your mom has noticed how much time you’ve spent thinking about $Faith. One evening, she sits down with you, her expression warm but curious.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “You’ve been a little quiet this summer, my love. Is everything okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile faintly. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just met someone... she left for New York, and it’s been hard not hearing from her.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She nods, brushing a hand through your hair like she used to when you were little. “Sometimes, people get busy, but that doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten about you. If she likes you, she’ll reach out when she can.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words are comforting, and for the first time all summer, you feel at peace.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As summer comes to an end, you reflect on everything. $Faith still lingered in your mind, but $Ashley’s reassurance and your mom’s advice give you a new sense of clarity. Though your other friendships have faded, you’re ready to move forward.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $faith is 1>>@@.thought; “High school’s a new chapter. Maybe $Faith will call. Maybe she won’t. Either way, I’m ready for what’s next.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that thought, you drift off to sleep, feeling [[hopeful about the future.|Scene 28A]]</div><<audio Song4 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">The first day of high school dawns with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approach the front doors, your stomach churns. Then you spot $Ashley near the steps, leaning casually against the railing with her arms crossed. Her confident grin flickers briefly as her eyes meet yours, and she waves you over.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “There you are, finally. Thought you’d decided to skip the first day and save yourself the embarrassment,” she says, her tone sharp but carrying a hint of warmth.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You smirk, falling into step beside her. “Embarrassment? Please. I’m here to show everyone what they’re missing.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug, dragging your feet. “Trust me, skipping sounded tempting. But hey, someone’s got to keep you in check.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You adjust your bag, your tone dry. “Embarrassment? That’s rich, coming from the girl who tripped on her own shoelace last year.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She scoffs, giving you a mock glare. “Keep it up, $Joseph. I’ll have everyone laughing at your expense before second period.” But her smirk fades slightly as she glances away, her voice softening. “How are you… really?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The words catch you off guard. It’s not the first time she has tried to check in since $Faith left for her summer internship, but it’s no easier to answer now than it was then.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You force a grin, brushing it off. “I’m good. Don’t worry about me. I’m focused on the season.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug, keeping your tone casual. “I’m fine. What’s there to talk about? It’s just another day.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You adjust your bag, your voice even. “I’m fine, $Ashley. Don’t make this a thing.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She narrows her eyes, studying your face like she doesn’t believe you. “Sure, you’re fine. Because you always handle things so well, right?” She crosses her arms, her voice turning playful again. “It’s okay to admit you miss her, you know.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You glance away, your jaw tightening. “What’s the point? It’s not like missing her changes anything.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, well, missing her doesn’t exactly help, does it?”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You meet her gaze, your tone sharper than you intended. “I’ve got other things to focus on, $Ashley. Missing her won’t bring her back any faster.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She raises an eyebrow, unphased by your tone. “Fair enough. But for the record, she’s still an idiot for not calling you.” Her smirk returns as she leans in slightly. “And don’t think for a second that I’m going to let you sulk your way through this year. If you’re gonna mope, at least do it somewhere I don’t have to see it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you head inside together, the hallway buzzing with the energy of the first day. Lockers slam, students shout greetings, and the noise is almost overwhelming. But with $Ashley walking beside you, it feels manageable, if a little tense.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “So,” she says, her smirk widening. “What’s the plan, genius? Are you coasting through this year, or are you going to actually try to impress someone for once?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You laugh, some of the tension easing. “Impress? I don’t need to try. The fans love me.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily. “Coasting, obviously. Why put in more effort than I need to?”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You adjust your bag, smirking. “Let’s just say I’ll impress when it actually matters.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Wow. Modesty really doesn’t run in your veins, does it?” she says, rolling her eyes. But her smile softens slightly. “Seriously, though. If you need anything… even someone to argue with… I’m here. Not for you, obviously, for $Faith. She’d want someone to look out for you, even if you don’t deserve it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you reach the hallway where your first class is located. The noise around you fades as $Ashley slows her pace, glancing at the room numbers beside the door.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Alright,” she says, stopping in front of her classroom. “This is me. Don’t screw up too much without me, alright?” Her tone is teasing, but her gaze holds a rare moment of sincerity.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You smirk. “No promises. Trouble finds me, remember?”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug. “I’ll try. But you know me… it’s a long shot.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You chuckle. “I’ll do my best. But don’t hold your breath.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, but a small smile lingers. “You’re lucky you’re at least half as charming as you think you are. See you at lunch, $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that, she slips into her classroom, leaving you alone in the hallway. You pause for a moment, your thoughts drifting to $Faith and the last time you spoke. Taking a deep breath, you turn toward your own class, ready, or maybe not, for [[whatever the day has in store.|Scene 29A]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You and $Ashley are officially dating. Her teasing and boldness keep things exciting.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleylove is 2>>@@.thought; “$Ashley’s amazing.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By July, your world has become $Ashley’s world. Whether you are playing video games, watching movies, or just lying in the park together, every moment feels electric. Her teasing is constant, but so is her affection.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She smirks as the two of you play cards in her living room. “Wow, $Joseph, you’re really bad at this. Do you even know the rules?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible, $Ashley.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She leans in, her voice low and teasing. “Yeah, but you love it. Admit it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her confidence is magnetic, and you find yourself happily wrapped around her finger. You don’t notice, or care, that your other friendships are fading into the background.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, your relationship with $Ashley has deepened. She still teases you relentlessly, but there are moments when her softer side comes through, making you feel closer than ever.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice was quiet one evening as the two of you lay on a blanket under the stars. “You know, I don’t usually let people get this close to me. But you... you’re different. You’re annoying, sure, but I like having you around.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her vulnerability catches you off guard, but it makes you smile. You lean in, brushing a strand of hair from her face before kissing her.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your voice is soft. “I like having you around too. Even if you’re a bully sometimes.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She laughs, shoving your shoulder playfully before kissing you again.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By the end of August, your mom has noticed how much time you’re spending with $Ashley. One evening, she sits down beside you in the living room, her expression warm but curious.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “So, you and $Ashley seem pretty serious. How are things going?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile, nodding. “They’re great, Mom. She’s amazing.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She nods, her expression softening. “I’m happy for you, $Joseph. Just make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, okay? It’s easy to lose yourself in a relationship, but you’re just as important as she is.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words stay with you, a reminder to keep balance as your relationship grows.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">As summer comes to an end, you reflect on the past three months. $Ashley’s teasing, boldness, and rare moments of vulnerability have made this the most memorable summer of your life. The thought of seeing her every day in high school fills you with excitement.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleylove is 2>>@@.thought; “This summer was perfect. High school’s going to be amazing with $Ashley by my side.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that thought, you drift off to sleep, ready to [[face whatever 9th grade has in store.|Scene 28B]]</div><<audio Song4 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">The first day of high school dawns with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approach the front doors, your stomach churns, but the sight of $Ashley waiting near the steps steadies you. Her face lights up when she spots you, and she waves you over with that confident grin you’ve grown so fond of.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “There you are, finally. Took you long enough. What were you doing? Signing autographs for yourself?” she teases, her tone sharp but playful.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You smirk, giving her a cocky grin. “Nah, I leave that for game days. Gotta keep my fans wanting more, you know?”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You yawn exaggeratedly, dragging your feet. “Sure, that’s it. Or maybe I was just deciding if I even wanted to show up today.” <<elseif $smart is 2>> You adjust your bag, your tone dry but amused. “Actually, I was solving complex equations in my head. But sure, let’s call it signing autographs.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She scoffs, giving you a playful shove. “Please. You’re lucky you’ve got me to keep you grounded. Otherwise, you’d float off into space with that ego of yours.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you head inside together, the hallway buzzing with the energy of new beginnings. Lockers slam, students shout greetings, and the noise is almost overwhelming. But with $Ashley by your side, it feels manageable.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She glances at you, her smirk widening. “So, what’s the plan for today? Are you going to charm everyone, or just coast through like you own the place?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You laugh, your voice full of confidence. “Charm, obviously. Gotta recruit some fans for hockey season. It’s all about building the hype.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug lazily. “Neither. I’m just here to put in the bare minimum and survive. The usual.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk, adjusting your bag. “Let’s be real: I’ll just ace my classes, impress the teachers, and let everyone else try to catch up.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, her teasing tone unwavering. “Wow. You’re just brimming with modesty today. Remind me again why I’m dating you?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You flash her a grin, your tone light. “Because I’m the captain of the JV hockey team, obviously. And because I’m charming as hell.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You smirk lazily. “Because I’m low-maintenance and incredibly chill. Plus, I let you think you’re the boss.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You shrug, your smirk widening. “Because I’m the smartest guy in school, and you know I’m the only one who can keep up with you.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She huffs, but her smile softens. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, $Joseph. Just don’t embarrass me, alright? I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you navigate the maze of lockers and classrooms, your banter flowing easily. The noise and chaos of the first day seem to fade into the background as you walk together.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>“So, what’s your schedule? Any chance you’re taking gym? I’ll need someone to block all my goals.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>“What’s your schedule? And please tell me we have the same lunch period. I’m not about to sit through that alone.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>“What’s your schedule? Let me guess, you’ve got all the easy classes while I’m stuck doing the heavy lifting.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She pulls out her schedule, holding it beside yours. “Let’s see... history, math, hey, we’ve got English together. Lucky you, huh?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>You grin. “Yeah, lucky me. I’ll make sure to sit close so you don’t fall asleep during class.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. “Cool. At least I’ll have someone to copy off of when I inevitably zone out.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>You smirk. “English? Great. I’ll make sure to correct all your grammar in front of the class.”<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of you reach the hallway where your first class is located. The noise of lockers slamming and students shouting fades as you slow your pace, glancing at the room number beside the door.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Alright, partner. Looks like this is you. Don’t make me regret being seen with you, okay?” Her smirk is playful, but her eyes hold a hint of warmth.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>“Regret it? Please. By the end of the day, everyone’s going to know you’re dating the coolest guy in school.”<<elseif $lazy is 2>>“Relax. I’ll blend into the background. You’ll barely even notice me.”<<elseif $smart is 2>>“Don’t worry, $Ashley. I’ll make sure to keep the bar high for you.”<</if>>@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, but her smile lingers. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Now, get in there before you’re late.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With that, she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking off, her confident stride making her stand out in the sea of students. You take a deep breath, stepping into the classroom, [[ready to face whatever comes next.|Scene 29A]]</div>

<<if $ashleyhate is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">A week later, you get a message from $Ashley. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone in the message is smug. “$Steven thought he could skip my party? Guess again. You’re next, $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Attached is a video of $Ashley pegging $Steven. Her voice is sharp and mocking as she degrades him. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/26.webm" width="350" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You can’t bring yourself to watch the whole thing, shutting it off halfway through. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleyhate is 1>>@@.thought; “What did I do? This is my fault. I convinced him to skip.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You text $Steven immediately, but he doesn’t reply. The next day, he confronts you. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> His voice is filled with anger and betrayal. “You told me skipping the party was no big deal. Now look at what she did to me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You stammer, trying to explain. “$Steven, I didn’t know she’d do something like this. I’m sorry…”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He cuts you off, his voice cold. “Sorry doesn’t fix this. We’re done, $Joseph. Don’t talk to me again.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He walks away, leaving you standing there, stunned and hollow. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, $Steven has completely cut you off, and $Ashley keeps her threats alive. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone in the message is taunting. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, $Joseph. You’re next.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words haunt you. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleyhate is 1>>@@.thought; “If I just stay quiet, maybe she’ll lose interest.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By August, $Ashley’s messages slow to a stop. One day, you get a final text from her. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone is dismissive. “Guess you’re not worth the effort. Consider yourself lucky, $Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The relief is immediate but hollow. You’re free from her threats, but the damage is done.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom notices how withdrawn you’ve become. One evening, she knocks on your door and sits beside you, her expression warm but worried. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is gentle. “You’ve been so quiet this summer, my love. Is everything okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug, keeping your eyes on the floor. “$Steven hates me, and $Ashley’s been messing with me all summer. I didn’t know what to do.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She places a hand on your shoulder, her voice full of compassion. “I’m sorry, honey. People like $Ashley... they thrive on fear. But she’s not as powerful as she wants you to think. You’re stronger than this, and you’re not alone.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words bring a small measure of comfort, though the pain of losing $Steven still lingers. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The night before high school starts, you sit in your room, thinking about everything that’s happened. $Ashley’s threats are over, but the damage she caused remains. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $ashleyhate is 1>>@@.thought; “$Steven’s gone, and I’m starting high school with no one. But maybe it’s a chance to start over, to figure things out.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You take a deep breath and close your eyes, bracing yourself for [[whatever the next day might bring.|Scene 29B]]</div><<else>><div style="text-align: center;">$Steven tells you he has news, his voice hesitant and apologetic.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “So, uh... my mom got a new job. We’re moving this weekend.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stare at him, disbelief and frustration flooding your chest. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “This weekend? Why didn’t you say something sooner?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He shrugs, looking guilty. “We just found out, and everything’s moving fast. I didn’t know how to tell you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">When moving day comes, you stand in his driveway, watching the movers load up the last of the boxes. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “So, this is really it?”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Yeah. But don’t worry, man; we’ll keep in touch. Text me anytime, okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hug him, quick and awkward, and watch as the truck pulls away. You believe his words at first, but as the days pass, doubt starts to creep in. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By July, you’ve sent $Steven half a dozen texts, each one met with silence. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Text messages sent: “Hey, how’s the new place?” “Did you get unpacked yet?” “You alive over there?” “Let me know when you’re free to chat.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Each unanswered message feels heavier than the last. At first, you convince yourself he’s just busy settling in, but as weeks pass without a reply, it becomes harder to ignore the truth. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $steven gte 1 or $stevenb gte 1>>@@.thought; “I guess I wasn’t as important to him as he was to me.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stop texting $Steven, but the silence leaves a hole in your life.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">By August, your mom notices how much time you’ve been spending alone. One evening, she knocks on your door and sits beside you, her expression warm but concerned. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> Her voice is soft. “You’ve been really quiet this summer, my love. Is everything okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Steven moved, and... I’ve been texting him, but he’s not replying. I guess he’s moved on.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Mom<hr> She places a hand on your shoulder, her voice full of understanding. “I’m sorry, honey. Sometimes people drift apart, even when they don’t mean to. But that doesn’t mean you won’t make new friends.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words are kind, but they don’t fill the emptiness. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The night before high school starts, you sit on your bed, staring at your phone. You think about sending $Steven one last text but decide against it. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> <<if $steven gte 1 or $stevenb gte 1>>@@.thought; “He’s not going to reply. It’s time to move on.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You put your phone down and take a deep breath. High school feels like an intimidating unknown, but a small part of you [[hopes it might be a fresh start.|Scene 29B]] </div><</if>><<audio "Song5" volume 0.5 play>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Gym isn’t any better. Coach Bombay stands on the edge of the track, arms crossed, a whistle bouncing against his chest. The guy takes everything way too seriously, barking orders like he’s training Olympic athletes instead of a bunch of bored high schoolers. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You jog at the back of the group, barely lifting your feet. The other kids lap you without much effort, but you don’t care. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay <hr> “$Martinez!” Coach Bombay's voice booms across the field.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You keep jogging, pretending you didn’t hear him. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “$Martinez!” He storms over, blowing his whistle like a warning shot. “What the hell is this? You call that running? I’ve seen snails with more hustle!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stop, hands on your knees, catching your breath. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m running,” you mutter.@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “No, you’re not,” he snaps. “You’re dragging your feet, wasting my time, and embarrassing yourself. If you don’t want to be here, then don’t bother showing up!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t answer. What could you even say? </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Hit the showers,” he says finally, shaking his head. “Maybe you’ll find some motivation in there. God knows you won’t find it out here.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You walk off the track, ignoring the stares and whispers from your classmates. It’s all the same; [[day after day, week after week.|Scene 31B]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">At lunch, the cafeteria is as noisy and chaotic as ever. You sit in your usual spot at the far corner, headphones around your ears and your tray untouched in front of you. The same routine, every day; watching the minutes crawl by until you can disappear back into the silence.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “Hi,” her voice pulling you out of your head.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You pull off one earbud and glance over. She’s standing a few feet away, holding her tray like she doesn’t know what to do with it. She’s small, with dark hair that falls in loose strands around her face. Her shoulders are hunched, like she’s bracing for something, laughter, maybe, or a brush-off.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What?” you ask, your tone flat.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “Um…” She glances at the empty space beside you. “Can I sit here?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You blink. No one ever asks to sit with you.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Why?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> She shrugs, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I just thought… maybe you wouldn’t mind.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You pause, staring at her. [[Do you accept?|Scene 32B]] or [[Do you reject?|Scene 32C]]</div>

@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug. “Sure.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She exhales softly, relief flickering across her face, and sits down across from you. Her movements are careful, like she’s afraid of taking up too much space. She sets her tray down gently, folds her hands in her lap, and stares at the food like it might bite her. You glance at her briefly, noting the tension in her shoulders, the way she keeps glancing at you and then looking away. It’s like she’s bracing for you to tell her to leave. You don’t.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The silence stretches between you, awkward and heavy. She fidgets with the sleeve of her hoodie, stealing quick glances at you as if to check if you’re still okay with her being there. Finally, she clears her throat.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “I’m… I’m <<textbox "$Lily" "Lily">>,” she says, her voice shaky.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod, not looking up. “$Joseph.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I know,” she blurts, then winces, her cheeks flushing. She ducks her head, staring intently at her tray as if the food might offer an escape.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You frown slightly, more confused than anything. “Do I know you?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She looks up, panicked, and shakes her head quickly. “No, I mean… not really. We… we’re in the same English class.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">That explains it. You think you’ve seen her sitting near the back, hunched over her desk, barely speaking. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod again. “Okay.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She seems to relax a little, though the tension doesn’t leave her entirely. Her hands shake as she picks up her fork, and she barely eats anything. You don’t say anything, but you notice.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Why are you sitting here?” you ask eventually, your tone blunt but not unkind.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her eyes widen, and for a moment, you think she might run. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She swallows hard, “I didn’t… I didn’t know where else to sit.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance around again. There are empty tables everywhere.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She quickly adds, “And you seemed… nice.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Nice. You’re not sure what to make of that. You’re not mean, but nice doesn’t feel like the right word either. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug. “Okay.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She smiles faintly, a small, hesitant thing that looks like it might break if you look at it too hard. She’s quiet for a while after that, only speaking to ask simple questions about class or teachers. You answer briefly, your tone indifferent. You don’t know why she’s talking to you. You barely know her, and she barely knows you. But you don’t tell her to stop. When the bell rings, you stand without a word, grabbing your tray. She scrambles to follow, clutching hers tightly as she walks behind you.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Thanks for letting me sit with you,” she says quickly, her voice barely audible.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You glance at her, surprised. “Sure.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She smiles again, that same shy, fleeting smile, and for a second, you think she looks almost… happy. You don’t think about her again for [[the rest of the day.|Scene 33B]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Her words hang in the air for a moment. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “No,” you say flatly.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> Her face falls, but she doesn’t leave. “I just thought… maybe you wouldn’t mind.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You laugh, short and sharp, a sound that feels as hollow as you do. “Why the hell would I want that?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She flinches, and you see the hurt flash across her face. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “I don’t know,” she says softly. “I just… thought you seemed different.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah, well, I’m not,” you snap. “Go find someone else to bother.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She takes a step back, her tray wobbling in her hands. For a second, she looks like she might say something else. But then she nods, her lips pressed into a thin line and turns away. You watch her go, weaving through the crowded cafeteria. You put your headphones back on, [[drowning out the noise.|Scene 33C]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You don’t notice at first. You weren’t paying attention anyway. But by the second or third day, the whispers start. “Did you hear about Lily?” “Yeah, she… you know.” “Good riddance, honestly.” “She got what she deserved.”</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The words catch your attention. You glance over at a group of students huddled by their lockers, laughing and exchanging cruel smirks.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What happened?” you ask, your voice coming out sharper than you intended.@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/8.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> One of the girls looks at you, surprised. “You didn’t hear? She killed herself. Like, two nights ago. Her parents found her.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The air leaves your lungs all at once.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/8.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr> “Yeah,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Guess she couldn’t handle it. Not surprising, though. I mean, who even liked her?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The group laughs, their voices grating against your ears. You don’t say anything. You just walk away, the words echoing in your head.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">That night, you lie in bed staring at the ceiling. You can’t stop thinking about her, about the way her voice cracked when she asked to sit with you, the way her face crumpled when you told her no. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">It wasn’t your fault. That’s what you tell yourself. It’s what you try to believe. But the image of her standing in front of your table, her tray shaking in her hands, keeps playing in your head. You told her to leave. You didn’t have to, but you did. [[And now she’s gone.|Scene 34E]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You can’t stop thinking about it. All day, the whispers follow you, growing louder and louder until you can’t hear anything else. By the time you get home, your chest is so tight it feels like it might collapse. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You lock your door and sink onto the floor, your head in your hands. The silence in your room feels suffocating, pressing in from all sides. You try to breathe, but each inhale feels heavier, harder, like you’re drowning. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your eyes land on the bottle of pills on your desk, and your breath catches. It’s been there for weeks, untouched. You don’t even know why it’s there; something your mom left behind, maybe. You stare at it for a long moment, the weight in your chest growing heavier. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You pick up the bottle almost without thinking, your hands trembling as you unscrew the cap. The pills tumble into your palm. You just want it to stop, the noise, the guilt, the emptiness. You just want a break, even if it’s only for a little while. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You swallow one pill, then another. They taste bitter, but you don’t care. You take more, not counting, not stopping, until you’re lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts grow slow and heavy, your limbs sinking into the mattress. The world tilts, then softens, then fades. You close your eyes, telling yourself it’s just to rest. [[Just for a minute.|Scene 35H]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Later that evening, your mom knocks on your door, but you don’t answer.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “$Joseph?” she calls, her voice tinged with worry. She knocks again, harder this time. “$Joseph, are you awake?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Still nothing. Her heart pounds as she opens the door. The room is quiet.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “$Joseph?” she whispers, her voice trembling.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">[[Then she sees you.|End 1]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">It’s the silence that hurts your mom the most. The house used to hum with life, even if you weren’t always part of it. There was always some sign of you, your music playing faintly through the walls, the creak of your bedroom door when you finally came out to grab something to eat, or the quiet shuffle of your footsteps late at night as you made your way to the kitchen.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Now, the house is so quiet she feels like it might collapse in on itself. Your room stays the way you left it. She can’t bring herself to change anything. The bed remains unmade, the crumpled sheets lying exactly how they were that last day. Your notebooks, your headphones, your school supplies, they’re all still there, collecting a thin layer of dust. She hates seeing it like that, but the thought of moving anything feels like erasing you.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, she still knocks on your door. It’s not on purpose, it’s instinct, muscle memory. Her hand rises to tap against the wood, her mind momentarily forgetting that you’re gone. And then the realization hits her like a brick. She freezes in place, her hand trembling, her breath catching in her throat. Eventually, she lowers her hand and walks away, but not before the ache in her chest grows heavier.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">She replays every moment in her head, over and over, trying to find the signs she missed. The way you stopped eating as much. The way you stopped smiling. The way your words became quieter, softer, like you didn’t have the energy to speak anymore. Why didn’t she push harder? Why didn’t she sit down with you, demand that you tell her what was wrong?</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The world outside keeps moving, but hers doesn’t. She goes back to work eventually, though it feels like she’s just going through the motions. Her coworkers don’t know what to say, so they don’t say anything at all. They glance at her out of the corners of their eyes, offering awkward smiles that vanish the second she turns away. She starts leaving work early because the silence that falls whenever she walks into a room is unbearable.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Everywhere she goes, there are pieces of you. The restaurant you used to love. The park where you played as a kid. At first, she avoids those places. But eventually, she starts going back. She doesn’t know why, maybe she’s looking for you, for some part of you she can hold on to.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The photos on the wall are the hardest. There aren’t many, you never liked having your picture taken, but the ones she has feel like a lifeline. Every night, she stares at them, tracing your face with her fingertips.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">There’s one of you at seven, holding a hockey stick and grinning like you’d just won the Stanley Cup. Another of you at eleven, sitting on the couch with a birthday cake in your lap, your face shy but happy. And then there’s the last one; your ninth-grade school photo. Your smile is stiff, your eyes tired. At the time, she’d chalked it up to teenage moodiness. But now, it’s all she can see. She keeps that photo on her nightstand, right next to her bed. Every morning when she wakes up, and every night before she falls asleep, she looks at it and wonders how she didn’t see what was right in front of her.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">At first, people try to help. They bring casseroles, call her, check in. But none of it helps. None of it brings you back. Eventually, the calls stop. The visits stop. Life moves on for everyone else, but not for her. The house becomes a prison, every corner filled with the echo of what used to be.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Time doesn’t heal the wound. It only makes it easier to hide. She learns how to fake smiles, how to say she’s "doing okay" when people ask. She even laughs sometimes, though it feels wrong when she does. But when the house is quiet, the mask slips. She sits at the kitchen table, staring at the empty chair where you used to sit, and the weight of it all crushes her. She lies awake at night, listening to the silence, so heavy and suffocating she swears it’s alive.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">She never moves on. Your room stays the way it is. The photos stay on the wall. The weight in her chest stays, too. She thinks about you every day, wondering what you would’ve become. Would you have gone to college? Found a passion? Fallen in love? She’ll never know. And that is the hardest part.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The pain didn’t end with you. It only spread to the people who loved you. The choices you make matter, even when it feels like they don’t. [[The End.|The End]]</div><<audio "Song6" volume 0.5 play>><<set $end1 to 1>>

<div style="text-align: center;">$Lily keeps sitting with you every day. At first, it was strange, her timid voice asking for permission, her tray trembling as she sat down, her glances flitting nervously around the cafeteria like she was expecting someone to tell her to leave. But over time, it stopped feeling strange. It became normal. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">She’s still quiet, still careful with her words, but she’s different now. She doesn’t ask if she can sit with you anymore. She just does. And when she talks, her voice has more strength, more confidence, especially when it’s just the two of you. And you’ve changed too. You don’t know when it started, but the moments you share with her have become… good. Enjoyable. You find yourself listening more, talking more, and even laughing on occasion. She’s easy to be around in a way no one else is. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You’ve noticed things about her, little things that stick with you. Like how she taps her fingers lightly on the table when she’s thinking. Or how her smile tilts to one side when she’s teasing you. Or how she sneaks glances at you when she thinks you’re not looking. You don’t mind. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The cafeteria whispers have only grown louder. You hear them every day. The looks, the snickers, the subtle nods in your direction, it’s all so obvious. You’ve learned to deal with it, so you barely flinch. What bothers you is the way it might be affecting her. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You’ve noticed the way her shoulders tense when the whispers get too loud, or how her eyes dart toward the door like she’s searching for an escape. You know what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong, and now you’re sure you’re dragging her into your mess. The realization hits you one day as you watch her trace patterns on her notebook. She’s a good person. Kind. Creative. She doesn’t deserve this. If she weren’t sitting with you, they’d probably leave her alone. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The thought gnaws at you for days until finally, you can’t keep it to yourself anymore. You glance across the table at Lily, who’s absorbed in doodling in her notebook. You hesitate, unsure how to bring it up, but eventually, you just say it. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Lily.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She looks up, her pen pausing mid-stroke. “Yeah?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I… need to say something,” you mutter, looking down at your tray.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She frowns slightly, setting her pen down. “Okay. What is it?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You take a breath, your fingers tightening around the edge of the table. “I’m sorry.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her eyebrows knit together, confusion written all over her face. “For what?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “For… this,” you say, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “For making your life harder.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her frown deepens. “$Joseph, what are you talking about?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You look away, your jaw tightening. “You hear what they say about me. About us. If you weren’t sitting here, they’d leave you alone.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">For a moment, she just stares at you, her expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, she laughs softly, a quiet, breathy sound that catches you off guard. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What’s so funny?” you ask, your tone sharper than you intended.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “$Joseph,” she says, shaking her head, “they’re not talking about you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You blink, confused. “What?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “They’re not whispering because of you,” she says, her voice softer now. “They… don’t like me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You stare at her, trying to process what she’s just said. “Why?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She looks down at her hands, her fingers twisting together. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “It’s… complicated,” she says finally.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t push her for more. You can tell she doesn’t want to talk about it, and you’re not sure you’re ready to hear the answer. But the weight in your chest grows heavier as you realize just how wrong you were. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You know that’s stupid, right?” you say eventually, your voice low but firm.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She looks up at you, startled. “What?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “They don’t even know you,” you continue, your tone sharper now. “They don’t know anything about you. And even if they did, it doesn’t matter. You’re… you’re great. They’re idiots.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her cheeks flush, and for a moment, she doesn’t say anything. Then she smiles, a small, shy smile that makes something in your chest ache. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Thanks,” she says quietly.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The conversation leaves a strange tension in the air, but it’s not unpleasant. If anything, you feel closer to her now, like [[some invisible wall between you has crumbled.|Scene 34D]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The next day, as you’re sitting together, she surprises you. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “$Joseph?” she says, her voice hesitant.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She fidgets with the hem of her sweater, glancing down at her lap. “Do you… want to come over to my house? Sometime?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You blink, caught off guard. “Why?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She shrugs, her gaze darting to the side. “I just thought… it might be nice. My parents keep asking if I have any friends, and I figured…” She trails off, biting her lip.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You tilt your head, studying her. She looks nervous, like she’s bracing for you to say no. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Okay,” you say after a moment.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her head snaps up, her eyes wide. “Really?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah,” you say, shrugging. “Why not?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her face lights up, and she grins a real, unguarded grin that makes your chest feel strange and warm. “How about tomorrow after school?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Tomorrow’s fine,” you say, standing and slinging your bag over your shoulder.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She stands too, still smiling as she walks beside you. Neither of you says much on the way back to the building, but the quiet feels different now. Comfortable. And for the first time in a long time, you feel like [[you’ve made the right choice.|Scene 35G]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">As you step onto the porch, the faint sound of laughter echoes from inside. $Lily glances at you nervously, shifting the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Okay, just… don’t let them freak you out, okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Why would they freak me out?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She hesitates, looking away. “They’re just… a lot.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before you can ask what she means, the door swings open, revealing a petite woman with bright eyes and a warm smile. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “$Lily!” she exclaims, pulling her daughter into a quick hug before turning her attention to you. “And you must be $Joseph!”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod awkwardly, unsure of what to say. “Uh, yeah. Hi.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “It’s so nice to meet you,” she says, practically beaming. “Come in, come in!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">There’s a tall man standing there as you enter. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “Ah, so this is $Joseph,” he says, extending a hand. “I’m $Lily’s dad.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shake his hand, his grip firm but friendly. “Hi.”@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “Don’t mind us,” he says, clapping you on the shoulder. “We’re just happy $Lily’s brought someone home.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Dad!” she hisses, her cheeks flushing bright red. “Don’t make it weird.”@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “What? I’m just saying,” he says, grinning at her before turning back to you. “You want something to drink? We’ve got soda, water, juice…”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m good, thanks,” you say, still trying to process the energy radiating off both of them.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">They guide you to the living room, practically hovering as you sit down on the couch. $Lily flops down beside you, crossing her arms and glaring at her parents as they settle into the chairs across from you. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “So, $Joseph,” she begins, “$Lily’s told us a little about you, but we’d love to hear more. What do you like to do? Any hobbies?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance at $Lily, who looks like she’s trying to sink into the couch. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug. “Not really. I read sometimes. Watch movies.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “Ah, a reader!” Her eyes lighting up. “$Lily loves to read too. She’s always sketching scenes from her books.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Mom,” she mutters, covering her face with her hands.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “What?” She says innocently. “It’s true!”@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What do you think of school, $Joseph? Any favorite classes?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “It’s okay,” you say vaguely. “I guess I like English.”@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “See? I told you he’d have something in common with you,” he says, winking at $Lily.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Dad, please stop,” she groans, looking utterly mortified.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The conversation continues like that, her parents asking question after question, their excitement bubbling over as they talk about $Lily and how happy they are that she has a friend. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “She’s such a great kid,” he says at one point, smiling warmly at his daughter. “Creative, kind, smart. We’re just so glad someone finally sees that.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She shifts uncomfortably beside you, her face bright red. “Oh my god, can you not?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “What?” She says, laughing softly. “It’s true, honey. And it’s nice that $Joseph appreciates you for who you are.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You glance at $Lily, confused by the odd phrasing. “Uh… yeah, of course.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her parents beam at you like you’ve just said the most profound thing in the world. By the time her parents finally ease off, $Lily looks like she’s ready to crawl under the couch and disappear. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Okay,” she says, standing abruptly. “That’s enough interrogation for one night. $Joseph doesn’t need a full biography of my life.”@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “We’re just making conversation,” he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Well, you’ve made enough,” she mutters, her voice muffled as she hides her face behind her hands.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> She chuckles, standing up and tugging her husband. “We’ll give you two some space. But you’re staying for dinner, right, $Joseph?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Uh, yeah, sure,” you say, glancing at $Lily for confirmation.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She sighs, her shoulders slumping. “I guess so.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “Great!” She says, grinning. “We’ll call you when it’s ready.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">When her parents finally leave the room, the silence feels heavier, but not uncomfortable. $Lily sits back down on the couch, groaning loudly as she buries her face in a throw pillow. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I’m so sorry,” she mumbles.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “For what?” you ask, leaning back against the cushions.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “For that,” she says, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. “They’re… they’re just so… ugh.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “They’re fine,” you say honestly. “Nice, even.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She peeks out from behind the pillow, her eyebrows raised. “You think so?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah,” you say, shrugging. “They care about you. That’s… good.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She blinks, caught off guard by your words. Then a small, shy smile spreads across her face. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Thanks.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “For what?” you ask, genuinely confused.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “For… just being here,” she says softly.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod, not sure what to say. But as the quiet stretches between you, you realize [[you don’t need to say anything.|Scene 36B]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The living room is quiet now, the sounds of $Lily’s parents busy in the kitchen fading into the background. $Lily sits at one end of the couch, legs tucked beneath her, her hands fidgeting in her lap. She’s been quiet for a while now, stealing glances at you as if she’s trying to decide whether to say something. You can feel the weight of her hesitation. It’s the same kind of silence you’ve felt before, back when you’d sit with her in the cafeteria and she’d spend half the lunch period working up the nerve to ask you something simple. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “$Joseph?” she says softly, finally breaking the quiet.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You glance at her, tilting your head slightly. “Yeah?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She looks down at her hands. “Can I… tell you something?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Sure.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She takes a deep breath. “I… I’m really glad we met.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You blink, caught off guard by the unexpected earnestness in her tone. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Uh… okay,” you say, your voice uncertain.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I mean it,” she continues quickly, her words spilling out in a rush. “You’re the only person who’s ever… who’s ever treated me like this. Like I’m normal. Like I belong somewhere.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You frown, confused. “What are you talking about? You do belong.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She shakes her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Not to most people.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You study her for a moment, trying to understand what she means. You think back to the whispers in the cafeteria, the looks people give her in the hallways, the way she always seems like she’s bracing for something. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “They’re just idiots,” you say finally, your voice steady. “Whatever their problem is, it’s not you. It’s them.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She looks at you, like she’s trying to figure out if you’re serious. “You really think that?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I know that,” you say firmly. “You’re not the problem, $Lily. You’re… different, yeah. But that’s a good thing.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, she just stares at you. Then she laughs softly, shaking her head. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Different,” she repeats, her voice almost wistful.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod, not catching the undertone in her voice. “Yeah. You’re not like anyone else. That’s why I like being around you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her face flushes at your words, and she ducks her head, hiding her smile behind her hand. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You don’t have to say that,” she mumbles.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m not just saying it,” you reply, your tone matter-of-fact. “You’re… kind. And funny. And smart. And you actually listen to me, which is more than I can say for most people.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She looks up at you again, her eyes shining. “$Joseph… you don’t know how much that means to me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug. “It’s just the truth.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">There’s a long pause, and then she takes another deep breath, her hands gripping the edge of the couch cushion. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I need to tell you something else,” she says, her voice quieter now.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Okay,” you say, leaning forward slightly.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I… I like you,” she says, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Like… more than just a friend.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The confession takes you by surprise. You blink, processing her words, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly still. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You… like me?” you ask, your voice uncertain.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She nods quickly, her cheeks turning pink. “I’ve liked you for a while now. I just… I didn’t know if I should say anything. I thought maybe you already knew.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You frown slightly. “Why would I know?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her breath catches, and she looks away, biting her lip. “Because… people talk. They say things. And I thought maybe you’d figured it out. But you didn’t care, so…” She trails off, her voice faltering.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You tilt your head, trying to piece together what she’s saying. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Lily,” you say, cutting through her rambling.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She looks at you, her eyes wide and anxious. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I don’t care what people say,” you tell her, your voice calm but firm. “I like you too.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her breath catches, and for a moment, she looks like she doesn’t believe you. “You… you do?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah,” you say simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re… you. And I like that.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her cheeks flush deeper, and she laughs softly, wiping at her eyes as tears begin to form. “You’re… you’re kind of amazing, you know that?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shrug, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m just me.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “And I like that,” she says, echoing your words with a shy grin.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The room feels lighter now, the tension between you gone. She leans back against the couch, her smile lingering as she looks at you. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Thank you,” she says softly.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “For what?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “For… just being you,” she replies, her voice warm and genuine.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod, leaning back against the couch as well. “Same to you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">And as the two of you sit there, the sounds of her parents laughing in the kitchen fading into the background, [[you realize you’ve never felt more at ease.|Scene 37E]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The room feels quiet, warm, and alive in a way you can’t quite explain. The sounds of $Lily’s parents in the kitchen fade into the background, leaving just the two of you sitting on the couch, the space between you smaller than it’s ever felt. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Lily leans back, her knees pulled to her chest, her smile lingering as she glances at you. You can tell she’s still processing what just happened, the confession, your response, but for the first time since you’ve met her, she looks completely at ease. You’re not sure what to say. For someone who doesn’t talk much, you’ve already said more today than you usually do in a week. But there’s something in the air, something unspoken but heavy, and it makes your chest feel tight. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You really mean it, don’t you?” she asks softly.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Mean what?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “When you said you like me,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been waiting for you to change your mind. Or say you were joking.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I wouldn’t joke about that,” you say, your tone steady but gentle.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She glances up at you, her wide eyes searching yours for something, reassurance, maybe. And whatever she’s looking for, she seems to find it, because her lips curve into the faintest smile. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You’re different,” she says, shaking her head. “In a good way.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “So are you,” you say without hesitation.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her cheeks flush, and she looks away, biting her lip. “I’ve never… felt like this before. About anyone.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Neither have I,” you admit.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her eyes snap back to yours, surprised. “You haven’t?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shake your head. “Not like this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The words hang between you, heavy and meaningful. $Lily’s expression softens, and she leans forward slightly, her hands still clutching the hem of her sweater. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she says nervously, her voice trembling. “I mean, I’ve never… you know…”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Me neither,” you say, offering her a small, reassuring smile.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “That makes me feel a little better,” she says, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You lean forward just slightly, your heart pounding in your chest. “We’ll figure it out,” you say quietly.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She looks at you, her lips parting slightly as her breath catches. “$Joseph…”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I think I want to kiss you,” she whispers, her voice so quiet you almost miss it.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You freeze for a moment, her words sinking in. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod, your voice steady but soft. “Okay.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The world seems to slow down as she leans in, her movements hesitant and unsure. You close the distance between you, your heart hammering in your chest as her face comes closer. And then, her lips brush against yours, soft and warm and nervous. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/29.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">It’s awkward at first, tentative and unsure, like neither of you knows exactly what you’re doing. But it’s also gentle and real, and as the kiss deepens, the nervousness melts away, replaced by something new and electric. When you finally pull back, she’s smiling, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “That was…”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah,” you say, unable to find the right words.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She laughs, covering her face with her hands. “God, I can’t believe that just happened.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Me neither,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She peeks at you from behind her hands, her expression soft and full of something you can’t quite name. “Thank you,” she says quietly.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “For what?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “For… everything,” she says, her voice warm and sincere.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod, your heart is still racing. “Anytime.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She smiles again, and as the two of you sit there, the warmth of the moment lingering between you, you realize that this, whatever it is, [[feels right.|Scene 38G]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">When you walk through the door that night, the house feels quieter than usual. The faint scent of lavender hangs in the air, a candle your mom always lights when she’s winding down for the evening. You kick off your shoes and toss your jacket onto the coat rack, the soft hum of the TV drawing you into the living room. Your mom is sitting on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket with a steaming mug of tea in her hands. She glances up as you step into the room, her face lighting up immediately. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re home late,” she says, her tone more teasing than scolding.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I was at a friend’s house,” you say simply, moving to sit on the recliner across from her.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Her eyebrows lift slightly, and a knowing smile spreads across her face. “A friend, huh? Let me guess, $Lily?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You freeze for a second, your heart skipping a beat. “How did you…?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “My love,” she interrupts, laughing softly. “I’m your mom. I notice things.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You frown slightly, sinking back into the recliner. “Notice what?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Her gaze warm and affectionate. “You’ve been… lighter lately. Happier. You smile more, even if you don’t realize it. You’re not as quiet as you used to be.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m still quiet,” you mutter.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She chuckles. “Maybe. But it’s different now. And it all started when you started hanging out with $Lily.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You glance away, your chest tightening slightly. “She’s… different,” you say after a moment. “In a good way.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I can tell,” your mom says, nodding. “Every time I hear you talk to her, there’s something in your voice. Like you’re… I don’t know. Relaxed.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shift uncomfortably under her gaze. “It’s not a big deal,” you mumble.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “It is to me,” she says gently. “$Joseph, you’ve spent so much time on your own, and I’ve always wondered if you were lonely. But now… it feels like you’ve found someone who gets you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You glance at her, surprised by her words. “Yeah,” you admit quietly. “She does.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Your mom’s smile softens. “Tell me about her.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You hesitate. “She’s… kind,” you say finally. “And smart. And funny in this quiet way that sneaks up on you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom nods, encouraging you to continue. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “She’s been through a lot,” you say, your voice lowering. “People at school… they don’t treat her right. But she doesn’t let it stop her. She just keeps going. I don’t know how she does it.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “She sounds incredible,” your mom says softly.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “She is,” you reply, your tone firmer now. “She’s amazing.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Her smile widens. “I’m so glad you’ve found someone like her,” she says. “She sounds like exactly the kind of person you need in your life.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You feel your cheeks heat up, and you glance away. “It’s not like that,” you mumble.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Are you sure about that?” she teases gently. “Because you’re blushing.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You groan, covering your face with your hands. “Can we not do this right now?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She laughs, the sound warm and full of love. “Fine, fine. I’ll back off. But honey?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I hope you know how proud I am of you,” she says, her voice serious now. “You’ve let someone in, and that’s not easy for you. It means you care. And that’s a big deal.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You lower your hands, meeting her gaze. There’s no teasing in her expression now, just a quiet, steady pride that makes your chest ache. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Thanks, Mom,” you say softly.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She nods. “Anytime, honey. And… bring her by sometime, okay? I’d love to meet her.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/27.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Maybe,” you say, standing and heading toward your room.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Later that night, as you lie in bed, you think about what your mom said. About letting someone in. About $Lily. You stare at the ceiling, you feel a small, quiet warmth in your chest, a feeling you’re not used to, but [[one you’re starting to like.|Scene 39]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The months blur together, a steady rhythm of classes, lunch breaks, whispered insults, and quiet moments shared at your usual table in the cafeteria. The whispers never stop, and the stares don’t fade, but somewhere along the way, they stop mattering to you and $Lily. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Winter arrives, and with it, the first real sign of change in you. You start trying harder in class, not because anyone’s forcing you to, but because you want to. $Lily’s encouragement is quiet but constant, her belief in you unwavering. She’s the first person who’s ever looked at you and seen more than just the quiet, withdrawn kid sitting in the back of the room. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By January, Ms. Reynolds starts calling on you more often in English. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Reynolds <hr> “$Joseph,” she says one day, handing back an essay you’d stayed up late finishing. “This is excellent work. Keep it up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Lily beams when you show her the grade, her smile so wide it makes your chest feel light. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I told you you could do it,” she says, nudging your arm.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah, yeah,” you mumble, but the warmth in her eyes stays with you for the rest of the day.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">In PE, Coach Bombay notices the shift too. You don’t skip laps anymore or fake your way through drills. You put in the effort, not for anyone else but yourself, and maybe, just maybe, for $Lily too. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “$Joseph’s got some hustle now,” the coach jokes one afternoon.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The other students laugh, but you don’t care. $Lily is waiting for you outside the gym after class, and the grin on her face makes the teasing worth it. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By spring, $Lily starts to find her footing. She’s still sweet, still shy, but there’s a quiet confidence about her now. She doesn’t flinch when the other kids whisper about her in the hallways or glare at her from across the cafeteria. She holds her head high and keeps walking. It’s not that the hate has stopped, it hasn’t. But she’s learned to drown it out. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You’re the only one I care about anyway,” she says one afternoon.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> Her words catch you off guard, but you manage a small smirk. “You’re so corny,” you tease.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Yeah,” she says, laughing softly. “But you like me that way.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You do. You like her exactly as she is. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By late spring, it’s obvious to anyone paying attention that you and $Lily are inseparable. You walk her to class every morning, holding her hand as the other students look on. You sit together at lunch, your quiet conversations a stark contrast to the noise around you. You even start meeting up after school sometimes, usually at her house, where her parents welcome you with open arms. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “You’ve been good for her,” $Lily’s mom says one evening as you’re leaving. “She’s so much happier now. Thank you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I didn’t do anything,” you say, shrugging.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">But as $Lily smiles at you from the doorway, you realize you don’t need to. Just being there for her is enough. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">As the school year winds down, you can’t help but notice how much has changed. You’re happier now, more engaged in your classes, more willing to try. Ms. Reynolds gives you a heartfelt “well done” as she hands back your final project, and even Coach Bombay claps you on the back after your last PE class. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">At home, your mom beams whenever you tell her about your day. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I’m so proud of you,” she says often, her voice full of warmth. “You’ve come so far.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">And you have. But what stands out most isn’t the grades or the effort or even the small victories in class. It’s $Lily. She’s grown so much over the year, still the same sweet, shy girl you met, but stronger now, more sure of herself. She doesn’t hide from the stares or the whispers anymore. All that matters to her is you. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">On the last day of school, the two of you sit on the bleachers behind the gym, watching as students scatter across the field, laughing and shouting as summer break begins. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I can’t believe we made it,” Lily says softly, leaning against your shoulder.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Why wouldn’t we?” you ask, glancing down at her.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips. “Because people suck?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah, they do,” you agree. “But we don’t.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She laughs, her head tilting to look up at you. “We don’t, huh?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Nope,” you say, smirking.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her laughter fades into a soft smile, and she leans in closer. “Thanks for everything, $Joseph. I don’t think I could’ve made it without you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You could’ve,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. “But I’m glad I was there anyway.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She blushes, her hand slipping into yours. And as the two of you sit there, the sun setting on the school year, you can’t help but feel like things are finally okay. Because you have each other, and for now, [[that’s all you need.|Scene 40]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You step into the classroom, scanning the room for an empty seat. The hum of student chatter fills the air, but your attention is immediately drawn to the woman standing by the whiteboard. Ms. <<textbox "$Reynolds" "Reynolds">>, your new teacher, is sorting through a stack of papers on her desk.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> Her voice carries a friendly yet authoritative tone as she looks up. “Welcome, everyone. Please find a seat quickly. We’ve got a lot to cover today, and I don’t want to waste time.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You make your way to an open desk near the middle of the room. As you sit down, Ms. $Reynolds’ sharp eyes flick to you for a moment, then back to her papers. You wonder if she noticed anything about you, or if you’re just another face in the crowd.</div> <<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Once everyone has settled, Ms. $Reynolds steps to the front of the room, her gaze sweeping across the class. When her eyes land on you again, they linger for just a second longer, and a small, knowing smile appears on her lips.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “Ah, $Joseph. I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Top of the class last year, right? I’m looking forward to seeing if you live up to the reputation.” Her tone is light but carries a hint of challenge.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirk, leaning back in your chair. “I guess we’ll find out, Ms. $Reynolds. No pressure, right?”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> She arches an eyebrow, her smile turning playful. “None at all. But fair warning, I don’t make it easy. Let’s see if you’re as sharp as they say.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As she moves down the aisle, handing out syllabi, she pauses briefly at your desk. Her fingers lightly graze the edge of your desk as she places the paper in front of you, her eyes meeting yours for a fraction longer than necessary.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> Her voice lowers slightly, just enough for you to hear. “I’ve got high expectations for you, $Joseph. Don’t let me down.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She straightens up and continues down the row, her hand brushing the back of your chair as she passes. The faintest whiff of her perfume lingers, leaving you momentarily distracted as she moves on to the next student.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $smart is 2>>@@.thought; “Was that... intentional?”@@<</if>> You shake off the thought, focusing on the syllabus she just handed you.@@<<elseif $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Ms. $Reynolds scans the room, her tone even as she begins roll call. When she gets to your name, there’s no sign of recognition, just a quick glance and a nod before moving on.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “$Joseph... Alright, noted. Let’s keep things moving.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You sink into your seat, relieved to fly under the radar, already thinking ahead to hockey practice later today.</div><<elseif $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Ms. $Reynolds methodically moves through roll call, her voice steady and efficient. When she reaches your name, she glances up briefly but doesn’t linger.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “$Joseph. Good. Moving on.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You lean back in your chair, already zoning out as she moves on to the next name. The day is off to a slow start, and you’re perfectly fine with blending into the background. As long as she doesn’t single you out, you’ll make it through just fine.</div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">Ms. $Reynolds transitions seamlessly into the first lesson, writing an outline on the board. Her voice is clear, commanding just enough respect without losing its warmth. She introduces the syllabus, outlining the expectations for the semester and a few major projects.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “Alright, everyone. High school isn’t about coasting. I expect your best work, and I’ll make sure you give it. By the end of this semester, you’ll all be better students. That’s a promise.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The bell rings just as she finishes explaining the first assignment. You glance at your notes, or lack thereof, and stand up to leave as Ms. Reynolds calls out above the noise of shuffling papers and backpacks.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “Have a good day, everyone.<<if $lazy is 2 or $sport is 2>>"<</if>><<if $smart is 2>> And $Joseph...”<</if>>@@ <<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You pause at the door, turning back. Her smile is faint but unmistakable.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “Don’t disappoint me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grin, tossing a quick reply over your shoulder. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you walk into the hallway, you feel a curious mix of amusement and intrigue, wondering if Ms. Reynolds’ [[interest is purely professional, or something more.|Scene 30A]]</div><</if>><<if $lazy is 2 or $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You step into the hallway, merging into the sea of students rushing to their next classes. The day’s off to an interesting start, but you can’t help but wonder [[what else lies ahead.|Scene 30A]]</div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">You make your way down the bustling hallway toward the gym. The faint smell of rubber mats and sweat grows stronger as you near the double doors. Inside, Coach Bombay is already pacing in front of the class, his whistle swinging around his neck. His muscular frame and booming voice fill the cavernous room with energy.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Alright, listen up, people! I don’t care if it’s the first day or the last, this is gym class, and you WILL break a sweat! We’re doing circuits today, so get ready to move!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The class groans collectively, but Coach Bombay isn’t fazed. He claps his hands and points toward the rows of equipment set up around the room. You head toward the changing rooms to throw on your gym clothes.</div> <<if $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">When you step out onto the gym floor, Coach Bombay’s eyes light up like he’s just spotted his MVP. He strides over, a wide grin splitting his face.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Ah, there he is! Captain of the JV hockey team, Mr. Big Shot himself! $Joseph, I expect you to set the pace today. Show these slackers how a real athlete trains!”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirk, giving a confident shrug. “No problem, Coach. Just tell me where you need me.”@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Atta boy! Now, hit the weights first. Make it look easy so the rest of these clowns know what’s up!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you move toward the weights, the attention of the class shifts to you. Some of your teammates give you encouraging nods, but the rest of the students look less than thrilled about being outdone. You’re halfway through the set when you hear a voice from behind you.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “Wow, $Joseph, you make that look effortless.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You turn to see <<textbox "$Jessica" "Jessica">>, the head cheerleader, leaning against the wall with a flirty smile. She’s twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she watches you.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, setting down the weights. “Just part of the job, $Jessica.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She steps closer, her tone syrupy sweet. “Well, if you ever want a break from all that hard work, maybe we could... hang out sometime. I’m sure a guy like you could use some fun.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her meaning is unmistakable, and her gaze lingers on you in a way that makes her intentions crystal clear.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $sport is 2>>@@.thought; “She’s not even trying to be subtle.”@@<</if>> You give her a playful smirk. “I’ll think about it, $Jessica. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Coach wants me to set the pace.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She pouts slightly but steps back, her eyes still fixed on you as you return to your workout. You can feel her gaze on you for the rest of the class, but you manage to focus on the circuits, earning another approving nod from Coach Bombay as you wrap up the session.</div><<elseif $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You join the rest of the class on the gym floor, and Coach Bombay barely glances at you as he starts barking orders.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Alright, everyone, we’re doing circuits today! I want sweat dripping off you by the time we’re done. No excuses, no slacking!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You make your way through the exercises, keeping a steady pace. The coach occasionally glances your way but doesn’t seem particularly impressed or disappointed. You manage to keep up without too much trouble, and the class passes uneventfully. By the end, you’re feeling a bit tired but ready for the next class.</div><<elseif $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">As you shuffle onto the gym floor, Coach Bombay gives you a once-over before turning his attention back to the group.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Alright, people, circuits today! If you’re still standing by the end, you didn’t try hard enough! Let’s move!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You drag yourself through the circuits at your own pace, occasionally glancing around to make sure Coach isn’t looking your way. Luckily, he seems more focused on the star athletes and doesn’t give you much attention. You make it through the class without breaking too much of a sweat, which you count as a win.</div><<endif>> <div style="text-align: center;">As the class winds down, Coach Bombay blows his whistle, signaling the end of the session.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Alright, good work today. Some of you more than others.” He glances around the group before waving you all off. “Hit the showers and get to your next class!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You head back to the locker room, the echoes of gym class [[fading behind you.|Scene 31A]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">After gym, the rest of the day passes in a blur of introductions, new faces, and classroom routines. The final bell rings, signaling the end of your first day of high school. You gather your things and head out into the hallway, the sea of students moving toward the exits.</div> <<if $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">As you shuffle toward the front doors, trying to avoid the crush of bodies, a voice calls out to you, cutting through the noise.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “Hey! You! The guy with the ‘I don’t care about anything’ vibe!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You turn to see a girl standing by a bulletin board plastered with colorful flyers. Her expression is a mix of excitement and curiosity.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink at her, caught off guard. “Uh... yeah? What’s up?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She grins and practically bounces over to you, a flyer in hand. “You look like the kind of guy who knows how to have fun, or at least knows how to do nothing with flair. I’m <<textbox "$Katherine" "Katherine">>, head of the Anime and Gaming Club. We meet after school to watch the best anime, play games, and eat snacks that are probably bad for us.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She thrusts the flyer into your hand, her enthusiasm radiating off her like a neon sign.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> “We need more members, and you’ve got that laid-back vibe that just screams ‘I don’t take life too seriously.’ So, what do you say? Wanna join?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance at the flyer, which features chibi characters and a list of games like Super Smash Bros. and Mario Kart.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shrug, already imagining the snacks and the chance to avoid homework. “Sure, why not?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> Her eyes light up as she claps her hands together. “Awesome! We meet in Room 203. Don’t forget, or I’ll haunt your dreams like a vengeful anime spirit!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She flashes you a thumbs-up before bounding off into the crowd. You can’t help but chuckle as you tuck the flyer into your pocket and head outside, feeling oddly good about your new after-school plans.</div><<elseif $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You make your way through the throng of students, exchanging nods and fist bumps with some of your teammates as you head out of the school. The crisp afternoon air hits your face as you step outside, your mind buzzing with thoughts about hockey practice, Coach Bombay’s praise, and the first day of high school.</div><<elseif $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The last class ends without much fanfare, and you head out into the hallway, your mind still replaying Ms. $Reynolds’ touchy introductions and the day’s assignments. As you step outside, you make a mental list of the books you’ll need to borrow from the library and the goals you want to set for yourself this year. It’s been an eventful first day, but you’re already planning how to make this year even better.</div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">When you finally get home, you drop your bag by the door and collapse onto the couch, replaying the day’s events in your head. The first day of high school has already proven to be far more interesting than you expected.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> <<if $lazy is 2>>@@.thought; “Anime and snacks... yeah, that sounds like my speed.”@@<</if>><<if $sport is 2>>@@.thought; “Coach is counting on me. I can’t wait to hit the ice tomorrow.”@@<</if>><<if $smart is 2>>@@.thought; “I wonder if Ms. $Reynolds will give us more reading suggestions... I should make a note to ask her.”@@<</if>>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As the sun sets outside your window, you can’t help but think about what the rest of the year will bring. [[You can’t wait to see what’s next.|Scene 32A]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The days and weeks blur together as the school year marches forward.</div> <<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">In Ms. $Reynolds' class, your reputation as the smartest kid in school continues to grow. You ace every test and assignment with ease, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Ms. $Reynolds.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> Her voice is warm but teasing as she hands back your latest exam. “Another perfect score, $Joseph. You’re making the rest of the class look bad.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile faintly, brushing off the attention. “I just like the challenge, Ms. $Reynolds.”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> Her fingers lightly brush yours as she hands you the paper, her touch lingering just a little too long. Her tone lowers, almost conspiratorial. “Well, you’re certainly rising to every one I give you. I think we make a good team, don’t you?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her flirting becomes more noticeable with each passing day. She offers you private praise after class, and her casual touches, on your shoulder, your hand, even your cheek once, send a jolt through you every time. By now, you’re not sure whether you’re imagining things or if there’s something more beneath her kindness.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">One afternoon, as class ends, Ms. $Reynolds glances at you with a small smile.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “$Joseph, can you stay after class for a moment? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words hang in the air as the rest of the class files out, leaving the two of you alone in the room. [[You can’t help but wonder what she has planned.|Scene 34A]]</div><<elseif $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Gym class remains a breeze for you, and Coach Bombay continues to treat you like his star player. Under your leadership, the JV hockey team becomes an unstoppable force, crushing every opponent in their path.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The season culminates in the championship game, where you score the winning goal in a nail-biting overtime. The crowd erupts, and your teammates lift you onto their shoulders as the trophy is presented.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> He claps you on the back, beaming with pride. “You’re a legend, kid. The varsity team’s gonna have one hell of a captain next year.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">After the game, you’re approached by $Jessica, who has been hanging around the rink all season but never quite managed to catch your attention.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> Her tone is unusually soft as she twirls a strand of her hair. “Hey, $Joseph. That was amazing out there. Can we, uh... talk?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She glances around, clearly wanting to keep the conversation away from prying eyes. [[You wonder what she wants.|Scene 34B]]</div><<elseif $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">School continues at your usual relaxed pace. You breeze through classes just enough to stay out of trouble, but the highlight of your week is the Anime and Gaming Club. Over time, you and $Katherine grow closer, her quirky and kooky nature becoming more endearing with each passing meeting.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">One afternoon, after the other members have left, you find yourself alone with her in the clubroom. She’s sprawled out on the beanbag chair, flipping through a manga as you sit nearby, casually playing Smash.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She glances over at you, her grin mischievous. “You know, $Joseph, you’re not half-bad for a guy who looked like he couldn’t care less about anything when I first met you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirk, not looking up from your game. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She rolls her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “Yeah, sure. But seriously, I’m glad you joined. It’s nice having someone chill around. You balance out my chaos.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words linger as the two of you share a quiet moment, the hum of the console and the rustle of manga pages filling the room. [[You can’t help but wonder where this friendship might lead.|Scene 34C]]</div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">The class is empty as you sit at your desk. Ms. $Reynolds walks over, her heels softly clicking against the floor. Her usual warm smile is in place, but there’s something different in her gaze today; something bolder.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “You’ve been doing so well, $Joseph. It’s like you make teaching a little... too easy for me.” Her tone is light, but there’s an edge of flirtation in her words.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glance up, offering a polite smile. “I just like to stay ahead, Ms. $Reynolds. You know how it is.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She steps closer, standing by your desk. Her fingers rest on the edge of the desk before slowly trailing to your shoulder. Her touch lingers for a moment before sliding down your chest.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> Her voice softens as her fingers drift lower. “You’re not just ahead, $Joseph. You’re exceptional. And... I can’t help but notice how much potential you have.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her hand moves further down, brushing over your shirt just above your beltline. Her eyes meet yours, her gaze unwavering as she leans slightly closer.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “I can help you, $Joseph. Give you... guidance, in more ways than one.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her hand lingers, the weight of her suggestion hanging in the air. Your heart races as you process the moment, the lines between teacher and student blurring in an instant.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> She tilts her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “So, $Joseph... what’s it going to be?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">[[Accept her advances.|Scene 35A]] or [[Pull away.|Scene 35B]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">After another club meeting, you’re about to leave when $Katherine approaches you. Her usual energetic demeanor is toned down, replaced with something softer and more serious.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She tugs lightly at your sleeve, her cheeks flushed. “Hey, $Joseph. Can I talk to you for a sec? Just... the two of us?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shrug, offering her a faint smile. “Yeah, sure, $Katherine. What’s up?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She fidgets with the edge of her skirt, her voice wavering slightly as she speaks. “So, um... I really like you, $Joseph. And I know I’m probably not, like, your type or whatever, but I just thought you should know.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words catch you off guard.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She continues, her tone gaining confidence. “And... if you’re okay with it, I want to do something special for you. To show you how much I care.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She steps closer, her hands trembling slightly as she waits for your response.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Accept her offer.|Scene 35E]] or [[Turn her down.|Scene 35F]]</div>

@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Your breath catches as you meet Ms. $Reynolds’ gaze. “I... I think I would like that.”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> Her lips curl into a faint smile, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She unzips your pants and grabs hold of your dick. Almost as soon as she starts to stroke you ejaculate all over yourself.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/30.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Embarrassment washes over you. “I’m… I’m so… I didn’t mean…@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> She puts a finger to your lips. “Shh. There’s no need to explain. It just means we’re going to have a lot more private lessons.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She steps closer, her hand sliding up to cup your face. Before you can think, she leans in and kisses you.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/31.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> She pulls back slightly, her fingers tracing your jawline. “I have much to teach you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> You gather your things. [[You leave the classroom feeling different.|Scene 36A]]</div><<set $cheat to 1>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Ms. $Reynolds leans in, her hand still lingering, her gaze locking onto yours with a boldness that sends your heart racing. You take a steadying breath.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You gently take her hand, as you meet her gaze. “Ms. $Reynolds, I respect you, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But... I can’t do this. It’s not right.”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> Her expression falters for a moment before she pulls her hand back, letting out a soft sigh. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, $Joseph. You’ve always been such a good student, and I don’t want to ruin that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The tension in the room dissipates as she straightens up, her usual composed demeanor returning.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> “Let’s forget this ever happened, okay? You’re a remarkable student, Joseph. I don’t want anything to jeopardize your future.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You nod, grateful for her understanding. “Thank you, Ms. $Reynolds. I appreciate that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You leave the classroom, [[a weight lifting from your shoulders.|Scene 36A]]</div><<set $loyal to 1>>

@@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You hesitate for a moment before giving her a crooked grin. “You know what, $Jessica? Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> Her laughter is low and teasing as she takes your hand, pulling you toward the empty storage room near the gym. “I knew you’d come around eventually, star player.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The door closes behind you, $Jessica is on her knees, her lips are wrapped around your dick. What your teammates said is true, she really does know what she’s doing.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/32.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> Lost in ecstasy. “You really are a truly gifted slut. I should have let you do this sooner.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">After your comment, she starts sucking more enthusiastically. This drives you over the edge. You pop your cock out of her mouth.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Stick your tongue out slut.” You said forcefully.@@ <video src="Videos/Sex/33.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">Jessica<hr> She grins. “I told you I could help you blow off some steam.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Jessica gathers her things and leave. You stay behind for a moment, processing what had just unfolded and [[wondering if it will change anything.|Scene 36A]]</div><<set $cheat to 1>>

<div style="text-align: center;">$Jessica waits, her gaze steady as she watches for your reaction. Her confidence seems unwavering, but you can see the faintest hint of vulnerability in her expression.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. “$Jessica, you’re a great girl, and I’m flattered. But... I can’t.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">Jessica<hr> Her smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “Wow. I didn’t think you’d actually turn me down... but I respect that, $Joseph.” She straightens up, giving you a small smile. “Good luck with everything. And hey, if things ever change... you know where to find me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle lightly, shaking your head. “Thanks, $Jessica. But I think things are going to stay the way they are.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She walks away, her confidence still intact, but [[you can’t help but feel relieved.|Scene 36A]]</div><<set $loyal to 1>>

<div style="text-align: center;">$Katherine’s quirky smile fades slightly as she waits for your response, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the edge of her oversized hoodie.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle softly, leaning back in your chair. “You know what, $Katherine? I think I could go for something special right now.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> Her face lights up, her usual energy returning in full force. “Really? Oh my gosh, okay! Just wait here. I promise this will be worth it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She quickly locks the clubroom door before stepping closer to you, her hands trembling slightly as she places them on your shoulders. Her lips crash into yours with surprising intensity, and you can’t help but respond.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/34.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She pulls back, her cheeks flushed, her voice breathless. “See? I told you I could be bold too.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both sit back down on the sofa and [[play Smash Bros. together.|Scene 36A]]</div><<set $cheat to 1>>

<div style="text-align: center;">$Katherine’s face is flushed as she waits for your response, her quirky energy replaced by a shy vulnerability that’s rare for her.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You sigh softly, reaching out to gently place a hand on her shoulder. “$Katherine, you’re amazing. Seriously. But... I can’t. I hope you understand.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> Her expression shifts, a mix of disappointment and understanding crossing her face. “Oh... yeah. I get it. I mean, I didn’t think you’d say yes, but I had to try, you know?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You give her a warm smile. “And I’m glad you did. You’re an awesome friend, $Katherine, and I don’t want that to change.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> Her smile returns, albeit a little softer. “Thanks, $Joseph. I’ll see you at the next club meeting, okay?”</div>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As she walks away, you feel a sense of relief [[knowing you made the right choice.|Scene 36A]]</div><<set $loyal to 1>>

<<if $smart is 2 and $loyal is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You breeze through the rest of the year, acing every test and even earning a special commendation for academic excellence. Ms. $Reynolds’ behavior never escalated beyond subtle touches and flirtatious remarks, but you kept your distance, deflecting her advances with quiet firmness. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">None of it really mattered, not compared to the people who had been there for you. Through every high and low, every exhausting exam and late-night conversation, you had someone who made it all feel worth it. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">And now that the school year is finally over, you’ll be able to [[spend time with them.|Scene 37A]] </div><<elseif $sport is 2 and $loyal is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The hockey team was unstoppable with you leading the charge, and your championship win feels like the perfect cap to the year. $Jessica’s attempts to tempt you fizzled out as you stayed focused on your game. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">None of it really mattered, not compared to the people who had been there for you. The ones who cheered you on. The ones who kept you grounded. The ones who made every victory feel even sweeter. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">And now that the school year is finally over, you’ll be able to [[spend time with them.|Scene 37A]] </div><<elseif $lazy is 2 and $loyal is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The anime and gaming club became your favorite part of the week, with $Katherine quickly becoming one of your closest friends. Her energy and creativity keep you laughing, but you never let it stray beyond friendship, no matter how much her quirks grow on you. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">And now that the school year is finally over, there will be no more forced group projects. No more lectures about wasted potential. Just summer, gaming, and [[spending time with the people who actually make things fun.|Scene 37A]] </div><<elseif $smart is 2 and $cheat is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You’ve grown closer to Ms. $Reynolds as the weeks pass. Her subtle glances have turned into open flirtation, and those lingering touches have become something far more intense. After class, you’ve started staying behind under the guise of "extra tutoring," but you both know that isn’t the real reason. She has been teaching you how to please a woman. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/35.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Every time someone texts you, asking how your day is going or if you’re free to hang out, guilt bubbles up in your chest, but it’s never enough to stop you from going back. Ms. $Reynolds makes you feel powerful, like you’re someone special in a way no one else can. Especially when you make her cum. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/36.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">On the last day of school, you sit in her classroom after the final bell, pretending to go over some notes. She leans against the desk, her hand lightly brushing against yours as she smiles. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> "You’ve done so well this year," she murmurs, her voice low. "I’m going to miss these... sessions."@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glance at the door, ensuring it’s locked, before meeting her gaze. "It’s been a good year," you say, your voice is steady despite the rapid pounding in your chest.@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/28.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. $Reynolds<hr> She steps closer, her fingers brushing against your arm. "I’d like to keep in touch over the summer," she whispers, her tone making it clear she means more than emails about assignments.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">This is going to be an [[interesting summer.|Scene 37B]] </div><<elseif $sport is 2 and $cheat is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">The hockey season has been a blur of success. Thanks to you, the JV team crushed every opponent, earning the championship title. You’ve become a legend in school, with everyone chanting your name at games and Coach Bombay treating you like a star. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">$Jessica hasn’t let up. She always finds a way to corner you after games or at parties, her flirtation persistent and bold. She’s become your own personal cocksucker. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/37.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">The feel of Jessica’s lips wrapped around your cock makes you forget all about the world around you. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “If you need some release over the summer, don’t hesitate to call me,” she says with a flirtatious tone.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You just might take [[her up on that offer.|Scene 37C]] </div><<elseif $lazy is 2 and $cheat is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">$Katherine has become a fixture in your life. Her quirky humor and wild, unpredictable energy have drawn you in, and you find yourself spending more time with her after meetings. She knows just how to make you laugh, and her bizarre nature feels like a constant, comforting escape from the rest of the world. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">But it hasn’t stopped there. After that first moment together, $Katherine has been bold about her feelings. She flirts openly, her kooky charm making it feel less serious than it is, even though you know it is serious. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">On the last day of school, you’re the last one in the clubroom with her. Everyone else has left for the year, and the space feels oddly quiet without the usual chaos. $Katherine bounces over to you, her grin wide as she grabs your arm. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> "So, lazybones," she says, her voice teasing but tinged with nervousness. "I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I don’t want to wait anymore."@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink, caught off guard. "Thinking about what?"@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She hesitates for a moment before blurting it out. "I like you, Joseph. Like, really like you. And I want to do something special for you... if you want me to."@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I would like that very much,” you say with a smile.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">In an instant you are both naked and she’s on her knees in front of you with your dick in her mouth. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/38.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Within a matter of minutes, you’re ready to blow your load. As she takes your dick out of her mouth, you grab it and jerk off all over her face. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/39.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She looks at you, her face covered with cum. “That was my first time doing something like that, but I guess you liked it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> As you lean over to clean off her face. “Very much so. You are incredible.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The weight of the moment lingers between you as you pack up and [[leave the clubroom behind.|Scene 37D]]</div><</if>>

<<if $ashleylove is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Throughout the school year, you and $Ashley grow closer. What started as sharp teasing evolves into playful banter, her smiles become softer, and you realize how much her presence has come to mean to you. Whether it’s sitting together at lunch, texting late into the night, or walking home after school, she’s no longer just a part of your day, she’s the best part.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her tone is teasing, but her eyes hold a warmth that makes your chest tighten. “Don’t think I’m going soft, $Joseph. I’ve got a reputation to protect, you know.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, tilting your head toward her. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret. But between you and me, I think people already know how much you like me.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, but a small laugh escapes her as she gives your shoulder a playful shove. “You’re so full of yourself. Who says I even like you?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smirk, leaning in just enough to make her blush. “Oh, I don’t know… maybe the way you smile every time I’m around. Or the fact that you can’t go a day without texting me.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She huffs, trying to hide the faint redness creeping up her cheeks. “Ugh, you’re impossible, you know that?” But her voice softens, and she brushes her hand against yours as you walk. “...Maybe you’re not completely wrong, though.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The words hang in the air for a moment, and you can’t help but grin. Despite her playful deflections, it’s clear how much she cares about you, just as you care about her. And as the days pass, the bond between you deepens, turning into something neither of you expected but [[both of you treasure.|Scene 33A]]</div><<elseif $faith is 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Throughout the school year, your relationship with $Ashley has been a mix of sharp words and reluctant camaraderie. Ever since Faith stopped calling, her jabs have softened, her teasing less biting. She notices things others don’t, like the way you’ve been quieter, more distracted. She doesn’t let you wallow for long.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice cuts through the silence as she falls into step beside you. “Alright, spill. What’s up with you?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You sigh, dragging a hand through your hair. “I’m fine, $Ashley. Just… leave it alone, okay?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Yeah, no. That’s not happening. I’ve known you long enough to tell when you’re lying, $Joseph.” Her tone is blunt, but there’s a softness in her expression. “Is it about $Faith?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her name hangs in the air, heavy and unfamiliar after so many months of silence. You don’t answer right away, but $Ashley’s gaze doesn’t waver.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You finally exhale, your voice quieter than you’d like. “She hasn’t called. Not me, not you, not anyone. It’s like she just… forgot about us.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Ashley’s teasing smirk falters, replaced by something almost like concern. “She didn’t forget about us. $Faith’s not like that. She’s just busy… she gets like this when she throws herself into something.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glance at her, bitterness creeping into your tone. “Yeah? Well, it feels like she could at least spare five minutes to call. It’s been months, $Ashley. Months.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She sighs, shoving her hands into her pockets as she keeps pace with you. “Look, I get it. She’s my sister, remember? I’m mad at her too. But sulking about it isn’t gonna help.” She hesitates before adding, “She cares about you, $Joseph. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have been with you in the first place.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her words sting and comfort all at once. You don’t want to believe them, but the way she says it, earnest, for once, makes it hard to argue.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You glance at her, forcing a weak smile. “You’re awfully nice today. Should I be worried?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She rolls her eyes, her teasing tone slipping back in. “Don’t get used to it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” She pauses, nudging you lightly with her shoulder. “But seriously… if you need to talk or whatever, I’m here. For $Faith’s sake, obviously. Don’t think I’m doing this for you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle softly despite yourself, the tension in your chest easing just a little. “Of course. Wouldn’t want anyone thinking you actually care.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She laughs, shoving your shoulder harder this time. “Shut up, loser.” But her smile lingers longer than usual.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">For the first time in weeks, the weight on your shoulders feels just a little lighter, and you wonder if $Ashley’s right. Maybe $Faith [[hasn’t forgotten you.|Scene 33A]]</div><<elseif $ashleydom is 2 and $stevenb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Throughout the school year, the bond between you, $Ashley, and $Steven has grown stronger. What started as sharp banter and competitive rivalry has blossomed into something deeper, more meaningful. Whether it’s sitting together at lunch, texting in a chaotic group chat late into the night, or hanging out after school, the three of you have become inseparable. Their presence makes even the hardest days feel lighter.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her teasing voice cuts through the hum of students in the hallway. “Don’t get used to this, $Joseph. Just because I’m letting you walk with me doesn’t mean you’re special.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> Walking beside you, he smirks. “She’s lying. You know she can’t survive a day without us. Right, babe?” He winks at $Ashley, who rolls her eyes dramatically.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, falling into step between them. “Oh, I know. You both need me to keep things interesting. Admit it.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She lightly shoves your shoulder, her laughter ringing out. “Please. You’d be lost without us, $Joseph. And don’t even try to deny it.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> He grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “She’s right, you know. You’re pretty useless without us.” His tone is teasing, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in his voice.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He glances at you with a grin, and for a moment, you’re reminded how lucky you are to [[have them both by your side.|Scene 33A]]</div><<elseif $ashleydom is 2 and $kellyb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">Throughout the school year, the bond between you, $Ashley, and $Kelly grows stronger. What started as flirty teasing and playful banter has turned into a relationship full of warmth, laughter, and connection. Whether it’s sitting together at lunch, texting in a chaotic group chat late into the night, or walking home together after school, the three of you have become inseparable. Their presence makes every day brighter.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her teasing voice cuts through the hallway noise as she strides confidently beside you. “Don’t think you’re special, $Joseph. You’re only here because $Kelly begged me to let you hang out with us.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She gasps, nudging $Ashley lightly. “Hey, don’t listen to her, $Joseph. She’s just grumpy because she can’t go a day without teasing us.” She glances up at you with a soft smile. “You know we’re both happy to have you here, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, falling into step between them. “Oh, I know. You two would be lost without me. Admit it.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Please. You’d be the one crying if we weren’t here.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She giggles, her arm brushing yours as she walks beside you. “Okay, fine, maybe we need each other.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">In that moment, you can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world, [[having them both by your side.|Scene 33A]]</div><<elseif $daisy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Throughout the school year, you and $Kelly grow even closer. Her sweet, bubbly nature makes every moment together feel brighter, and you find yourself looking forward to the time you share. Whether it’s sitting together at lunch, texting late at night, or walking home after school, her presence becomes a constant in your life, one that you cherish deeply. But even as you hold her hand and bask in her warmth, there’s a part of you weighed down by the secret you’re keeping, your affair with her mom.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice is soft but teasing as she glances at you. “You’re staring again, $Joseph. What’s going on in that head of yours?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile, forcing yourself to focus on her. “Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I am to have you around.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She blushes lightly, but her giggle fills the air. “Lucky? Please, you’d be lost without me, admit it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, leaning a little closer to her, though your mind briefly flickers to $Daisy’s sly smile and flirty texts. You shake it off and meet $Kelly’s gaze. “You’re not wrong. But don’t let it go to your head, okay?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She grins, her eyes sparkling as she lightly squeezes your hand. “Too late. I already know how much you need me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you share this time with $Kelly, the weight of your secret pulls at you, leaving you wondering how long [[you can keep up this charade.|Scene 33A]]</div><<elseif $kelly gte 3>><div style="text-align: center;">Throughout the school year, you and $Kelly grow even closer. Her sweet, bubbly nature makes every moment together feel brighter, and you find yourself looking forward to the time you share. Whether it’s sitting together at lunch, texting late at night, or walking home after school, her presence becomes a constant in your life, one that you can’t imagine being without.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice is soft but teasing as she glances at you. “You’re staring again, $Joseph. What’s going on in that head of yours?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile, reaching for her hand. “Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I am to have you around.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She blushes lightly, but her giggle fills the air. “Lucky? Please, you’d be lost without me, admit it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, leaning a little closer. “You’re not wrong. But don’t let it go to your head, okay?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She grins, her eyes sparkling as she lightly squeezes your hand. “Too late. I already know how much you need me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">With $Kelly by your side, everything feels lighter, easier, and more manageable. In her company, [[anything is possible.|Scene 33A]]</div><<elseif $molly is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Throughout the school year, your connection with $Gabby and $Molly has grown deeper, though it’s a secret you’re forced to keep. $Steven would never forgive you if he found out. Every visit to his house feels like a dangerous balancing act, but it’s also where you get to see them, the two people who’ve unexpectedly become so important to you. $Gabby’s confident flirtation and $Molly’s sweet competitiveness have become a constant, even if keeping everything hidden adds a layer of tension to every interaction.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Her tone is playful as she hands you a glass of lemonade in the kitchen. “Careful, $Joseph. If $Steven knew you liked hanging out here this much, he’d start charging you rent.” Her smirk is knowing, her gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary.@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She rolls her eyes. “He’s not that smart, Mom. Besides, we both know $Joseph’s here for better reasons.” Her cheeks flush slightly as she says it, though her tone stays teasing.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle, trying to act casual despite the heat rising in your face. “What can I say? You guys have the best snacks.”@@ @@.Gabby; Gabby laughs, leaning against the counter with that signature smirk. “Snacks, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Her voice drops just enough to send a shiver down your spine.@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Mom!” She protests, her face growing redder. “Do you have to make it weird?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She shrugs, feigning innocence. “What? I’m just being a good host.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance toward the living room, where $Steven is busy playing video games, completely unaware of the undercurrent in the kitchen. The tension in the room is palpable, though it’s masked by $Molly’s exasperated protests and $Gabby’s sharp wit.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She gives you a pointed look, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Seriously, you’re pushing your luck, Mom. $Steven’s right there.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You nod, trying to keep things light. “Yeah, $Gabby. Maybe save the teasing for when I’m not risking my life just being here.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She chuckles, her gaze softening just slightly. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got it under control. $Steven wouldn’t notice if the house caught fire with how focused he is on that game.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Despite her confidence, you can’t help but feel the weight of the situation. Every glance, every quiet laugh shared between the three of you is laced with the constant awareness of how risky this is.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> Her expression softens. “Just… don’t get caught, okay? I don’t feel like dealing with $Steven’s drama.” Her voice is quieter now, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of the sweetness beneath her usual competitive front.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You smile, your voice low as you respond. “Don’t worry, $Molly. I’ll be careful.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She steps closer, her voice dropping to a murmur as she brushes past you. “Good boy.” Her smile lingers just long enough to make your pulse quicken before she moves to pour herself a drink.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The moment breaks as $Steven calls out from the living room, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere in the kitchen. You exhale, forcing yourself to relax as $Gabby and $Molly exchange a quick, knowing glance. For now, the secret is safe, but every visit [[feels like balancing on a tightrope.|Scene 33A]]</div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Summer stretches on, slow and golden, each day blending into the next. Most afternoons, you’re at $Lily’s house, sprawled on the living room floor or curled up beside her on a couch that’s a little too small for two people. Her parents treat you like you belong, like you’ve always been there. And maybe, in a way, you have. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “You’re staying for dinner, right?” her mom calls from the kitchen, the smell of garlic and tomatoes thick in the air. “You’re practically one of us at this point.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You glance at $Lily, who’s already smiling at you. “Yeah, sure,” you call back, trying to keep your voice steady even though her grin sends warmth racing through your chest.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">They love having you around. Her dad even let you help repaint the back fence last weekend, just the two of you, working in silence while $Lily picked songs on her speaker. It wasn’t a big deal, but it felt like one. It felt... right. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">And $Lily, she’s different in the summer. Looser. Happier. She laughs louder now, teases you more, and there’s a light in her eyes when she looks at you that you still don’t know how to handle. But you know you want to try. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Admit it,” she says one afternoon, lying beside you in the grass. “You like my music taste now.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Debatable,” you mumble, nudging her shoulder. Her fingers brush against yours, and you don’t pull away. Neither does she.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You’ve fallen into a rhythm, late-night texts, lazy mornings, shared jokes and glances that say more than words ever could. But sometimes, you catch her staring off into nothing, her fingers fidgeting with her sleeve, and you wonder what she’s not telling you. [[You don’t ask. Not yet.|Scene 41]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">In late August, your mom finally meets her. $Marie’s been curious for months, and when you show up with $Lily at your side, she opens the door with a wide smile and pulls her into a hug like she’s known her forever. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “So this is $Lily,” she says, eyes crinkling with warmth. “I’ve heard so much about you.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “All good things, I hope,” she says, her voice soft, a little shy.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Of course. He never shuts up about you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You groan, face burning, but $Lily just laughs, that light, bright laugh that makes your stomach flip. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Dinner is easy, full of laughter and second helpings. You’re in the kitchen, rinsing dishes, when your mom gently pulls $Lily aside into the hallway. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’ve got a good heart,” your mom says, voice quiet, eyes soft. “You remind me of someone I used to know.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She shifts on her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you,” she murmurs.@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She watches her for a moment, then asks, gently, “Does he know?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> There’s a beat of silence. She forces a small laugh. “Know what? That he’s terrible at board games?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Marie doesn’t smile. Not fully. Just tilts her head slightly, understanding in her eyes. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Okay,” she says softly. “Not yet.” She reaches out, squeezing $Lily’s hand, her voice warm, sure. “When you do tell him, and you should, just know... it won’t change how he feels. He loves you, you know.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her breath catches, her eyes going glassy. She nods once, lips pressed tight. “Yeah. I... I know.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You come back in, joking about some video you found, and $Lily turns to you with a smile that’s just a little too bright.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Summer is fading. The nights are cooler now, the sky darkening earlier. On the last evening before tenth grade begins, you and $Lily sit at your window, watching the stars emerge. Her head rests against your shoulder, her hand in yours. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">She hasn’t told you. But she’s starting to believe that when she does... [[maybe it’ll be okay.|Scene 42]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Tenth grade isn’t much different from ninth. Not for you, anyway. Not for $Lily. The months blur together again, classes, lunch, the ever-present stares. The whispers never stopped. The hate never faded. You just learned to live with it. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes you wonder why. Why can’t people just let you and $Lily exist. Why does every hallway feel like a battlefield, every lunch period a test of endurance. You’re not hurting anyone. You never were. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I don’t get it,” you mutter one afternoon, standing outside the cafeteria with $Lily’s hand in yours. “We don’t even talk to them. Why do they care so much?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her gaze is distant, her fingers tightening around yours. “Some people just need something to hate,” she says quietly.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t understand it, but you don’t let go. Whatever the world throws at you, it’s easier to face it when $Lily’s [[beside you.|Scene 43]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;"> You and $Lily lie on her bed one evening, the room is warm, lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the air thick with the sound of your breathing and the quiet rustle of fabric as you pull her closer. $Lily’s lips are on yours, soft and hungry, her fingers tangled in your hair, her body pressed against you like she never wants to let go. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You’ve kissed her before, plenty of times, but never like this. Never with this heat, this urgency. Her touch is electric, and you’re lost in it, in her, in the way she sighs against your mouth, the way she clutches at your shirt like you’re the only thing holding her together. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your hand drifts down her side, fingers grazing the edge of her skirt. She doesn’t stop you. She gasps, not in fear, but need, her body arching into yours, eyes fluttering shut. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I want to make you feel good,” you whisper, your voice rough, low.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You’ve thought about this, not just the act, but making her feel wanted, cherished.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I want to go down on you,” you murmur, kissing the corner of her mouth. “If you want me to.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her eyes open, dazed, lips parted. She nods. “Yes,” she breathes. “I want that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You kiss her again, Hand sliding under her skirt, moving slow, careful, savoring the way she trembles beneath your touch. She’s flushed, breathing hard, eyes glazed with want. She grips your shoulder, pulling you closer, like she wants this as much as you do. Maybe more. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your fingers graze higher, between her legs, and that’s when it happens. That’s when everything shifts. You touch something unexpected. Something that shouldn’t be there. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> Your breath catches. You freeze. “$Lily?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her entire body stiffens. Her eyes fly open, the heat replaced with wide, bone-deep fear. She grabs your wrist, pulling your hand back with shaking fingers, her breath coming fast, uneven. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I… I’m sorry,” she gasps, voice cracking. “I was going to tell you. I didn’t mean… I got caught up, I…” Her eyes are brimming with panic and guilt, her hands trembling. “I should’ve told you. I tried, but then you touched me and I… I couldn’t stop it.” Her voice breaks. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your mind is spinning, your heart racing. You don’t know what to say, what to feel. She’s still $Lily. But the world just cracked open beneath you. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Silence crashes down around you. $Lily’s hand is still gripping your wrist, her eyes glassy, cheeks flushed for all the wrong reasons now. She’s trembling, not from want, but fear. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I… I need a minute,” you murmur, voice cracking. “Just… I need a second, okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You pull your hand free gently, not meeting her eyes, and [[stumble toward the bathroom.|Scene 44]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You slam the bathroom door shut behind you, chest heaving, head spinning. You grip the edge of the sink like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded, eyes locked on your reflection, pale, wild-eyed, shattered. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What the hell just happened?” you whisper, voice hoarse. “What does this mean?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You push away from the sink, pacing, heart pounding like it’s trying to break out of your chest. Questions slam into you, one after another, relentless. Does it matter? Can I handle this? What does this make me? Why didn’t she tell me sooner?</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your fists clench. You feel like you’re suffocating. Like everything you thought you knew has been flipped inside out. But underneath it all under, the fear, the shock, is her. $Lily. The way she looked at you.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Goddammit,” you snarl, slamming your palm against the wall. “You fucking idiot!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You sink down to the floor, head in your hands. Your breath is shaking, your vision blurring with anger, not at her, never at her. At yourself.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “She needed you, and you just left her.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">A soft knock jolts you. The door opens before you can move, and $Lily’s parents step in, both of them. Her mom’s face is full of worry. Her dad’s is harder to read, guarded. Protective. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “$Joseph…” her mom starts gently. “Are you okay?”@@ @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “She’s crying,” her dad says, voice low, tense. “She thinks you’re going to abandon her.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your stomach drops. The shame hits hard. You force yourself to your feet, unable to meet their eyes. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I didn’t mean to leave her,” you say, voice breaking. “I just… I didn’t know what to do.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Silence. Then, her dad speaks again. Not accusing, but firm. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/32.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “Has anything changed?” he asks. “Do you still love her?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The question punches through the noise in your head like a lightning bolt. You freeze. Do you? You picture her face. Her laugh. The way she looked at you when no one else did. Everything inside you settles, sharp and clear. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “No,” you say quietly. “Nothing’s changed.” Then louder, steadier, “I love her.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her parents exchange a glance. Her mom nods, eyes shining. Her dad’s shoulders relax, just a little. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/31.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Mom<hr> “Then go tell her how you feel,” she whispers.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You move, heart hammering, steps quick as you head to her door. The soft sound of her crying cuts through the air like glass. [[You walk into the room.|Scene 45]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You push open her door, heart pounding, breath tight in your chest. The room feels smaller now, dim and quiet, except for her. $Lily is curled up on her bed, arms wrapped around her knees, her whole body trembling with silent sobs. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Her head jerks up when she hears you, eyes red, cheeks streaked with tears. The second she sees you standing there, and not gone, she gasps like it physically hurts. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I’m sorry,” she breathes, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you, I wanted to, I swear I did…”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She scrambles to her feet, words falling out of her like she can’t stop them, like she’s been holding them in for too long. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “It’s my fault, all of it. I didn’t want to lie, I just… I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you. I… I understand if you hate me now. If you want to leave, I get it, I swear I get it…”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You cross the room in three steps and grab her, not roughly, but like you’ll fall apart if you don’t touch her, and you kiss her. Fierce. Desperate. All-in.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">She freezes, gasps against your mouth, then melts into it with a sob, clinging to you like she might fall apart. You kiss her like words aren’t enough. Like they’ll never be enough. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m never leaving,” you whisper against her lips. “Never. I love you, $Lily. More than words could ever say. Nothing changes that. Nothing could.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She shudders, burying her face against your neck, crying again, but it’s not the same. It’s not fear. It’s relief. It’s love. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You still love me?” she chokes out. “Even now? Even after…”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Especially now,” you cut her off, holding her tighter. “You’re mine, $Lily. I love all of you. Always.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She holds you like she’ll never let go. [[And you know you never will.|Scene 46]]</div><<audio "Song7" volume 0.5 play>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Your lips crash into hers again, all heat and love, hands roaming her body like you’ve never touched her before, because you haven’t, not like this. $Lily gasps into your mouth, her fingers clutching your shirt, pulling you closer. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/40.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “God, you’re so beautiful,” you murmur against her lips, voice shaking. “I want you. All of you.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You have me,” she breathes, eyes wide, voice trembling. “I’m yours, Joseph. I’ve always been yours.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Clothes fall away between hurried kisses and soft laughter, nervous energy flickering between you. Your hands explore her body like it’s sacred, your lips trailing heat along her neck, her chest, her stomach. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/41.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Tell me what feels good,” you whisper, kissing along her hip. “I want to make you feel good.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You already do,” she gasps, arching under your mouth as you worship her. “$Joseph… oh god, don’t stop.”@@ <video src="Videos/Sex/42.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You listen, to every moan, every breath, every soft whispered please, and when she shakes beneath you, her release washing over her, you kiss your way back up, your face flushed, your heart racing. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/43.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You taste amazing,” you whisper with a grin, brushing her hair from her face. “I could do that all night.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> Her cheeks flush, laughter bubbling from her lips. “Not fair. Now it’s your turn.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She slides down your body, her lips trailing fire as she takes you in her mouth, slow, tentative at first, but eager. Your hand fists in the sheets, groaning her name as she learns you with every stroke of her tongue, every glance up at you. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/44.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Lily… fuck, that feels amazing,” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She laughs softly, pulling you in for a kiss, your bodies pressed together. Her voice is breathless, full of want. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I need you inside me. Now. Please.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You sure?” you ask, eyes searching hers. “I don’t want to rush you.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I’ve never been more sure,” she whispers. “I want you. Every part of you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She guides you, your heart pounding as you line yourself up and slowly press inside her. She gasps, clinging to you, her body tight and hot and perfect. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/45.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You okay?” you murmur. “Tell me if I need to stop.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “You feel so good,” she gasps, her voice full of need. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You move slowly at first, both of you learning, adjusting, breathless with every thrust. Her moans are music, your name on her lips like a prayer. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/46.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You’re incredible,” you pant, forehead pressed to hers. “I love you so much, Lily.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I love you too,” she whimpers, nails digging into your back. “Don’t ever stop loving me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Never,” you swear. “I’m yours. Forever.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The rhythm builds, pleasure tightening in your core. Her body clenches around you, her voice breaking with need. You thrust deep one final time, groaning her name as you cum inside her ass, your bodies shaking with the force of it. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/47.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You collapse into her, kissing her softly, over and over, holding her like she’s everything, because she is. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/48.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “That was perfect,” you whisper, breathless. “You’re perfect.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She smiles, tears in her eyes, not from fear, not anymore, but from love. “I’ve never felt more loved in my life.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hold each other, tangled in warmth, in love, in everything unspoken, finally understood. [[The night fades into morning, with nothing between you but love.|Scene 47]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Time doesn’t slow down. It never does. The days after that night blur into weeks, then months, then years, and through it all, you and $Lily stay side by side. Always.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">School doesn’t get easier. The whispers never fully stop. The stares, the hate, it lingers like a stain on the walls. But you don’t care. Neither of you do. Because you’ve got something stronger. Each other. You walk the halls hand in hand, eyes forward, shoulders straight. People talk. People judge. But you let them. Because every time you look at her, every time she squeezes your hand, you know it’s worth it. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Let them stare,” you mutter one day as you walk into the cafeteria. “They’re just jealous.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She laughs, leaning into you. “Damn right they are.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your families intertwine like roots, dinners, holidays, game nights where your mom and hers get way too competitive. Her dad teaches you how to grill one summer. Your mom teaches $Lily how to make her famous stir-fry. There’s laughter, love, and the feeling that this is what family’s supposed to be. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Through finals, dances, and endless nights of cramming, you’re together. Always together. Growing, changing. Then graduation day arrives. The end of everything you’ve known. The start of something new. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The gym is packed, the air buzzing with excitement and nerves. You’re in your cap and gown, fingers twitching, eyes scanning the crowd until they find hers. $Lily, standing just a few rows away, looking at you like you’re the only person in the room. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “We did it,” you whisper when you catch her in the hallway, away from the noise. “We actually fucking did it.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> She grabs your hand, tears in her eyes, smiling so wide it hurts. “They tried to break us. But we’re still here.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “We’re just getting started.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">When your names are called, you cross that stage one after the other and when the crowd cheers, you don’t care if it’s for you or not. She’s waiting for you and that’s all that matters. Diplomas in hand, arms around each other, the future wide open, you both know it won’t be easy. But you also know one thing: You’ve survived everything. And now, together, you can survive anything. [[A new chapter begins beyond these halls.|Scene 48]]</div><<audio Song7 fadeout>>

<div style="text-align: center;">The years after high school come fast, but you and $Lily face them the same way you faced everything else: together. You get into the same college, share a cramped apartment that always smells like takeout and coffee, and spend late nights cramming for exams, or not cramming, depending on what mood she’s in when she pulls you to bed with that look in her eyes. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Studying can wait,” you’d whisper, breathless against her lips. “You can’t.”@@ <video src="Videos/Sex/49.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You grow up together in that little apartment. Learning how to be adults, partners, soulmates. The arguments are rare, the laughter constant, the love unchanging. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You graduate hand-in-hand, just like high school. And when you get down on one knee in the middle of the same park where you first kissed, she says yes before you even finish the question, tears in her eyes, laughter on her lips. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “Of course I’ll marry you, you idiot.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your wedding is small, filled with family, friends, and enough love to drown out the world. She’s radiant in white. You’re a mess in a suit. But when you kiss her at the altar, you both know, this is forever.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">She becomes a teacher, the kind who kids adore, who stands up for the shy ones, the outcasts, the ones who just need someone to believe in them. She tells them anything is possible. And they believe her, because she is proof. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You chase your own dream, writing erotic novels, that take off in ways you never expected. Every book, every story is about her, your muse, your obsession, and the freaky beautiful love you share. She blushes every time you read a passage aloud, and then makes you prove how well you can write the real thing. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/29.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “I can’t believe you put that scene in there,” she laughs, thumbing through your latest book.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You loved it when we did it,” you grin. “Just thought the world should know.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She rolls her eyes. You kiss her senseless. That’s your life, passion, laughter, and unapologetic love. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Years pass, and you both decide you want kids. With the help of IVF, you become parents to three wild, happy children, each one the best parts of both of you. Your home is chaos, warmth, and laughter echoing down hallways.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You grow old, lines forming, hair graying, but the love never fades. She still smiles at you like you hung the moon. You still write about her, still get lost in her eyes, still hold her every night like she’s your world. Because she is. She always was. And when you both sit side by side, watching your kids play, her hand in yours, you know one thing with absolute certainty, you lived the life you dreamed of, [[together.|Scene 49]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Your house is alive with noise; kids laughing, dishes clinking, voices raised in stories and old jokes. At the head of the long dining table, you and $Lily sit hand-in-hand, watching it all unfold; your life, your family, all under one roof. To your left, your mom is arguing with $Lily’s dad about who really won the last game night. To your right, $Lily’s mom is holding your youngest, bouncing them on her knee, smiling like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be. You and $Lily lock eyes and smile as your oldest bursts into laughter at something $Marie says. The table is full as are your hearts. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/35.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You know,” your mom says, raising a glass, “I always knew you two would make it. Even when you were an awkward little wreck, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You laugh, shaking your head. “Gee, thanks, Mom.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/35.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “But look at you now,” she adds, eyes soft, proud. “Husband, father… freaky novelist.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/37.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> $Lily nearly chokes on her drink, laughing. “Molly!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Everyone laughs. It’s loud, messy, perfect. The kind of moment you dreamed of but never thought you’d have. You feel a quiet peace settle in your chest. This is what you built. Together.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/38.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily’s Dad<hr> “You two turned out alright,” he says, a soft pride in his voice. “Better than alright.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/37.jpg" class="float-right">$Lily <hr> “We had help,” $Lily murmurs, resting her head on your shoulder. “From all of you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod, your hand in hers. A lifetime of love behind you. [[And so much more ahead.|Scene 50]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Later, after you put the kids to sleep and everyone is getting ready for bed, you step out into the backyard for a moment of air. You don’t hear the door open behind you, but you know it’s her before she even speaks. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/35.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You always were a night owl,” she says softly, stepping up beside you, wrapping her sweater tighter around her. “Just like me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I could never sleep when my mind was full,” you say, smiling a little. “Still can’t.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She nods, looking out over the yard, toys scattered in the grass, the swing set your kids won’t touch again until morning. She doesn’t speak for a while, just watches the night with you. Comfortable silence. A rare kind of peace.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/35.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I was scared for you,” she says finally. Her voice is low, steady, but filled with emotion. “When you were younger. You were so lost. So hard on yourself.” She pauses. “And then you met her.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You swallow, throat tight. “Yeah. $Lily… she changed everything.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/35.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “No,” she says, turning to look at you, her eyes soft but unwavering. “You changed. Because of her, yes, but also because of you. You became the man I always knew you could be.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t know what to say. The words hit deep. All the years of doubt, fear, struggle and now, standing here with your mom, everything feels… full circle. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I didn’t do it alone,” you say quietly. “I had you. You never gave up on me.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/35.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Because I always knew you had something inside you,” she whispers. “Love. Strength. Fire. And now… look at your life, Joseph. Look at what you built.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Tears build in your eyes, and you let them fall. She pulls you into a hug, warm, fierce, unconditional, and for a moment, you’re that kid again. Holding onto her like the world might fall apart. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/35.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs. “Every day.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hold her tighter. There are no more words needed. Just love. Just a mother and her son, standing in the quiet night, [[surrounded by everything they never gave up on.|End 2]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The house is quiet. The kind of quiet that only comes at the end of a long, beautiful day filled with noise, laughter, and love. You stand in the doorway of your bedroom, watching $Lily sleep, curled on her side, her hair fanned out across the pillow. The moonlight paints her in silver, and even after all these years, your heart still skips when you look at her. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You step closer, brushing your fingers over her hand, careful not to wake her. Her ring glints in the light, the same one you slid onto her finger all those years ago, hands shaking, heart racing. Forever, you promised. And you meant it. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mind drifts to the past, to the kid you used to be. Lost. Angry. Afraid. And then… to the moment she walked into your life. Everything changed. You think about the first time she held your hand in that cafeteria. The way she smiled at you when no one else would. The way she trusted you with everything and how you nearly broke it, until you realized you’d rather lose the world than lose her. You didn’t. You held on. And together, you built this life. One filled with passion, chaos, children’s laughter, and the kind of love people write stories about. You know. You wrote quite a few. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your kids are asleep down the hall. The house is filled with memories. Your parents’ laughter still echoes from earlier tonight. The world outside keeps turning. But right now, in this moment, you are whole. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I have everything,” you whisper to the dark, to yourself, to her. “Everything I ever wanted.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You slip into bed beside her, pulling her close. She stirs, just enough to sigh your name, and her fingers find yours in the dark. You close your eyes, your heart steady, your soul at peace. You loved fully. Lived completely. And you wouldn’t change a thing. Their story ends here. But the love they share goes on. [[The End.|The End]]</div><<audio "Song8" volume 0.5 play>><<set $end2 to 1>>

<<if $ashleylove is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Summer begins with plans. Late-night calls. Beach days. Inside jokes. You and $Ashley have been together for over a year. Your laugh came faster with her. Her walls came down with you. But everything changed with one sentence.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “My mom got a new job... in California. We’re moving. In two weeks.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. She looked down, then back up, eyes glassy.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you, but I don’t have a choice.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">From that moment on, everything is numbered. Every kiss carries a ticking clock. Every smile has an aftertaste of goodbye. But the two of you keep going. You make the most of the days you have left, bike rides at sunset, getting caught in sprinklers, sneaking into movie theaters and pretending everything is fine. At night, you hold her in your room. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I’m not saying goodbye until the last possible second.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Then came the night before she left. Her room was half-empty. The door clicked shut behind you. Her eyes said it all.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I don’t want to wonder. I don’t want to imagine. I want to know.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She kisses you deep. She strips you slowly, as if committing your body to memory. You do the same. Every inch. Every curve. You touch her like this might be the last time. Because it is. When she lays back, legs parted, her breath cathches, not from nerves, but from need. You take your time. She cries out once, sharp and surprised. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/86.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Then, she urges you to stick it in. You’re happy to oblige. Her body moves with yours, hips lifting, mouth whispering your name like a prayer. You don’t stop.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/87.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She pushes you onto your back and straddles you.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I want to feel you everywhere.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She grabs your cock and guides it into her ass.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/88.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You finish inside of her ass. When you pull out, it leaks all over you.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/89.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She cleans you with her mouth and swallows it.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/90.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Afterward, you lay tangled in each other, hearts pounding in sync. She curled into your chest. No words. Just shared breath and the ache of knowing it was over. She left before dawn. No goodbye. Just your hoodie and a note.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> "Now you know what I taste like. What I sound like. What I feel like. And now… I’ll always be a part of you."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The first few weeks apart aren’t too bad. Late-night calls, endless texts, selfies, little reminders that you still matter to each other. But distance has a way of dulling urgency. Responses take longer. Calls end earlier. Excuses start creeping in. One night, she calls you, no webcam, no cute filter, just her voice and a sigh.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I hate this. I hate being so far away and not being able to touch you… to feel you. This long-distance thing isn’t working.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t argue. Part of you knows it too. The version of you that was hers had stayed in that room.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Yeah. I know. I’ll always remember you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">And you will. Sadly, time trudges on and [[tomorrow the school year begins.|Scene 38C]]</div><<elseif $faith is 1>><<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You spend the summer buried in books. You are determined to get ahead for 10th grade. Morning coffee with your mom turns into academic debates. Even your summer reading list has extra books you add “just for fun.” </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your room looks more like a library by August. Stacks of biology, psychology, and chemistry books tower over your desk. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes your mom peeks in, bringing sandwiches or urging you to go outside, but you wave her off, muttering something about "optimal study windows." She rolls her eyes and smiles every time. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The most relaxing part of your day is cooking dinner together. It is the one time you let yourself unplug. You tell her about everything you learn that day, like the latest reproductive health breakthrough or some wild case study, and she pretends not to be grossed out. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By summer’s end, your mind is sharper, your confidence higher, and you are more convinced than ever: [[you are going to be the best OB-GYN the world has ever seen.|Scene 38B]] </div><<elseif $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The summer is a marathon of movies, games, and sleeping in. Your mom gives up trying to keep a regular schedule after the second week. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Most mornings don’t start until noon. You shuffle to the kitchen in your pajama pants, grab a bowl of cereal, and crash on the couch to continue whatever you started the night before. Cartoons, old horror flicks, late-night anime, you are absorbing it all. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You only go outside when your mom drags you to Blockbuster or the grocery store, and even then, only after heavy negotiations (and promises of snacks). </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Still, the two of you have fun. Movie nights become a ritual, with commentary so savage it could be its own show. She calls you her “little critic,” and you take that as a badge of honor. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t do much. You don’t learn much. But damn, you are relaxed. When school comes around, you aren’t ready, [[but you have opinions on every movie released this summer.|Scene 38B]] </div><<elseif $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">This summer is all about the rink. Every day, you strap on your rollerblades and tare through the streets like you’re chasing the Stanley Cup. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom works extra shifts so she can afford your new gear. You know it, too. Every time she massages her sore back or naps on the couch, guilt tugs at you. But she never complains. She just smiles and askes how many goals you scored that day. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The community center become your second home. Pick-up games, drills, scrimmages, you live for the competition. When you aren't skating, you are watching hockey highlights on repeat, studying pro moves and trying to copy them the next morning. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You come home every day sweaty, bruised, and grinning. Your mom patches you up with Band-Aids and frozen peas, shaking her head but proud. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By the end of the summer, your shot is harder, your footwork tighter, and your confidence sky-high. You are more than ready for the fall season, and [[everyone is going to know it.|Scene 38B]] </div><</if>><<elseif $ashleydom is 2 and $stevenb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">You, $Steven, and $Ashley spent the entire summer like you were the only three people that mattered. Pool days, video games, late-night movie marathons.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your first time happens the weekend before summer break is over. $Ashley has been teasing you all night brushing your leg under the blanket, whispering dirty thoughts whilst $Steven blushed. Eventually, she just stood, dropped to her knees, and pulled both your shorts down. She stroked you both with ease, licking between you, getting you hard fast. <video src="Videos/Sex/65.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Then, slowly, she pushed your cocks together, opened her mouth, and took both of you in at once. Her lips stretched. Her tongue worked both shafts. Your tips brushed and the pressure made your breath catch.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/66.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “…Holy shit…”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “Yeah. That’s... yeah.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You moaned at the same time. Felt your bodies throb together. She loved it. So did you. When she finally pulled off, gasping, she flipped over on the bed and looked back at you both, flushed and filthy.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “$Joseph, pussy. $Steven, ass. Now.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You didn’t hesitate. You slid into her slow, and she gripped the sheets, groaning. $Steven joined a moment later, carefully filling her from behind. She cried out. You both started moving. Her moans turned frantic. Your hips slapped into her, Steven’s brushing yours at the deepest points. Her body clenched around you both.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/67.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Yes! Just like that. Fuck, both of you… don’t stop…”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The pressure built fast. Too fast. When she pulled away at the last second, you barely held back. She dropped to her knees, mouth open, eyes daring you to finish.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Do it. On my face. I want to feel both of you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You came first thick ropes across her cheek and lips. Steven followed, his release painting the other side. She kept her eyes on you the whole time, licking her lips, wearing both loads like a prize.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/68.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “…That was fucking perfect.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Afterward, the room was quiet. All you could hear was your heartbeat and her soft breathing. You laid beside them, trying not to think too hard about what you just felt.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The next day, you met them at the park. Just like always. But this time, you didn’t kiss her. You didn’t meet $Steven’s eyes. You just stared at your shoes.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I think I need to walk away.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “…Because of last night?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I liked what we did. But I think it was too much too fast. I don’t think I’m ready for something like this.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “You don’t have to be. If you’re not ready, we get it.”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “We care about you. And we’ll be here if you ever need us.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hugged them both. She kissed your cheek. $Steven said nothing, just held you for a moment. And then let go. You walked home under a sky full of stars. [[Tomorrow, you start 10th grade.|Scene 38C]]</div><<elseif $ashleydom is 2 and $kellyb gte 1>><div style="text-align: center;">This summer, you’ve felt more alive than ever. Days at the pool. Late-night movie marathons. Inside jokes and laughter that felt like music. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The first time you and $Kelly make love is mid-July. It’s quiet. Careful. Real. She touches your face like you are something sacred. You hold her like the world might fall apart if you don’t. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/69.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">This moment is the peak. The dream. The proof that your friendship has bloomed into something permanent. $Ashley teased you both. Took pictures. Planned sleepovers. Said she didn’t mind being left out, she liked seeing people happy. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The summer dragged on. And something shifted. You couldn’t name it. $Ashley’s teasing turned a little sharper. $Kelly laughed a little less. But you kept going. Because this was real. You trusted them more than anyone. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The Night Before 10th Grade, you’re lying on $Kelly’s bed one last time. Her head on your chest. $Ashley’s on the floor, chewing on licorice and scrolling through her phone. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “Final night of summer,” she says. “Should we make it interesting?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You chuckle softly. “Like what? Truth or dare?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I was thinking more like a threesome.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs. “Whatever you want master.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You freeze. “I’m sorry. What?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She flinches. “I meant $Ashley. I’m sorry babe. It just slipped out.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She’s already smirking. “Guess the game’s up.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You sit up, pulse rising. “What game?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Kelly looks like she’s about to cry. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She shrugs. “She calls me that. Always has.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Why?”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> She tosses her phone aside. “Because she’s mine.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You blink. “That’s not funny.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I’m not joking,” she says. “She’s submissive. I give the orders. She follows them.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You look at Kelly. Really look. “Is that true?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She doesn’t answer. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “I told her to sleep with you. She was hesitant at first, but I said you’d love her even more if she did. You made her feel safe. That was useful.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Useful,” you repeat. The word tastes like acid.@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She grabs your hand. “$Joseph, please. I love you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Then why didn’t you tell me she was making you do these things?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I didn’t think I had to,” she whispers. “You were happy. I was happy. And $Ashley… $Ashley wanted this to work.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You stand, chest tight. “You let me fall in love with you. You knew I trusted you more than anyone.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Kelly starts crying. “I meant it. Everything I said to you…”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “But it wasn’t your voice,” you say quietly. “It was hers.”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Rolling her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stare at her. Then at $Kelly. Then down at your hands, the ones that held hers, the ones that thought they knew her. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “You were my best friend,” you say. “You were my everything.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She sobs. “I still am.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “No,” you whisper. “You gave that up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You grab your bag. You don’t slam the door. You just leave. That night, you lie awake, eyes on the ceiling. The silence hits harder than any sound ever could. Your phone buzzes once. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I’m sorry. I should have told you. I love you. I don’t want to lose you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stare at it. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “You already have,” you finally reply.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrow is the start of 10th grade. And for the first time in years, [[you’ll be walking into school alone.|Scene 38C]] </div><<elseif $daisy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">This summer is going to be unforgettable. You’ve been dating $Kelly for over a year. Yet somehow, whilst holding her heart in one hand, you're holding her mother’s waist with the other. All summer, $Daisy hass been teasing you. She’d brush past you in the hallway, bend over a little too far while cleaning, whisper things when $Kelly isn’t around. One humid afternoon, whilst $Kelly is at a sleepover. You went over to her house. $Daisy opened it in a white tank top, no bra, and shorts that barely covered anything. She smiles like she's been waiting for you.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> “What a pleasant surprise. $Kelly’s not here. But, why don’t we spend a little quality time together?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Sure. Sounds like an awesome idea.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She steps aside. You walk in. The moment the door shuts behind you, she grabs your shirt, pulls you into a kiss, and you lose any thought of hesitation. She leads you to the couch, her fingers pull your shorts down as she straddles you. Her body is warm, soft, and confident. Yours trembles with nerves and lust.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> "Tell me this is your first time. I want to hear you say it."@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> "It is."@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> "Mmm. Just what I wanted to hear."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She kisses you again, slower now, guiding you inside. You gasp. She moans.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/79.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> "You feel so good. Let me turn around so you can see my ass bounce on your cock."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You grip her waist and try to match her rhythm, your whole-body tingles. You thrust up into her, feeling her tighten around you.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/80.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> She leans in close, lips brushing your ear. "Cum in me. I want to feel it."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You groan, grabbing her hips as your body tenses. She slams down hard, moaning your name as you cum deep inside her, her own climax hitting moments after. Her body trembles on top of you, breath ragged, skin slick with sweat.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/81.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">And that’s when the door opened. You freeze, still inside her, as $Kelly steps into the living room. Her backpack slung over one shoulder, her smile already fading as her eyes lock on to the scene in front of her. Her mother. Her boyfriend. Tangled. Sweaty. Fucking.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> "...Oh my god."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She just stood there. Frozen. Betrayed. You scramble to cover yourself, but it is too late. Her face goes blank, like she’s shut something off inside herself, and then she turns and walks out.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “$Kelly… wait…”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">But she doesn’t. And $Daisy doesn’t stop her. She just sits there, staring at the door, her breath still shaky.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">$Daisy<hr> "...Fuck."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You throw your clothes on and chase after her, but she’s gone, already on her bike, disappearing around the corner before you can even shout her name.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t hear from her for days. Then one afternoon, a single text buzzes on your phone:</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “It’s over. Don’t come near me or my mom again.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You rode by her house a week later. It was empty. FOR SALE signs on the lawn. Curtains drawn. $Daisy doesn’t answer your calls. She doesn’t text back. She vanishes with $Kelly. The rest of the summer drags. You stay in, playing old games, watching old movies, but nothing feels the same. Every time you close your eyes, you see $Kelly’s face, that moment she walked in. The moment you ruined everything. The night before 10th grade, you sit on your bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over old photos. You don’t open the gallery.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “…I fucked up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You set the phone down and stare at the ceiling. Tomorrow is the first day of school. [[Things can only get better from here.|Scene 38C]]</div><<elseif $kelly gte 3>><div style="text-align: center;">The summer unfolds slowly, like a song on repeat that never gets old. You and $Kelly spend almost every day together riding bikes, swimming at her cousin’s pool, sneaking snacks from her kitchen, and falling asleep watching movies you’ve both seen a dozen times. She’s your best friend, your girlfriend, your everything. You kiss a lot. Sometimes just quick, sweet ones between shared sips of soda. Other times, it’s heavier. Needier. The kind of kisses that leave you breathless and make you forget where you are.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">It’s late one night, and her bedroom is dim, lit only by string lights above her bed. A quiet R&B song hums from her stereo as you lie tangled together, her legs wrapped around your waist, your lips locked in a slow, deep kiss. You kiss her neck, her collarbone, your hand slips under her tank top.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Wait...” she murmurs, breathless.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You freeze, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “You okay?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Yeah. I just... I want to wait. For sex, I mean. I want my first time to be... senior prom. With you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You can feel her heart pounding under your palm.</div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I’m okay with that. I'll wait however long you want. I promise.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She lets out a shaky breath, then smiles. “But... I do want to do other things. If you’re up for it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. And then you're kissing her again, slower this time, more deliberate. She slides her shorts off and lies back, watching you with wide eyes. You kiss your way down her stomach, and when your mouth finally finds her pussy, she gasps and grabs your hair. Her legs tremble. Her voice breaks. She tastes like strawberries. When she cums, it’s with a quiet cry, her whole body curling around you.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/82.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Later, she insists it’s her turn. She kisses down your chest, laughing when you twitch at her breath. Then she takes you in her mouth, eyes flicking up to meet yours.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/83.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She’s gentle. Curious. Warm. You warn her when you’re close. She lets you finish on her face and in her mouth, she wants to try your cum.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/84.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I could get used to this.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “So could I.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She curls up beside you, both of you sticky and smiling. The rest of the summer is a blur of touches and trust. You don’t go “all the way,” but you learn each other’s bodies. You explore slowly. Intimately. With laughter and awkward moments and whispered conversations in the dark.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/85.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You fall asleep in her arms more times than you can count. Sometimes in her room, sometimes on the couch, sometimes out in the hammock behind her house, fireflies glowing around you. By the last week of summer, you’re both quieter. The season’s end feels heavier this year, like something real is changing. You hold her longer. Kiss her slower. On the final night before school starts again, you lie on your back in her bed, fingers interlocked, staring at the ceiling.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Do you think school will be different? Now that we’re a little older?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Yeah. But I think we’ll still be us.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She rolls onto your chest, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Good. ‘Cause I like us.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">So do you. [[And nothing’s going to change that.|Scene 38A]]</div><<elseif $molly is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">Summer started like it always did, lazy mornings, warm nights, and long days spent at $Steven’s house. The connection between you, $Molly and $Gabby had grown deeper and more serious. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">It happened one night in early June. You and $Molly had been teasing each other all summer. But that night, something was different. She wasn’t teasing. She wasn’t shy. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She looked at you with steady eyes and said, “I want this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She led you to her room, closed the door, and turned off the light. The only illumination came from the hallway, soft and golden, casting her silhouette in the dark. You sat on the edge of her bed. She stood in front of you, bare feet brushing yours, her fingers gently tugging at the hem of your shirt. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Take it off,” she whispered.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You did. She undressed slowly, nervously. Her shirt lifted over her head. Her shorts slid down her legs. When she stood there in just her underwear, she paused, cheeks red, eyes flicking up to yours. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “You’re beautiful,” you said.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She smiled and stepped into your arms. You kissed her deeply, slowly, like you had all the time in the world. You lay back together, skin against skin, her legs wrapping around you. Her breaths were quick and uneven as your fingers slid down her stomach, pausing at the edge of her panties. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Are you sure?” you whispered.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She nodded. You slid them down and kissed her softly. She trembled as you kissed your way down her stomach, ending up between her legs. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/70.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">When you felt she was ready, you lined yourself up, pressing gently. She tensed. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Breathe,” you said.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She nodded again. Her hands clutched your shoulders as you pushed inside, slowly, carefully. She gasped, her body gripping you tight, every inch of you met with soft resistance and warmth. She bit her lip but didn’t stop you. You moved slowly, she moaned your name under her breath, small and breathless. When you were fully inside, you stayed still until she relaxed. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/71.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You can move.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You did. Gently. Each thrust was met with soft gasps, her body adjusting to you inch by inch. It didn’t last long, the first times rarely does, but in those minutes, the world felt small, like the two of you were the only people in it. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/72.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">When you are close to finishing, you pulled out and cover her face in cum. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/73.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You help clean her up and lie down next to her.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “That was my first time,” she murmured.@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I know. Mine too,” you said.@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> She pulled you close and whispered, “I love you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I love you too.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">A few days later, you stayed late, helping $Gabby clean up after dinner. You were about to leave when she stopped you in the hallway with a gentle hand to your chest. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “She told me,” Gabby said, voice low. “Said it felt better than anything she could have hoped for. Well, I hope you’re ready. Because now it’s momma’s turn.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. $Gabby smiles. Then, she leans in and kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then, finally, your lips. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “Come here,” she whispered, taking your hand and leading you into her room.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The door clicked shut behind you. The lights were low. The air was warm. She slipped her robe off her shoulder, letting it fall open as she stood in front of you, bare skin glowing in the dim light. You froze. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She smiled again. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be nervous.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She stepped closer, unbuttoned your shirt slowly, running her hands across your chest, down your stomach. She let her fingers pause at your waistband before easing your pants down, her touch calm and unhurried. She pushed you gently back onto the bed. Then without warning, she began sucking your dick. You nearly lost it right then. Her tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, her lips gliding with just enough pressure to make your legs tense. She moaned around you, soft and low, like she enjoyed the effect she was having on you. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/74.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Eventually, she straddled your lap. When she reached between you and guided you inside her, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped. She was warm, slick, and tight. She moaned softly and rocked her hips in smooth, deliberate circles. You gripped her thighs, struggling to hold back. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/75.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> Gabby leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You don’t have to be gentle,” she whispered. “Not with me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">At that, you put her on her side and start vigorously thrusting into her.. Her breathing hitched. Her movements quickened. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/76.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You couldn’t last much longer. When you were close, you warned her </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> She just leaned forward and whispered, “Cum on my pussy.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You pulled out and came on her pussy. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/77.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You collapse forward onto her chest. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “You did good,” she whispered, playful and warm.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You smiled, dazed, your body still buzzing. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “You’re gonna remember this for the rest of your life.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">After that, the summer became a pattern. Mornings with $Molly. Afternoons in the sun. Evenings in $Gabby’s bed. Then came July. $Steven had gone to the arcade. $Molly said she was at the movies with friends. You and $Gabby were alone, again. She was in the kitchen, teasing you. You kissed her neck. She moaned your name. And before long, you were inside her, whispering the things she liked to hear. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/78.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You didn’t hear the front door open. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “What the fuck?!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Gabby froze and you turned. $Molly was standing beside him. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “$Steven, wait! It’s okay! It’s not a big deal.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">His face twisted with confusion. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “What are you talking about? Of course it’s a big deal. He’s fucking our mom.” When he looks at his sister, he notices something. “Oh my God, are you fucking him too?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Well… I mean...”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He stared at you like you were a monster. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “You gotta be fucking kidding me. You’ve been fucking my mom and my sister? This whole time?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You opened your mouth. Nothing came out. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “You were my best friend. My brother. How could you?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He ran off to his room. $Molly and $Gabby hugged you. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">$Gabby<hr> “Well talk to him. But you better go before things get worse.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You quickly gathered your things and left. That night, your phone rang. It was $Steven. You answered. </div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “They’re done with you. Don’t text. Don’t call. Don’t come near my family again. If you do… you’ll regret it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You sat in your room for what felt like hours. Until the phone rang again. $Molly. You hesitated. Then picked up. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “Hey.” Her voice was soft. Wrecked. “I just wanted you to hear it from me too. It’s over.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You didn’t say anything. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/25.jpg" class="float-right">$Molly<hr> “We meant everything. Every word. Every time we said we loved you.” Pause. “But we talked and we decided we can’t do this anymore. You can’t be the reason our family falls apart.” Long silence. “Goodbye, Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You never hear from them again. The rest of the summer passed in silence. [[Hopefully, 10th grade will be better.|Scene 38C]] </div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Summer hadn’t even officially started when the video leaked. It was shot on someone’s phone. Ms. $Reynolds was naked and straddling someone on the floor. Her face, her body, all in full display. The guy’s identity? Hidden. Covered entirely by her moving form… except for one thing. A shirt. The one you got for your birthday and wore almost every other day.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/50.webm" width="350" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You suddenly get a call and answer the phone.</div> <<if $ashleylove is 2>>@@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice came through the phone, trembling and furious. “It’s you. I know it’s you. That’s the shirt I bought you. The one you wore to my house, like, everyday. I know it’s you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Ashley, I… please, let me explain…”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “No. You don’t get to explain. You’ve been pushing me away for months. Barely texting back. Cancelling on me. I thought… I thought maybe you were going through something.” Her voice cracked, but the anger snapped right back. “Now I know why.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She let out a bitter laugh, dry and hurt more than angry now.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “You didn’t have time for me because you were too busy screwing a teacher in her classroom. You are sick. Stay the hell away from me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The line went dead. You sat there, phone still pressed to your ear, the echo of her words reverberating through your skull. She was right. And somehow, that made it worse.</div><<elseIf $faith is 1>>@@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice came through the phone, trembling and furious. “It’s you. I know it’s you. That’s the shirt I bought you. The one you wore to my houses, like, everyday. I know it’s you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Ashley, I… please, let me explain…”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “No. You don’t need to explain. You’ve been pushing me away for months. Barely texting back. Cancelling on me. I’m just glad you moved on from my sister. As fucked up as it might be. But from now on, stay the hell away from me and my family.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The line went dead. You sat there, phone still pressed to your ear, the echo of her words reverberating through your skull. She was right. And somehow, that made it worse.</div><<elseif $ashleydom is 2 and $kellyb gte 1>>@@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice came through the phone, trembling and furious. “It’s you. We know it’s you. That’s the shirt we bought you. The one you wore to our houses, like, everyday. We know it’s you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Ashley, I… please, let me explain…”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “No. You don’t get to explain. You’ve been pushing us away for months. Barely texting back. Cancelling on us. We thought… we thought maybe you were going through something.” Her voice cracked, but the anger snapped right back. “Now we know why.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She let out a bitter laugh, dry and hurt more than angry now.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “You didn’t have time for us because you were too busy screwing a teacher in her classroom. You are sick. Stay the hell away from me. And stay away from my $Kelly.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The line went dead. You sat there, phone still pressed to your ear, the echo of her words reverberating through your skull. She was right. And somehow, that made it worse.</div><<elseif $ashleydom is 2 and $stevenb gte 1>>@@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> Her voice came through the phone, trembling and furious. “It’s you. We know it’s you. That’s the shirt we bought you. The one you wore to our houses, like, everyday. We know it’s you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Ashley, I… please, let me explain…”@@ @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “No. You don’t get to explain. You’ve been pushing us away for months. Barely texting back. Cancelling on us. We thought… we thought maybe you were going through something.” Her voice cracked, but the anger snapped right back. “Now we know why.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She let out a bitter laugh, dry and hurt more than angry now.</div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/22.jpg" class="float-right">$Ashley<hr> “You didn’t have time for us because you were too busy screwing a teacher in her classroom. You are sick. Stay the hell away from me. And stay away from my $Steven.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The line went dead. You sat there, phone still pressed to your ear, the echo of her words reverberating through your skull. She was right. And somehow, that made it worse.</div><<elseif $kelly gte 3>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice came through the phone, soft and trembling. “It’s you… isn’t it? That’s the shirt I gave you. The one you said made you feel cool. The one you wore like, every time we hung out. I… I know it’s you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Kelly, please… it’s not what you think, I…”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “No. Please don’t lie. You’ve been different for months. Distant. Barely replying. I thought maybe you were stressed or something. I tried to be understanding. But now… now I know why.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">There was a pause. A shaky breath. When she spoke again, her voice cracked under the weight of it.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “You didn’t have time for me because you were… with her. With her. In her classroom.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Another pause. This one longer. Then… quiet, firm.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I don’t hate you. I wish I could. But I don’t. Just... please don’t call me. Don’t come near me.”@@ The line went dead. You sat there, phone still pressed to your ear, the echo of her voice haunting your mind. Her sweetness made it worse. You didn’t deserve that softness anymore.</div><<elseif $daisy is 2>>@@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her voice came through the phone, soft and trembling. “It’s you… isn’t it? That’s the shirt I gave you. The one you said made you feel cool. The one you wore like, every time we hung out. I… I know it’s you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “$Kelly, please… it’s not what you think, I…”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “No. Please don’t lie. You’ve been different for months. Distant. Barely replying. I thought maybe you were stressed or something. I tried to be understanding. But now… now I know why.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">There was a pause. A shaky breath. When she spoke again, her voice cracked under the weight of it.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “You didn’t have time for me because you were… with her. With her. In her classroom.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Another pause. This one longer. Then… quiet, firm.</div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I don’t hate you. I wish I could. But I don’t. Just... please don’t call me. Don’t come near me. And don’t ever, ever talk to my family again.”@@ The line went dead. You sat there, phone still pressed to your ear, the echo of her voice haunting your mind. Her sweetness made it worse. You didn’t deserve that softness anymore.</div><<elseif $molly is 2>>@@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> His voice came through the phone, low and tense. “Bro. That video… that was you. Don’t even try to deny it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Steven—”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “It’s the shirt. The black one with the skull. The one with the white sleeves. My mom and Molly bought that for your birthday, remember? Molly was so excited to see you wear it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">There was silence on the line. Just static. And disappointment.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “They saw the video, man. My mom almost dropped the remote. Molly—dude, she cried. You were like her big brother or something. Now she won’t even say your name.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen—”@@ @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “I bet you didn’t. But now my mom doesn’t want you around. She told me straight up: ‘If Joseph shows up, you’re not answering the door. You’re not answering the phone.’”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">His voice cracked a little, like he didn’t want to be saying any of this. But he kept going.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “I thought it was kinda wild at first. Like, you were that guy. But now? I don’t know, man. You didn’t just mess up your own life. You nuked everything.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">A long pause. Then a final line, barely above a whisper.</div> @@.Steven; <img src="Images/Icons/23.jpg" class="float-right">$Steven<hr> “My mom and sister loved you, dude. I don’t even know what to say to them now.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Click. The call ended. And with it, the last thread of something that used to feel like family.</div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">No one could prove it was you. Not officially. No face. No name. But everyone knew. And by mid-July, the school quietly announced Ms. $Reynolds had “moved out of state for personal reasons.” No follow-up. No statement. Just… gone.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You didn’t leave your room. Days turned to weeks. Curtains stayed drawn. Phone on silent. You didn’t check messages, not that anyone messaged you anyway. No more group chats. No more late-night calls. Just silence and the crushing weight of it all.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> Your mom knocked on the door more than usual. “Sweetheart? You okay in there?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “…Yeah.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You haven’t been eating much. I’m worried about you. Please talk to me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You just stared at the ceiling as another day passed in silence. She left plates outside your door. Sometimes you ate them. Most of the time, they went cold.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">August came with heatwaves and back-to-school commercials. Your classmates were probably shopping for supplies, picking out outfits, texting about homerooms. But not you.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “School starts next tomorrow. Just... try to rest tonight, okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her voice was gentle, like she was afraid you might break if she spoke too loud. You didn’t answer. Just nodded at the floor. Tomorrow would bring 10th grade. [[And you weren’t ready.|Scene 38D]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You’ve been bored all week. No games, no school, no distractions, just you, your body, and a rising urge that your hand isn’t cutting it for anymore. You scroll through your contacts. When you see $Jessica’s name, you don’t even think twice. You hit call. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “About time,” she answers, already breathless like she knew it was coming. “What’s the emergency? Blue balls?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What an intuitive slut,” you say.@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She laughs. “Get over here.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She opens the door in a crop top and nothing else. You don’t say a word. You don’t have to. One look, and she’s yanking on your shorts and dragging you to the couch. It’s rough and fast. Exactly what you came for. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/51.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video><div style="text-align: center;"> She loves it. Moaning like she’s in a porn. And you treat her like nothing more than your own personal slut. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/52.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You finish inside her and let out a slow breath like you just finished a marathon. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/53.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You’re a filthy little slut,” you say warmly.@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> Her smile widens. “And you love it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You do. There’s something about her… the way she lets you use her, the way she wants to be used by you. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She props herself up on her elbows, eyes glinting. “You know, once school starts… I’m gonna make sure every girl knows exactly what you’re packing.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You raise an eyebrow. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “I’ll talk. I’ll plant ideas. I’ll get the rumors going,” she says. “You want to fuck every girl in school? You will. And I’ll be there… watching.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Why?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> Jessica grins wickedly. “Because it turns me on. Because watching them fall for you, knowing they’re all just holes you’ll forget in a week, gets me wet.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You lean back again, hands behind your head. “You’d really do that?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “I already am,” she says, crawling across the couch to straddle your lap. “You’re gonna fuck your way through that high school, and I’m gonna be your hype girl.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> [[You unhesitatingly agree.|Scene 38E]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Summer hits, and with it, a heavy weight you've been dodging finally catches up to you.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You type out a message to your significant other. “I messed up. I cheated. You don’t deserve that, and I don’t deserve you. I'm sorry."</div>@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hit send before you can think twice. You immediately block the number. No tears. No drama. Just silence. You toss your phone face-down on your bed and grab your controller instead. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You lose yourself in the usual routine, hours of gaming, snacking like a king, and staying up way too late. Days blend together in a soft, lazy blur. Your mom doesn’t pry. She just brings you food, sits beside you on the couch during movie marathons, and hums along to soundtracks.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You doing okay?” she asks one night, passing you a bowl of popcorn.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah. Just needed some space, I guess.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She nods and doesn’t ask anything else. That’s why you love her. She lets you be, even when your kind of a mess.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The rest of the summer passes like that. Games. Movies. Laughs with your mom. The night before school starts, you lie in bed staring at the ceiling. No regrets. Just the quiet comfort of knowing that [[tomorrow begins a new chapter.|Scene 38F]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You walk through the doors like everyone else, but something has changed. People don’t stop and point. They don’t scream or shove. It’s worse than that. They just… don’t look at you. You’re invisible. Except you’re not. Whispers float through every hallway you pass. Muted laughs trail behind you. When you sit down in homeroom, the kid next to you quietly gathers their things and moves to the back. No one says your name. But everyone knows it. The video made its rounds during summer. You weren’t in it, or at least your face wasn’t. But your shirt was. Your build. Your presence. It was enough for them. They made up their minds months ago. At least your teachers still beam when you walk in.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/39.jpg" class="float-right">Mr. Hernandez<hr> “There he is. My top scholar. Ready to tackle some calculus?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">They still grade your papers with stars. They still leave comments like “Exceptional insight!” and “College-level writing.” They call you gifted. Mature. Focused. They tell other students to learn from you. None of them mention the rumors. None of them treat you any differently. Maybe they haven’t seen it. Maybe they’ve chosen not to.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Lunch becomes a routine of quiet corners and vending machine hums. You sit alone. You stopped trying to sit at real tables after the first week, when everyone conveniently "saved" seats until you got the hint. Now you sit facing a wall. You eat quickly. You leave faster. It’s easier that way. No tray clatter. No stares. Just the quiet whir of a soda machine and the reminder that even silence can hum like judgment.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You keep hoping they’ll forget. But they don’t. Even months later, [[someone still brings it up in passing.|Scene 39D]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">At least at home you’re still safe.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “How was school today, honey?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$You<hr> “Same as always.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She believes you. She smiles and kisses your head and makes you your favorite dinner. She’s proud. You’re her star. Her perfect boy. She doesn’t know. And you’ll never let her. Because if she saw what they saw… [[she’d never look at you the same again.|Scene 40D]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Finals come and go. You destroy them. Perfect scores with handwritten praise from every teacher. When the last bell rings, the hallways are filled with laughter. Friends hug, high-five, make plans. On the other hand, you pack your bag slowly and walk out without saying a word. No one notices you leave. Except your English teacher.</div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/40.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Lin<hr> “You’re going places, $Jack. Keep up the exceptional work.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right">$You<hr> “Thank you, Ms. Lin. I will.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As you leave her class, [[you hope next year is better.|Scene 41D]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The next two years pass rapidly. Junior year is quiet. Senior year is quieter. While the other students are partying and hooking up, you continue to focus on your academics. Your GPA is Untouched. Your reputation is flawless, at least on paper. You stopped trying to fit in. Now all that matters is results.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Senior year ends the way you always hoped it would, with your name at the top of every list. You win every academic award they can offer. Valedictorian. National Merit. Your counselor writes letters with phrases like, “model of perseverance” and “dedicated and studious.” One day, your college acceptance letter comes. You get into Yale, with a full ride.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom holds the letter in both hands like it might dissolve. Her eyes fill before she finishes the first paragraph.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Oh my God... $Joseph.” Her voice breaks. “You did it. Baby, you did it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She pulls you in, the kind of hug that makes you forget how heavy the last few years have been. She holds on like she’s afraid to let go.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I am so proud of you. I knew you could do it. I knew it. Yale’s lucky to have you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t say much. You just nod & smile. Her admiration means more to you than she’ll ever know.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Graduation day comes with a sea of blue robes, flashing cameras, and congratulations you barely register. Because your mind is already months ahead. You don’t know what Yale will look like. You don’t know who you’ll be when you get there. But for once, [[the future isn’t a weight on your shoulders.|The End]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You stare at the screen for a few seconds before hitting send. </div> <<if $faith is 1>>@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hey. I just wanted to let you know this’ll be the last time a text you. I haven’t heard from you in over a year and I wanted to let you know I’m moving on. I won’t be bothering you anymore.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You mute the thread and toss your phone onto your bed. </div><<else>>@@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hey… I’ve been thinking a lot. It’s been great, but I don’t want a relationship right now. I’m figuring myself out, and I know this isn’t fair to you. I’m sorry.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t wait for a reply. You mute the thread and toss your phone onto your bed. She deserves better. But right now, you don’t care enough to be that person. </div><</if>> <div style="text-align: center;">You spend the next two months doing exactly what you want. Skating hard and lifting heavy. $Jessica keeps her word. You see the stares. The whispers. The looks in the hallways when you pick up your schedule early. Your legend is spreading. Tomorrow’s the first day of school. [[And you’re gonna fuck everyone you see.|Scene 39E]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">She’s sitting alone near the gym, hoodie tugged tight around her chest, earbuds in, pretending to vanish. You watch her from across the gym. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She nudges your side, already knowing. “Her?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “She’s beautiful.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She arches a brow. “She doesn’t know that.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> Your voice is low. “She will.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her name is Helga. Soft-spoken. Heavyset. Always apologizing with her body from the way she walks, shrinks, folds into chairs like she’s afraid of taking up space. You sit next to her at lunch the next day, complimenting her band shirt. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/41.jpg" class="float-right">Helga <hr> “You actually know this group?” she says, surprised.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod. “You’ve got good taste.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The conversation is slow and awkward at first. She doesn’t meet your eyes. But you keep showing up; lunch, after school, in passing. You give her small compliments and quiet attention. Your tone is never forced, never fake. By the end of the week, she’s smiling when she sees you. By the next, [[she invites you over.|Scene 40E]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Her room smells like body spray and fear. Candles flicker low. She’s washed her sheets twice. You know because she nervously said so. She keeps her hoodie on, even after you start kissing her. You take it off slowly. You treat every inch of her skin like it’s sacred. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/41.jpg" class="float-right">Helga <hr> “You don’t have to…” she begins.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You stop her. You Place your hands gently on her hips. “Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re absolutely gorgeous and you have an incredible body.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She doesn’t believe it. Not fully. But you keep going. Kissing her neck, her shoulders, her stomach. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> She gasps when you kiss her stretch marks and say, “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">When you enter her, it’s slow. Controlled. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/54.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video><div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;">She moans when you whisper her name. She clings when he tells her she’s beautiful. And when she finishes, you pull out and cum all over her. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/55.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video><div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;">She holds you like you just cracked something open inside of her. [[You fall asleep next to her.|Scene 41E]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You come back the next weekend.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/56.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">And the one after that.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/57.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Jessica asks for details. She wants to know everything.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Her thighs are soft. Her breath catches when you run your hand down her side. She likes it slow, unless you grip her hips just right. Then she wants it deep and hard.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> Jessica shivers at the way you say it. “She’s gonna walk taller from now on,” she says. “You made her feel sexy.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You smirk. “She is and always was sexy. She just needed someone to show her that.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Jessica brings you names like gifts. Mia, a freshman with thick glasses and a stutter. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/58.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Emily, a junior who’s all attitude and eyeliner but melts when her hair’s pulled. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/59.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Zoe, a quiet sophomore who writes poems about wanting to be seen. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/60.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You sleep with thirty-two freshmen, fifty-one sophomores, twelve juniors and Eighty-four seniors. You give them all the same thing, attention without illusions. Intimacy without lies. You don’t pretend you’re theirs. But when you’re with them, they feel like they are. Every one of them is changed. Their clothes get bolder. Their posture straightens. [[They smile more.|Scene 42E]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">On the last day of school, you and $Jessica sit on the hood of her car, her chin resting on your chest. </div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “Let’s see. You led your team to another championship and were named MVP, all whist having sex with 180 different women. How does it feel?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You look at her. “Amazing.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She laughs. “Think you can do it again next year?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Without a doubt.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/33.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She closes her eyes and whispers, “I can’t wait.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> [[And neither can you.|Scene 43E]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Your next two years of high school unfold like a rhythm. One-part women, one-part hockey, both perfectly balanced. On the ice, you’re disciplined, sharp, and methodical. You break your own records each season. You build your stats like you build your reputation, with purpose. Scouts notice. Coaches respect you. By senior year, you’re not just the best player on the ice, you’re the standard. Yale comes calling, and you answer. A full ride. Everything you worked for. Your mom cries when you tell her. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She hugs you like she’s afraid to let go. “I always knew,” she says, eyes misty. “You were meant for greatness.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">And for once, you don’t play it cool. You hug her back, hard. Because she saw something in you before anyone else did. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Off the ice, the legend of your name grows in whispers and stares. Girls wait hoping to be your next conquest. You find the ones hiding in the corners of the room, the ones who don’t realize how beautiful they are until you touch them. Each connection is intimate, memorable, and leaves them walking a little taller. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">This chapter of your life is finished. And in a few months, [[a new one begins.|The End]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">10th grade is background noise. You sleepwalk through it, half-listening, half-caring, all apathy.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Every Tuesday after anime club, it’s you and $Katherine. A shared soda. A locked door. Kisses that get bolder, touches that get deeper. And more.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/61.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> “Can we... do more? Like, all of it?” she asks one evening, her voice just above a whisper.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You hesitate. “You sure?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She nods. “I want my first time to be with you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">And so it happens. Her first time and yours.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/62.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> After, you lay beside her, staring at the ceiling. “So... this change anything?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> “Only if you want it to.” Her voice is careful, like she already knows the answer.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You shake your head. “I like you, $Katherine. I really do. But I’m not... ready for a relationship.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She looks away, lips pressed tight. Then nods once, like she’s decided to take whatever you’ll give.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> “Then we keep things the way they are. Just... don’t ghost me, okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Of course I won’t.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You continue to skate through your classes and hooking up with $Katherine. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/63.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">[[The school year ends just as quickly as it began.|Scene 39F]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Junior year comes and goes like a blur. You don’t change much. Why would you? Skating by still works. You’ve mastered the art of doing just enough. Teachers stop trying to “fix” you. Counselors stop scheduling meetings. You’re the ghost in the back row who somehow always passes.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You continue hooking up with $Katherine.</div> <video src="Videos/Sex/64.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Senior year starts the same way. But something’s off. $Katherine doesn’t stay after club and seems to be pulling away.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “What’s going on?”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She doesn’t meet your eyes. “I started seeing someone.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The silence that follows is heavy.</div> @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> “He asked me out. And I said yes. Because I want to know what it’s like to matter to someone. To matter in a way, I’ll get from you.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You nod. “I hope he treats you right.”@@ @@.Molly; <img src="Images/Icons/34.jpg" class="float-right">$Katherine<hr> She smiles. A little sad. “Me too.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You think that senior year will just be more drifting, more nothing. But then something weird happens. You take the SAT on a whim. No prep. No tutoring. Just a quiet Saturday with a No. 2 pencil and a vending machine breakfast. A few weeks later, the scores come in.</div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “2400? Wait, seriously? Is this a glitch?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your guidance counselor calls you in with wide eyes. Your principal pats your back like he’s known you all along. College letters flood in. But one stands out. A full ride to Yale.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">When you tell your mom, she drops the dish she’s holding. It shatters. She doesn’t care. She hugs you so tight you can barely breathe.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “My baby. My brilliant baby. You’re going to Yale.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I guess I got lucky.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “No. You got seen.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t cry. But something cracks open in your chest that night. Like maybe, just maybe, you could be more than the guy who drifts.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">You spend your last summer at home playing games, watching movies, and helping your mom pack for the move she’s been dreaming of. Closer to you. Always.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Fall is waiting. Yale is waiting. The world is waiting. And for the first time in your life... [[you’re walking toward it.|The End]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You come back to school quieter than you left it. The summer was long and weird and empty. Now you’re walking through the front gates of school, same building, same faces, just not the same you. You drift through the halls, nod at familiar people, avoid conversation. Teachers welcome you back. Friends ask how your summer was. You lie and say "fine." </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Days blend. Some are hot. Others rain. You keep to yourself. The world keeps moving. Your mom’s still her usual self, always working, always juggling too many things, always managing to somehow still make time for you. She drives you to school when she can, leaves packed lunches with handwritten notes even when she’s running late. You don’t always read the notes. But you never throw them away. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The night before your birthday, your mom is packing. Her cousin passed; someone you barely remember. She has to fly up to D.C. for the funeral. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I’ll be back tomorrow night. I promise.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “You really don’t have to rush back for me. It’s just another day.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You only turn sixteen once, kiddo. Besides…” she pulls you in and hugs you tight “…I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hug her back harder than you mean to. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You wake up to a silent house. No smell of breakfast, no keys jingling by the door. Just a sticky note on the fridge: Happy Birthday! Can’t wait to celebrate with you tonight. I love you. Don’t eat the cake. ♥ Mom. You stare at it for a while before slipping it into your pocket. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">At school a few classmates remember it’s your birthday. You say thanks. But mostly, you count the hours. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t turn on the lights when you get home that evening. You warm up some leftover pizza. Sit in the dark. The TV glows silently across the room. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You take the cake out of the fridge. Orange frosting. Her handwriting on the corner of the box: I’ll make you a real one when I get back. You don’t light any candles. You don’t open the box. You just sit at the table, waiting for your mom. You pass out. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The knock is loud and sharp. You think maybe it’s her. Maybe she forgot her keys. Maybe she… But when you open the door, it’s two cops. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/48.jpg" class="float-right">Officer<hr> “$Joseph $Martinez?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. Eyes tired. Pulse suddenly pounding.</div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/48.jpg" class="float-right">Officer<hr> “I’m sorry. Your mother was involved in a car crash last night outside Washington, D.C.” He swallows. “She didn’t survive.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stop breathing. They tell you what happened. Wrong side of the road. Driver speeding. No skid marks. He walked away with barely a scratch. Your mom died on impact. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Later that morning, you sit alone at the kitchen table. The cake box still unopened. The note still in your pocket. You unfold it again. Read the words one more time. [[I love you.|Scene 39C]] </div><<audio "Song11" volume 0.5 play>>

<<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The first day of 10th grade starts before the sun comes up. Your alarm buzzes at 5:45 a.m., and you don’t snooze it. You just sit up, bleary-eyed, and start going over your class schedule again, even though you already memorized it. Your mom leans on the doorframe, sipping coffee and watching you organize your folders by subject color. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Baby, it’s not a war. You don’t need to win the first day.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “If I don’t, someone else will.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She doesn’t argue. Just slides your lunch into your backpack and kisses your head on the way out. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The weeks move fast. You don’t. You work like the world depends on it. AP Bio, Honors Lit, Trig, nothing you can coast through. Your locker is a mess of flashcards and empty granola bar wrappers. Your backpack’s zipper starts to split from the weight. You sit in the back of the library during lunch and build a mountain of index cards. You memorize terms until they stop sounding like English. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">When you get home, the lights are already on. Your mom’s in her work clothes, bent over her own stack of papers. Quiet. Focused. She brings you tea you didn’t ask for. You forget to drink it. She reheats it without saying anything. This is the rhythm. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Mid-October, you bring home a B+ in geometry. It’s not even a bad grade, but it hits you in the chest like a body blow. You lay it face down on the kitchen table, arms crossed, bracing. She picks it up. Reads it. Sets it back down like it’s no big deal. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “So?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “It’s not good enough.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “It’s one grade.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “It’s a crack. Cracks spread.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She leans on the counter. Doesn’t smile this time. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You know what doesn’t crack? People who give themselves grace.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You look away. She steps forward and smooths your hair, gently, like when you were little. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You are not a number on a page.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. You don’t believe her. But you nod. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Winter is worse. The dark comes early, and the pressure feels heavier. You snap at her once, over something stupid, like asking if you’ve eaten. Her face falls like glass, and she doesn’t say anything. That night, you find her asleep at the kitchen table, still in her shoes, pen in hand, grading papers she didn’t finish. You cover her with a blanket. Turn off the light. And say sorry without saying anything. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In March, you get invited to join a science fair research group led by seniors. You’re two years younger than the rest. They make you prove yourself. You work twice as hard, stay twice as late, and on presentation day, you do most of the talking. You win second place. At dinner that night, she’s already made your favorite, bistec a la pobre. There’s a mini cake on the table with crooked frosting that reads: Congratulations. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Second place ain’t bad, baby.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I should’ve won.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Yeah. You should’ve.” She raises her glass of orange juice. “To winning next time.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By May, you’re tired in a way you’ve never been before. Your eyes sting when you blink too long. Your hands hurt from writing. You start forgetting small things, where you left your keys, what day it is. You snap at your lab partner. You nearly fall asleep during a test. Your mom finds you lying on your bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling. She doesn’t scold you. She just lowers herself down beside you, lying on her back, both of you staring into the same nothing. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re allowed to rest.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “If I stop, I’m afraid I won’t get started again.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Then I’ll help you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t speak. But when she stands up and offers her hand, you take it. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Finals week, you ace everything. You don’t celebrate. You just come home and collapse on the couch. She walks in with your report card. GPA: 4.3. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I don’t have words.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Same.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She sets it down. Pulls you into a hug. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Just don’t forget to breathe next year, okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I’ll try.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She holds on to you a moment longer than usual, [[just in case you don’t.|Scene 39B]] </div><<elseif $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You sleep through your alarm on the first day. Not by accident, on purpose. You built a whole philosophy around not caring, and you’re committed. You shuffle into the kitchen around 7:50, half-dressed, hair a mess, and grab a piece of toast off your mom’s plate like a raccoon. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You know the bus came twenty minutes ago, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I figured I’d make an entrance.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She stares at you over her coffee cup, equal parts amused and exhausted. “Keep it up, and that entrance will be to summer school.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Sounds like a place with great AC.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You grin. She doesn’t. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You skate through the first few months. Homework? Mostly done during homeroom. Group projects? You pick the quiet kid who does all the work and reward them with snacks and perfectly timed jokes. You’re passing, somehow. Mostly C’s. A D in Algebra. A surprise B+ in English because you actually liked 1984 and had thoughts about it. You never admit that part out loud. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You spend most of your time watching movies. Like, seriously watching them, with commentary tracks, behind-the-scenes features, deleted scenes. You get weirdly good at predicting plot twists. You start muttering stuff like “bad setup” or “that line’s a plant” during family movie nights until your mom throws popcorn at your head. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re a walking IMDb page with no off button.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Thank you.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “That was not a compliment.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">When you mention you might write a movie one day, she doesn’t laugh. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Well, I’d watch it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mid-semester, you forget to turn in a science lab for the third time. You come home to find your mom in the kitchen, grading papers. The vibe shifts the second you walk in, not angry, just... disappointed. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Do you even care anymore?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I care. I just... don’t care about that.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She stares at you like she’s trying to read a language she never learned. “Then what do you care about, $Joseph?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t answer. Because the truth is, you’re not sure. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">It all simmers until one night in March. You’re up at 2 a.m. watching The Girl Next Door for the third time in a week. You’ve got a bowl of cereal in your lap and headphones on. Something hits different this time. You pause the movie halfway through and just... stare at the screen. Then you open up your notebook. You write a scene, just one, about a guy waiting for a bus, narrating everything in his head because he’s too scared to speak out loud. It’s weird. It’s not great. But it’s yours. You print it out and leave it on the table the next morning. That night, your mom finds you curled up on the couch. She doesn’t say anything either. Just hands you the page with a few notes scribbled in the margin. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Funny.” “Sharp.” “Try a different ending?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">At the bottom, a big star and the words: I liked this. A lot. You stare at it for a long time. You keep the page in your backpack for the rest of the year. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Finals come and go. You don’t ace them, but you pass. Your mom takes one look at the report card, two C’s, two B’s, one solid D, and sighs. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Could’ve been worse.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Could’ve been better.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She raises an eyebrow. “Are you saying that, or am I?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I’m saying it.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She nods. “Good. That’s something.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">On the last day of school, you come home with a bootleg DVD from a friend and a cheap notebook from the school supply closet. She watches as you flip it open and start sketching a scene idea on the first page. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “What’s that?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Maybe my first movie.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Need a producer?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You grin. “Only if you bring snacks to set.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She laughs and sits beside you. [[The two of you spit ball ideas back and forth.|Scene 39B]] </div><<elseif $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You wake up before your alarm. Not from nerves, from habit. It’s still dark when you lace your skates in the locker room, already in your team jacket with the stitched C on the chest. Captain. As a sophomore. You don’t let it show, but it means everything. The rink hums with the buzz of fluorescents and the slap of sticks on ice. You’re the one leading warmups now. Calling drills. Setting the tone. Some of the seniors grumble. Quietly. You hear it. You ignore it. You let your skating do the talking, sharper turns, cleaner shots, quicker breakaways. By the time Coach whistles the first line over, no one’s doubting anymore. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">At school, you walk the halls like a shadow. You’re not invisible, but you’re not looking to be seen either. Teachers leave you alone. You sleep through study hall. You pass quizzes just well enough to avoid calls home. All you care about is the ice. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">One night, your mom catches you icing your knee at the kitchen table, homework untouched in your backpack. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Captain and still no idea how to rest. That’s impressive.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Can’t slow down. They’re watching.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re sixteen, not a gladiator.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You give her a look. She sighs. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Fine. Just don’t limp into adulthood.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She tapes your knee herself. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In November, the team goes on a four-game win streak. You log the most ice time. Break two sticks. Bleed once. After the fourth win, the whole team hoists you up in the locker room like you just brought home a championship. Coach gives a speech. Teammates chant your name. You don’t hear most of it. You’re already thinking about the next game. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">At home, your mom finds your practice jersey in the laundry, bloodstained and stiff. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “This came out of you?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “It looks worse than it was.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “If you die on the ice, I’m suing the league.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You laugh. She doesn’t. But that night, she brings you extra protein with dinner and rubs your sore shoulder with tiger balm while you rewatch game tape. She never asks you to slow down. But she never stops reminding you there’s more to you than this, either. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">When the season ends, you’ve racked up twenty-seven goals, nineteen assists, and one minor concussion you didn’t tell her about. Your teammates call you a machine. College scouts call you “interesting.” Coach calls you the future. She calls you “my baby” when you walk across the stage at the team banquet. In front of everyone. You’re holding your MVP plaque and trying not to grin like an idiot. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Don’t forget who tied your skates the first time.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Wouldn’t dream of it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">[[She wipes her eyes as you pose for a picture with the team.|Scene 39B]] </div><</if>><<audio "Song9" volume 0.5 play>>

<div style="text-align: center;">School hits hard. You barely have time to breathe. $Kelly doesn’t try to fix it. She just shows up. She sits beside you during lunch with a juice box and a sandwich she packed in her bag just for you. Slides her hand into yours when you look like you might snap. Texts you stupid memes while you cram vocab flashcards until your brain hurts. Some nights, she comes over to “study,” and you get through maybe ten minutes of homework before she climbs onto your lap, kisses you deep. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> "You’ve been good. Want your reward?"@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You always do. You lie her back on your bed and slide her shorts down slowly. You kiss the inside of her thighs. The soft spot just beside her knee. You tease her until she’s panting, and then you give her everything. You love the way her hips rise to meet your mouth, the way she covers her mouth to stifle her cries. You make her come with your tongue and fingers until she’s weak and trembling, whispering your name like it’s the only thing she remembers. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/91.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">And afterward, she pulls you up and kisses you like you’re made of light. Then she drops to her knees and makes you forget how to speak. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/92.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She loves seeing you fall apart. And you love knowing she’s the only one who can. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom notices how much calmer you are now. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t snoop. She just smiles and leaves a second plate on the table when $Kelly comes over. Leaves folded laundry on your bed with an extra pair of $Kelly’s socks. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “She’s good for you. I hope you know that.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I know.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">As winter sets in, your time together changes. Less playful. More meaningful. You don’t just kiss like kids anymore. You kiss like you’re trying to remember each other forever. She pulls you onto her couch while her mom’s out, legs around your waist, breathless and eager. You tease her under her jeans, fingers pressing slow circles into her through her underwear until she’s grinding against your hand. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/93.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Then you sink to the floor and make her cry into the throw pillows while you hold her thighs open and let her ride your mouth until she’s spent. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/94.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She returns the favor in your bedroom, one hand on your chest, the other working you while her lips move slow and confident. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/95.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You finish in her mouth ten minutes later, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded with love. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/96.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Spring brings finals. Late nights. Near breakdowns. You call each other just to cry and hang up. But then, she shows up at your house with Gatorade and peanut M&Ms. Sits in your lap. Runs her hands through your hair. And reminds you how to breathe. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You ace your finals. Barely. Kelly jumps on your back after school and kisses your neck in front of half the student body. That night, you lie in your bed, her head on your chest, her fingers tracing circles on your stomach. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “This year flew.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I don’t care how fast they fly by. So long as I get to spend them with you.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She laughs and kisses you again. The she whispers, “You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to grow up with.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You smile in the dark. Because you feel the same. Because maybe this is what forever starts like, quietly, slowly, in a bedroom that still smells like a teenage boy and clean laundry. Because this is her. [[And you’ve never once had to wonder if she’s yours.|Scene 39A]] </div>

<<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You start the year with a planner, three new pens, and an outline of your Yale application strategy already scribbled on the inside of your notebook cover. You’ve built the year in advance, classes, deadlines, goals. There’s no room for surprises. Not anymore. Your mom notices the new color-coded calendar on your bedroom wall and just raises an eyebrow.</div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Did you schedule bathroom breaks in there, too?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “...Not officially.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Jesus, kid.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She shakes her head, but you see the smile hiding behind her coffee cup. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By the third week of school, your nights are a marathon of pages and highlighters. You stop listening to music while studying. Even lo-fi distracts you now. You leave dishes in the sink. You forget to eat sometimes. Your mom starts leaving sticky notes on your computer. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Eat something.” “You’re not a robot.” “Please don’t die.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You keep them all in a little pile under your keyboard. You pretend they annoy you. You never throw them away. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">October brings the SAT. You ace it, or close enough. Your counselor uses the words “National Merit potential,” and your mom tells everyone at work before you even get home. When she greets you at the door, she’s already got a cake box in her hands. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I told them you were a genius. Nobody believed me. Now we’ve got proof.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “It’s just a test.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “It’s a win. You don’t get to skip celebrating just because you’re aiming for the moon.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She makes you blow out a candle that says “YOU ROCK.” You eat the cake on the couch in sweatpants. She takes a picture. You grumble. You save it anyway. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In November, the cracks start to show. You miss two homework assignments for the first time… ever. You don’t notice. Not until your AP Lit teacher pulls you aside, gently. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/40.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Lin<hr> “Are you okay?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. You lie. At home, you sit in the dark and stare at your computer. The screen’s still on the college board website. You haven’t eaten. You haven’t moved. Your mom finds you that way. She says nothing. She turns off the lamp. Sits beside you on the floor. You break down. Not loud. Not dramatic. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You lean over until your forehead touches her shoulder and whisper, “I’m so tired.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She wraps her arm around you, resting her cheek against your hair. “Then stop. Just for tonight.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You can’t. But you want to. That feels like a start. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In January, your counselor has you start your personal essay. You sit at your desk for hours with nothing but a blank screen. Everything you write feels fake. Calculated. You delete paragraph after paragraph. Your mom walks in with grilled cheese. You don’t look up. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Want help?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I don’t want it to sound like I’m bragging.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Then don’t. Just tell them who you are when no one’s looking.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She points to your wall, where one of her sticky notes still clings to the corner. “You are not a number on a page.” She leaves. You write the first line ten minutes later. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The science fair is in March. You take first place. You should be happy. You’re not sure what you feel. It’s not joy. Not pride. Just… relief. Like you kept the plates spinning long enough for no one to notice they were wobbling. You carry the medal home in your backpack and forget it’s there. Your mom finds it the next morning while packing your lunch. She holds it up, confused. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You didn’t even tell me?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “It didn’t feel like a big deal.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “If someone gave me a medal, I’d sleep in it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She sets it on the counter and gives you that look, the one that says you matter even when you forget it. You say nothing. You finish your cereal. But that night, you move the medal to your nightstand. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By May, you’re running on fumes. Exams. Letters of recommendation. Shadowing a doctor at the local clinic. Writing drafts of your résumé at 2 a.m. Your mom finds you asleep on your desk more often than not. She never wakes you. She just throws a blanket over your shoulders, turns off the lamp, and kisses your forehead on her way out. You don’t wake up. But somehow, you always know she was there. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The last day of school comes. You come home with your final report card: 4.4 GPA, straight A’s, top 2% of your class. You don’t say anything. You just slide it across the table while she grades her students’ finals. She picks it up. Reads it in silence. Then gets up. And wraps her arms around you from behind. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I don’t care if they see you. I see you. Every damn day.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You close your eyes. You don’t say anything. [[But for the first time all year, you let yourself breathe.|Scene 40B]] </div><<elseif $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The year starts like the last one ended, late. You show up to first period halfway through the roll call, hoodie up, breakfast bar in your hand, smirking like you meant to be fashionably delayed. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/40.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Lin<hr> “Good of you to join us, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I aim to keep things casual.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">There’s a ripple of laughter. The teacher doesn’t laugh. She just marks you absent anyway. At home, your mom’s waiting. She’s already read the automated absence email from the school. She says nothing when you come in, just sets a plate on the counter. Pizza rolls. You sit. Eat. Wait for the lecture. It doesn’t come. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You doing okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Yep.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re not.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She doesn’t push. She never pushes. But it still hits harder than yelling. You go to bed with a tight chest and nothing to say. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By October, the grades are trickling in. You’re passing. Barely. You do just enough. Just enough to stay invisible. Until English class. You’re supposed to write a two-page reflection on Fahrenheit 451, and at the last minute, literally midnight, you write five. You don’t even think about it. It just pours out: fire, censorship, distraction, numbness. You compare the book to the internet, to the news, to your own head. You turn it in half-asleep. Two days later, your teacher pulls you aside. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/40.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Lin<hr> “Why aren’t you doing this all the time?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I didn’t know I could.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You show the paper to your mom that night. She reads it twice. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “…You wrote this?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Don’t act so surprised.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She smacks your arm. Lightly. “I’m not surprised. I’m mad.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Mad?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Because you’ve been wasting all this brilliance being a little couch troll.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You grin. She doesn’t. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I’m serious. You have something.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t answer. Not with words. But later that night, you open a new document and start a scene, a lonely guy arguing with his own subconscious in the mirror. You finish it before sunrise. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">November hits, and so does the SAT. You walk in with a dull pencil and zero prep. You walk out 90 minutes later like you just woke up from a nap. When the results come back, they don’t make sense. Your percentile is high. Really high. Your mom stares at the paper in shock. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “This isn’t a joke?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I told you I absorb knowledge through my skin.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “…You might actually get into college.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t say anything. But that night, you go online and look up Yale’s film program. You don’t apply. Not yet. You just look. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In January, your counselor asks what you plan to do after graduation. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/42.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Coleman<hr> “Trade school? Community college? You haven’t really shown interest in anything else.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “…What if I aimed higher?”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/42.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Coleman<hr> “Higher how?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Like Yale.”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/42.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Coleman<hr> She looks at you for a beat too long. “…That’s a tough reach.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. But something stirs. Something stubborn. You go home and write about it, a short piece called “The Reach”. It’s about a kid trying to jump into space with a stepladder. You show it to your mom. She reads it in silence. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re sending this somewhere.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I was just messing around.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I’m not.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">By May, something’s changed. You’re still lazy. You still cut corners. But now you’re lazy with purpose. You know how long things take. You know what corners you can round. You start writing between classes. On the bus. At night when you say you’re gaming. You finish a short screenplay and show it to your English teacher. She submits it, without asking, to a statewide youth contest. You win. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Finals week hits, and for the first time, you actually study. Your mom walks past your room, sees the notes spread across your bed, and gasps like she’s seen a ghost. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Who are you and what have you done with my son?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Don’t get used to it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">But you crack a smile. And she knows. <div style="text-align: center;">Last day of school. You come home with your grades: 3 B’s, 1 C, 1 A in English. You toss the paper on the kitchen table. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Guess who’s technically not a disaster?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She picks it up. Reads it. Then launches herself at you in a hug. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re better than not-a-disaster. You’re mine.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You hug her back. [[For real this time.|Scene 40B]] </div><<elseif $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">The season doesn’t start with tryouts. What starts the season is the look Coach gives you on day one of preseason training not a challenge, not a warning. Just: Don’t break. And you don’t plan to. Every morning begins the same: your skates slice the ice before the sun rises, your name shouted across a rink echoing with the sounds of drills and panting breath. You push yourself hard enough to puke. Then keep going. You’re not just the best player on the team, you’re the one they watch. The one they quote. The one they blame when the puck doesn’t go in. You feel it in your legs. In your back. In your chest. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">School’s secondary. Not unimportant, but behind everything else. You keep your GPA steady, just good enough to stay eligible, just sharp enough to catch the attention of scouts with clipboards and cold eyes. You eat lunch in the locker room half the time, taping your stick and reviewing game footage. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom starts showing up with protein shakes and ibuprofen without being asked. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Got the good ones. For athletes. Or gladiators.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Same difference.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You know I’m proud of you, right? Like, beyond the stats?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. You hear her. But your mind’s already back on the ice. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Midseason, you hit a slump. Two losses in a row. A missed breakaway. A blown lead in the third period that lands on your shoulders like a backpack full of bricks. The locker room is silent after the game. You sit with your helmet on, staring at the floor, sweat cooling into your skin. Coach doesn’t yell. He just looks at you. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/30.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Bombay<hr> “Fix it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod once. And you do. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The next game, you take a hit so hard your shoulder pops and your vision fuzzes out. You don’t leave the ice. You score. You don’t tell your mom about the shoulder. But she knows. That night she finds you soaking in the tub, arm stiff, and kneels down beside you. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You can’t carry everything alone.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I have to.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “No, you choose to. There’s a difference.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You close your eyes. And let her help you out of the bath. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">February brings recruiters. They sit in the bleachers. Clipboards. Jackets. Yale sends someone new. He talks to Coach. Then pulls you aside. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/43.jpg" class="float-right">Coach Orion<hr> “We like your presence. Your control. You’re young, but you command the ice.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. He leaves you with a card and a handshake that feels like it weighs ten pounds. At home, you hand the card to your mom without a word. She turns it over three times. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Yale, huh?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod. She doesn’t ask how your grades are. Doesn’t ask if you’re scared. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “We’ll find a way. I’ll find a way.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The regular season ends with you leading in goals, assists, and minutes. You don’t smile when they say your name over the intercom. You’re already thinking about the playoffs. About scouts. About the future you’ve been grinding toward since you could stand in skates. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">One night in March, you find her asleep on the couch, still wearing her coat, a Yale admissions brochure folded open on her lap. There’s a note scribbled in the margin: Meal plan cost? Work-study? You cover her with a blanket. You sit on the floor and read the whole brochure with the light from the microwave glowing behind you. You don’t say anything. But it hits different. Yale used to feel like a fantasy. Now it feels like something that might actually happen. [[And if it does, it’ll be because of her.|Scene 40B]] </div><</if>>

<<if $smart is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You wake up early on the first day of senior year. Your mom’s already up, packing her lunch in the dim light of the kitchen. She turns when you walk in, bleary-eyed and hoodie-clad, and smiles. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Well look who’s nervous.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Not nervous. Just… ready.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Liar.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She kisses your forehead and pours you coffee anyway. That’s new. She never used to let you drink coffee. You both sit in the quiet kitchen as the sky turns gray-blue. You don’t talk about the fact that this is the last first day. You just drink your coffee. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By October, your desk is a battlefield. Stacks of essays. Scholarship prompts. SAT study guides, even though you already scored in the 99th percentile. Everything smells like highlighter and ambition. You apply early decision to Yale. You don’t tell your mom because you don’t want her to hope too soon. You spend five nights on the essay. You rewrite it four times. You delete two drafts that sound too rehearsed, and one that sounds too honest. You settle on a version that scares you. The last line says: I don’t want to succeed in spite of where I come from. I want to succeed because of it. You hit send. You breathe. Barely. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In early November, your mom finds you curled up in your hoodie, shaking. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Panic attack?”@@ You nod. You can’t even speak. @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She sits beside you, silent, hand on your back. “You don’t have to prove anything. Not to them. Not to me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “If I don’t do this, we don’t get out.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You think this place is what’s holding us back?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t answer. Because maybe it’s not the place. Maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s fear. She hugs you tighter than she has in months. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Whatever happens, I’m here for you to lean on.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">December you come home to find the envelope on the counter. Yale. Big and heavy. You stand in the doorway, soaked from the rain, staring at it like it might disappear. Your mom walks in and stops when she sees your face. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “…Is that it?”@@ You nod. @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Open it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I can’t.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She doesn’t say anything. She just walks over, slides the envelope closer. So, you do it. You open it and read the words. Then read them again. Then you crumple into a chair, hands over your face, shaking. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I got in.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “$Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Full ride. Everything. Tuition. Housing. Books. All of it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She covers her mouth with her hand. She’s crying. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her cry this hard. She drops to her knees in front of you and pulls you into a hug so fierce you can’t breathe. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You did it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “We did it.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She holds your face in her hands, her forehead pressed to yours. “I always knew. Always.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Graduation night comes too fast. You walk across the stage with your heart thudding in your ears. You hear her cheering before they even finish saying your name. She’s louder than anyone. She always has been. You turn your tassel. Shake the principal’s hand. And when you look out at the crowd, you find her immediately. She’s got her hands to her mouth again. She’s still crying. Still smiling. And you realize: this was never about just getting out. [[It was about showing the world who raised you.|The End]] </div><<elseif $lazy is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You wake up on the first day of senior year with the sun already pouring in. No alarm. No panic. Just your mom standing in your doorway with a fresh mug of coffee and a half-smile. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Last first day. Want a ride?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Can we stop for donuts?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Only if you brush your hair.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “…I’ll wear a hoodie.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She sighs. But when you’re walking out the door, she hands you a napkin with a donut and a handwritten note folded inside. You open it later at lunch. It just says: “You’re enough. Always were.” </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Classes are whatever. You’re taking film as an elective now, a real one. Your teacher knows you by name before roll is even called. She prints your short story from last spring and tapes it to her bulletin board. You pretend it’s embarrassing. You secretly read it again when no one’s looking. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">College talk hits fast. People are comparing resumes. Stressing over essays. You sit in the back, sipping Gatorade and sketching characters in your notebook margins. You’re not even pretending to be involved, until the counselor stops you in the hallway. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/42.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Coleman<hr> “$Joseph. Are you actually applying to Yale?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Yeah.”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/42.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Coleman<hr> “…You know they don’t take pity applicants, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You shrug. “They take Skull & Bones kids. They can handle one slacker writer.”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/42.jpg" class="float-right">Ms. Coleman<hr> She raises an eyebrow. “Your SAT was perfect. Your GPA... isn’t. But your writing samples? Unfairly good.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You blink. That’s the first time anyone has called you unfair in a good way. At home, your mom watches as you draft the first sentence of your essay. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “What are you writing about?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “You.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She freezes, spatula in one hand, mid-flip. “Excuse me?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I’m writing about late-night movie marathons. About pizza rolls. About how I didn’t try for a long time, but you never stopped.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She sets the spatula down. Walks over. Puts her hand on the back of your neck. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Okay. Now I’m going to cry in the spaghetti.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In December, you submit your application late at night with one foot tucked under your thigh, a cold soda on your desk, and a pit in your stomach. You don’t tell anyone. Not even her. You just click send and close the tab. You don’t check your email for two weeks. When you finally open it, there’s a message waiting with the Yale crest and the words “We are pleased to inform you…” You stare. Then reread it. Then walk slowly into the kitchen where your mom is folding towels. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “So… something weird happened.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You got a girl pregnant?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “What? No!”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Then what’s the tone?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You show her the email. She reads it in silence. For a long time. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “…You got in.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Full ride.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She sits down on the edge of the chair like her knees forgot how to work. Then she laughs. Cries. Both at once. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You lazy, brilliant, impossible boy.” She pulls you in, hugging you like she’s afraid you’ll float away. “You’re gonna break hearts up there.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Starting with yours?”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Already broken.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Graduation day comes fast. You show up in a wrinkled gown, sunglasses on, earbuds in. You’re still you. When they call your name, you walk slow. Milk the moment. Look out at the crowd and spot her, standing up before anyone else, hands cupped around her mouth as she screams your name like it’s the most important word in the world. You hold up your diploma like a trophy. She’s still clapping when you walk off the stage. Still crying when you hug her outside the gym. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">That night, you’re on the couch, graduation cap askew, donut box in your lap. She comes in with two mugs of cocoa, sits beside you, and nudges your shoulder. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You did it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “We did it.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You sure you’re ready for this?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You think about it. Then you smirk. “Nope. But I’m going anyway.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She laughs. You turn on the tv and [[you spend the rest of the night watching movies.|The End]] </div><<elseif $sport is 2>><div style="text-align: center;">You start senior year already worn in, like skates that’ve been broken down perfectly to fit only you. The varsity locker room is quieter now when you walk in. Even the juniors hush a little. You’re not just team captain. You’re the captain. Undisputed. Coach doesn’t say much these days. Just nods at you before games like he’s passing off command. The team listens when you talk. Follows when you skate. If there’s a fight, they wait for your nod. If there’s a loss, they watch your shoulders. You carry it well. Most of the time. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In September, you get your first official recruitment packet from Yale. It comes to the school office. You read it under the fluorescent lights outside the nurse’s station. Full ride if you commit. If you keep it up. If you finish strong. If your GPA doesn’t slip. There’s always an if. You walk out to the parking lot holding the packet like it’s breakable. Your mom’s waiting in the car with a fast food bag and that tired smile she wears after a double shift. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “What’s that?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Maybe everything.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She reads the cover, eyes wide. Then soft. “I knew it. I knew it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t let yourself celebrate yet. But she does. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">October is brutal. You play back-to-back weekends. Your left ankle rolls bad in a pileup. You don’t sit. You can’t. You limp through school. Ice between classes. You lie when your mom asks. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re walking like an old man.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I’m evolving.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She doesn’t laugh. Later that night, she leaves a bottle of Advil on your nightstand and a note: You don’t have to break yourself to be worth something. You tape it to your mirror. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By January, the buzz is louder than ever. You’ve got offers. More than one. Coaches calling the house. Scouts in the stands. Teammates asking you what you’re choosing, where you’re going. You keep it quiet. You keep your head down. You keep your shot sharp. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Final season game. The stands are packed. She’s there, of course, front row, scarf around her neck, the one she’s had since you were ten. You scored your first goal in that scarf. Third period. Tie game. Two minutes left. You break out past the blue line, cut hard left, deke the goalie, and lift it top shelf. Goal. You don’t celebrate. You skate once around the rink, then look up at her. She’s crying. Laughing. Clapping like you just rewrote the ending to a movie she’s been watching your whole life. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You open the Yale acceptance email on a Thursday night after dinner. You’re sitting on the floor. She’s folding laundry. You click. You read. And your vision blurs before the second line. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I got it.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She looks up. “…What?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Yale. Full ride. I got it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She drops the towel. Her hand goes to her mouth. Then her chest. Then her eyes. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “Oh my God. Joseph.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She walks over. Sits beside you. Pulls you into the kind of hug that says I never doubted you, not for one second. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “I knew it. I knew it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I didn’t.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “That’s okay. I knew enough for both of us.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Graduation night. You wear your medal under your gown. You don’t show it off, but you feel the weight of it, like armor. When they call your name, the applause hits before your foot even hits the stage. But it’s her voice that cuts through it all. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “That’s my baby!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You turn. Smile. Press the diploma to your chest. And know it’s not just yours. That night, it’s just the two. You in your gown, her in her faded work sweater, your future packed in a manila envelope beside you. She hands you a glass of iced tea. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “To the Ivy League.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “To us.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You clink glasses. Sip. [[And breathe.|The End]] </div><</if>>

<div style="text-align: center;">You come into 11th grade heavier. Not in body, in expectation. Grades matter more now. Everyone says junior year is hell. They’re right. But $Kelly makes it survivable. She’s still your best friend, your girlfriend, your favorite place. She’s the only person who can look at you during lunch and know you haven’t eaten since yesterday. The only one who can pull you into a hug and silence the chaos in your head without a single word. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You barely see each other during the school day. But you make up for it at night. Her room. Your room. Back seat of your car. Wherever you can find space. You don’t even rush anymore. You take your time, teasing her through her panties until she’s grabbing the headboard and whimpering. You eat her out slowly, methodically, like you're studying for a test you want to ace every time. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/97.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She finishes with a gasp and a shudder and a quiet, broken version of your name. Then she pulls you into her mouth and makes you come with just her lips and her hands and the way she looks up at you like you’re her entire world. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/98.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You never get tired of it. She never does either. You still stop before sex. It’s unspoken now. You’ll know when it’s time. You’re just not there yet. Sometimes you grind against her until you both come. Sometimes she pushes the tip of you right against her entrance, just to feel the heat, the edge, the almost. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/99.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">But she always pulls back. You always let her. And afterward, you hold her like you’re afraid the world might take her away. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">College starts to feel real by October. You lie on your backs in the grass behind her house, side by side, fingers laced. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “If we both get into Yale... we’ll get an apartment, right? Just us?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Obviously. You think I’m letting anyone else fold my laundry?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She snorts. “You don’t fold your laundry?”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I will. For you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She turns her head, kisses your cheek, and smiles so hard it makes your chest ache. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your mom sees the change. How driven you are. How tired. How full of something she can’t quite name, but trusts. She brings you a mug of tea one night and sits down across from you in silence. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’ve grown so much this year, baby.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Feels like I’m barely holding it together.”@@ @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> She reaches across the table and squeezes your hand. “Then hold her. If she helps you breathe? That’s your answer.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t reply. You just pull out your phone and text Kelly: You up? She replies with a single heart. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">One night, in early spring, you almost go all the way. She’s in your bed, completely naked, legs wrapped around your waist. You’ve both finished already, once with your mouth, once with her hand, but she doesn’t stop. She gets on top of you, aligns you at her entrance, and gasps as you press in just barely, just enough to feel it. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/100.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I… I want to. But... not tonight.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You stop immediately. Kiss her forehead. Roll off her and hold her against your chest. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I’ll wait as long as you want. You know that.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She nods, tears in her eyes, but smiling. “I know. That’s why I love you.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You take the SATs in April. You both score higher than expected. Yale becomes real. She prints out the application checklist and pins it above your desk. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “We’ve got one year left. Let’s make it count.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You turn, pull her into your lap, and kiss her slow. “When I’m with you, I always do.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Finals hit hard. You barely sleep. Kelly crashes at your place twice a week. Your mom starts leaving two mugs out instead of one. You get through it. Because you have her. Because she has you. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">On the last night of school, you take her to the beach. You build a fire. Lay out a blanket. Watch the stars in silence. You kiss her passionately. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I love you.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I love you too.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You don’t kiss her again. You don’t have to. She’s already yours. [[She’s always been yours.|Scene 40A]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Twelve years. That’s how long Kelly’s been in your life. From glitter shoes and juice boxes to slow kisses and after-school sweat. From best friends to something no word really covers. Now it’s senior year, and everything’s louder. Closer. Final. You hold her hand as you walk to class the first day. Her thumb rubs little circles across your knuckles. It’s habit now, like breathing. You’re both applying to Yale. That’s the goal. The plan. The shared future. Every counselor meeting, every SAT retake, every late-night essay session is with that dream in mind. You’ll get there together. Or not at all. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Your time together is still electric. She’ll show up at your house in leggings and a hoodie, climb into your lap, and kiss you like it’s been weeks instead of hours. You’ll have her on the couch before dinner, her pants shoved down, her breath catching in your ear. You kiss her thighs. Bury your face between them. She gasps your name. Writhes. Whimpers. You know every part of her body now, every twitch, every sound, every way she falls apart. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/101.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You love going down on her. You always have. It’s how you show her she matters. That she’s yours. That she’s safe. She always kisses you afterward, tasting herself on your lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Then she drops to her knees, opens your jeans, and takes you into her mouth like you’re dessert. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/102.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You finish in her hand, her mouth, sometimes in gasps against her neck while she strokes you under the blanket during a movie. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Fall flies by. College applications. Pep rallies. AP homework. You barely sleep. But she never lets you burn out. She pulls you into quiet corners and kisses you slow. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Holding your face between her palms, "You’re doing great. Even if you can’t see it yet, I can."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, that’s all that gets you through the day. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In December, Kelly gets her Yale acceptance email. She screams. Cries. Jumps into your arms. You spin her around and don’t even care that you're in public. Three days later, your letter comes. You get in. You don’t cry until she kisses you. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> "We did it. You and me."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">That night, you go down on her for what feels like an hour, slow, methodical, worshipful. She begs. Cries. Climaxes over and over. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/103.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">After, she straddles your waist, naked, flushed. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> "Prom night. That’s when I want everything. With you."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You nod, heart pounding. You’d wait another year if she asked. But you’re so glad she won’t. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">In February, you ask both moms for their blessing. Your mom cries. $Daisy hugs you like she already knew. You buy the ring with money saved from tutoring and weekend shifts. You hide it in your jacket pocket. It weighs everything and nothing at once. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Finally, it’s prom night. You check into the hotel together, nervous and excited. She looks like magic. Hair curled. Dress soft and flowing. Eyes locked only on you. You undress her slowly, reverently, kissing every inch. She strips you in return, blushing as she runs her hands across your chest, down your stomach. You go down on her like always, but slower. Deeper. More tender. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/104.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She comes on your mouth, crying out your name, gripping your hair like a lifeline. And then she pulls you up, kisses you deep. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> "I want you. All of you."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You line yourself up. Press in slowly. She gasps. Tightens around you. You stay still, forehead to forehead, hearts pounding in sync. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/105.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Then you start to move. It’s slow. Careful. Beautiful. You both whisper things you didn’t know you needed to say. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/106.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">When you finish, it’s deep inside her, both of you shaking, clinging to each other like the world might fall apart if you let go. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/107.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">Later, lying together in the dark, she rests her head on your chest. You kiss her hair, then pull the ring box from your jacket pocket on the chair. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> You sit up. "I asked both of our moms already. They said yes. So... will you?"@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> Her eyes go wide. Fill with tears. Her mouth opens in a gasp. "Yes! Oh my God, yes!"@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You slide the ring onto her finger. She kisses you like she’ll never stop. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks later, $Kelly throws up after brushing her teeth. You both stare at the test together, sitting on the floor of your bathroom. Two lines. She covers her mouth. You take her hands. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> "I want this. I want us. Let’s keep it."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She nods, crying. Smiling. You hold her for a long time. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">That summer, you get married in $Daisy’s backyard. Kelly barefoot. You in the same suit from prom. Your moms are crying. Friends cheering. She kisses you under string lights like she’s been waiting her whole life to. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">At the end of summer, you pack for Yale together. Textbooks. Baby supplies. A tiny ultrasound printout. Your mom hugs you tight. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> "You’re going to be just fine, baby. You’ve already built something beautiful."@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You take $Kelly’s hand. She places her other hand gently on her belly. And together, you step out the door. Married. Expecting. [[And ready for the next beginning.|Scene 41A]] </div><<audio "Song10" volume 0.5 play>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Yale starts better than you could’ve dreamed. You move into a two-room grad-housing unit reserved for family cases. It’s small, barely bigger than a studio, but it’s yours. You study at night. $Kelly waddles across campus with a smile on her face and a hand on her belly. You hold her backpack, her hand, her hair when the nausea hits. She teases you for how seriously you take everything. You tease her for turning every room into a nursery. It works. You still laugh. You still kiss each other good morning. You still lie in bed at night and talk about the kind of parents you want to be. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Jenny is born on a cold, crisp Valentine’s Day morning. You’re in the room. Holding $Kelly’s hand. Crying so hard you can barely breathe when your daughter is placed on her chest. Tiny. Screaming. Perfect. You name her Jennifer, after $Kelly’s grandmother. You start calling her Jenny within the hour. $Kelly’s exhausted. You’re delirious. You fall asleep in a chair beside them, Jenny curled on her mother’s chest, a pink hat sliding off her tiny head. You didn’t know love could feel like this. Terrifying. Endless. Anchored. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The next few months are a blur. Late-night feedings. Diapers. Studying during naps. Taking turns sleeping. Holding Jenny between lectures. Whispering "you’ve got this" before tests. You do it all. Because it’s what you signed up for. And for a while… it works. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">But then life catches up. Jenny starts teething. You start missing deadlines. $Kelly gets mastitis. The fridge breaks. The car won’t start. You fight. Not big screaming fights, not at first. Just small, sharp ones. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “I’m trying my best, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “So am I. But it doesn’t feel like enough, does it?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You start sleeping back-to-back. Start saying “I’m fine” when you’re not. Start going to class early just to get out of the apartment. You stop kissing. Stop touching. Stop laughing. People on campus call you the “dream couple.” The married ones. The brave ones. They don’t see you crying on opposite sides of the bathroom door. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By the time Jenny turns two, the word “divorce” enters the room. You don’t say it. But it’s there. Hanging. Waiting. You still love her. But you’re tired. She’s tired. And for a minute, you both wonder if maybe love just isn’t enough. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Then your moms come. Not just for a visit, for rescue. Your mom moves in for a month. $Daisy comes every weekend. They cook. Clean. Babysit. Force you both to sleep. Force you both to talk. Your mom finds you in the kitchen one night staring at the sink. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">$Marie<hr> “You’re allowed to admit it’s hard, baby. Doesn’t mean it’s broken.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Daisy makes Kelly take a nap, then hands her a note from high school: “I love you more than words could ever describe. I’m lucky I met you and even more lucky that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” -$Joseph. $Kelly reads it and cries until she can’t anymore. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You start talking again. Not just about the baby, or school, or bills. But about each other. About how much you miss holding her. Laughing with her. About how scared you both were to say it out loud. One night, after Jenny falls asleep, you climb into bed behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. She doesn’t pull away. </div> @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “I still love you.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> She turns in your arms, eyes red but soft. “I never stopped.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You kiss her for the first time in weeks. Then again. And again. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">It isn’t perfect overnight. You still fight. You still forget things. Still take turns losing your patience. But now you take turns saving each other too. You fall in love again. And again. And again. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">By the time you both walk across the graduation stage, Jenny is four. She’s in the crowd, sitting on your mom’s lap, clapping like she knows exactly what’s happening. $Kelly grabs your hand as your name is called and squeezes it tight. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “We did it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <<if $sport is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/18.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $lazy is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/19.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>><<if $smart is 2>><img src="Images/Icons/20.jpg" class="float-right"><</if>>$Joseph<hr> “Your damn right we did. But we’re just getting started.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You aren’t slowing down. If anything, [[you’re both shifting into higher gear.|Scene 42A]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You move with $Kelly and Jenny into a tiny apartment closer to the med school campus. You trade late-night parties for late-night shifts. Date nights for rotation schedules. Long road trips for long study sessions while Jenny draws pictures on the floor. You make it work. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You love medicine. Always have. But delivering babies, holding new life in your hands, it lights something in you, you didn’t know you had. You stay up nights practicing your sutures, studying your cases, dreaming about the day you’ll have your own nameplate on a door. $Kelly does the same. She falls in love with urology, with helping men through the silent battles they’re too embarrassed to talk about. She’s brilliant. Sharp. Fearless. You still can’t believe you get to come home to her every night. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Med school is brutal. Residency is worse. But somehow, in the chaos, you still make time. Time for 3AM pancakes on Jenny’s birthday. Time for Friday movie nights with popcorn and stuffed animals. Time for spelling bees and science fairs and late-night tea parties Jenny sets up in the living room. You don’t miss the big moments. You refuse to. Because no matter how many patients you see, how many hours you work, Jenny is the best thing you’ve ever helped create. And you never forget that. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">When Jenny is twelve, you and Kelly finally open your practice together. It’s small at first, a single-story building with a broken heater and not enough exam rooms. Your mom and $Daisy help paint the walls on weekends. Jenny plants flowers out front. You hang a hand-painted sign over the door: “$Martinez Family Reproductive Health” Obstetrics. Gynecology. Urology. Care for every family, every body, every stage. $Joseph $Martinez, OB-GYN. $Kelly $Martinez, Urologist. Partners in every way. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You work side by side. You argue about scheduling and billing and who forgot to restock the coffee. You kiss behind closed doors when no one’s looking. You hold hands under the desk during slow afternoons. You still bring $Kelly coffee when she forgets to eat. She still slips you notes in your lab coat that say things like, “You’re my favorite doctor.” Your mom and $Daisy stop by the practice often, sometimes with groceries, sometimes just to see Jenny after school. You build a life out of the small, unshakable things. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes you and $Kelly talk about more children. About brothers. Sisters. Tiny hands holding bigger hands. But every time you bring it up, it ends the same way, Jenny asleep between you on the couch, her hair messy from play, her cheeks flushed with dreams. $Kelly kisses her forehead. You kiss $Kelly’s. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/21.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “She’s everything, $Joseph. She's all we’ll ever need.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your miracle. Your joy. Your heart. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Jenny grows up too fast and somehow not fast enough. She’s smart. Fierce. Funny. She argues cases at the dinner table like a lawyer by fifteen. She paints murals in the garage. She wears your old shirts to sleep. She makes you both prouder than any award ever could. </div> @@.Ashley; <img src="Images/Icons/44.jpg" class="float-right">Jenny<hr> One night, flipping through college brochures, she says, “You and Mom made it look easy.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You and $Kelly look at each other across the kitchen island and laugh until you’re crying. Because it wasn’t easy. It was love. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Years pass. Birthdays. Holidays. Little milestones and big ones. Graduations. Job offers. Law school applications. Your mom and $Daisy are there through it all. Cheering. Crying. Baking way too many cookies for every single celebration. They never let you forget where you came from, or how lucky you all are to have each other. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Some nights, you and Kelly dance barefoot in the living room, music low, laughter spilling into the hallways. Other nights, you just hold hands in bed, listening to the house settle, feeling time move gently around you. You grow older. Silver creeps into your hair. Laugh lines deepen at the corners of $Kelly’s eyes. Your hands grow rougher. Your hugs tighter. But you never stop loving each other. Never stop choosing each other. Never stop remembering the miracle that started it all. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">One night, after a family dinner celebrating Jenny’s acceptance into law school, you sit on the porch, watching the sun set. Kelly leans her head on your shoulder. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/45.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “We built a good life, didn’t we?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> You kiss her hair. “The best.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You watch Jenny laughing in the yard with your mom and $Daisy, three generations colliding under fading light. You watch the girl you grew up loving smile at the life you built together. And you know, with absolute certainty, you did it right. Not perfect. Not easy. But right. You built a family. A practice. [[A forever. Together.|End 3]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">The house is quiet now. Jenny’s grown, married, thriving, a voice on the phone and laughter at Sunday dinner. The clinic’s steady. The days are slower. Softer. It’s just you and $Kelly. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You find her in the bedroom folding laundry in one of your old T-shirts, soft from years of washing, loose at the sleeves. She smiles when she sees you. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/45.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “Those socks aren’t going to fold themselves.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You never know. If we leave them there long enough, they might.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She rolls her eyes, but her grin’s the same as it was in high school. You walk over and pull her gently into your arms. She goes without hesitation, leaning into your chest like she always has. You sway together slowly, no music playing. Just the rhythm of breath and age and home. Her cheek presses against your shoulder. You hold her tighter. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You tilt her chin and kiss her, soft and lingering. The kind of kiss you’ve given her a thousand times. You pull back and look at her. She’s older. Silver in her hair. Laugh lines that match yours. Softness where there was once tension. But none of that is what you see. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You see her, the quirky girl who was obsessed with Spice Girls. The one you shared every first with. The one who held your daughter and your hand and never let go. And even now, decades later, she’s still that girl to you. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You know what I see when I look at you?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/45.jpg" class="float-right">$Kelly<hr> “A tired old lady with aching knees and laundry to finish?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/36.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “No. I see the same beautiful, vivacious girl I’ve known and loved my entire life.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her eyes soften. She blinks fast. You press your forehead to hers. Hold her hand against your chest. And you both just stand there, quietly. Together. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You walk her to bed. Tuck the blankets around her. Slide in beside her like always. You kiss her shoulder, her cheek, her hand. And you fall asleep still touching, still together, still loving. Because you never stopped. And you never will. [[The End.|The End]] </div><<set $end3 to 1>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Black suit. Closed casket. Gray skies. Your mother’s funeral passes in a blur. You don’t remember who spoke. You don’t remember the smell of the flowers. You just remember staring at the ground while strangers said things like "She was so strong," and "You poor thing." Everyone says, “If there’s anything I can do…” No one means it. You go home alone. Sit in her chair. Sleep in her bed. Eat food people drop off until it goes bad in the fridge. You stop answering texts. You stop returning calls. Time passes. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">A wrongful death lawsuit is filed. You didn’t ask for it. But a lawyer reached out. Said you had a case. That you deserved something. That someone needed to be held accountable. The man who hit her had a history, DUIs, unpaid fines, a record full of red flags no one acted on. You didn’t ask for justice. You just wanted your mom back. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Years pass. You grow taller. Your voice deepens. You packed up her room one drawer at a time. Some days you didn’t get out of bed. Some weeks, you only ate because someone brought something by. You graduate high school with hollow eyes and a diploma you hand to no one. You don’t go to prom. You don’t date. You don’t celebrate holidays. You just wait. Depositions. Hearings. Delays. Continuances. Delays again. You’re told to be patient. You’re patient. Until one day you get a call. </div> @@.Dad; <img src="Images/Icons/49.jpg" class="float-right">Lawyer<hr> “They’ve scheduled final arguments in D.C. I want you there.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">So, you go. It’s your first time in D.C. Everything feels strange. The city’s too clean, too busy. Too calm for the place where everything ended. You stare at buildings your mother probably walked past. Street signs she might’ve seen. It makes your chest tighten in ways you can’t explain. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You sit through closing arguments in a quiet courtroom with tall windows and gray walls. The driver never looks at you. They read the verdict. You win. A sum is awarded. Enough to change your life. Enough to make people say things like "at least something good came of it." But you don't feel anything. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">You leave the courthouse just before midnight. The air is cool and dry. The sky is full of stars. You’re alone on a highway back home. Then, without warning, a flash. Blinding. Electric. Like lightning without thunder. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/18.gif" width=500 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">You blink. And when you open your eyes… it’s storming. Hard. The roads are slick. Wipers on full blast. Trees bending under wind. It’s like you’ve driven into a memory. You don’t understand what’s happening. You pull off the road. A narrow shoulder near an old bridge. And that’s when you see her. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">She stands at the edge, back to you, soaked through. Her arms out. Hair matted to her face. She’s maybe your age, maybe younger. Maybe older. She leans forward, one step from vanishing. And your heart lurches. You throw the car into park and leap out. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hey! Stop! Don’t… don’t do it!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She freezes. But she doesn’t answer. She doesn't even turn around. Just wind. And water. [[And the rush of your feet on pavement as you run toward her.|Scene 40C]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;">You sprint toward the girl. Water pelts your face. Your shoes slap against wet concrete. You don’t feel the cold. Just fear. Urgency. She’s standing sideways on the edge of the bridge railing now, arms stretched slightly, like she’s trying to balance. Like she’s ready to fall. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hey! Please… don’t do this. Just… talk to me.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">No response. Her shoulders tighten. A small shake of her head. She doesn’t turn. You slow down as you get closer, trying not to spook her. The rain sticks to your clothes to your skin. Wind whips your voice away. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Whatever you're feeling right now… it doesn’t have to end like this.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She speaks softly, barely audible through the rain. “You don’t know anything about me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “No, I don’t. But I know what it’s like to wish you could disappear.” You take a breath. “I lost my mom a few years ago. Some drunk asshole killed her. I’ve been angry, numb, hollow… you name it.” Your voice cracks. “And I still wouldn’t want her to think I gave up.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She flinches, barely, but it’s there. Her foot lowers slightly from the rail. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “She doesn’t care.” Her voice breaks. “She lets him do things. Says I’m lying. Says I deserve it.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Your stomach twists. She hugs her arms around herself like she’s trying to disappear into her own skin. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “No one deserves that. No one. And your mom… she’s wrong.” You step closer. “I had a mom. She wasn’t perfect, but she loved me like her life depended on it. If she saw you up here right now, she’d scream at me to run. To save you.” You pause. “She’s gone. But I’m still here. And I think that means something.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She turns her head, finally facing you. Her face is pale. Rain streaks her cheeks like tears. Her eyes are red, but sharp. Focused on you. Measuring. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “…Why do you care?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Because somebody should.” You move closer, carefully. “You think you’re a burden. But maybe you’re the reason someone else keeps going. Maybe there’s more waiting for you than this.” You nod toward the black water below. “This doesn’t solve it. It just passes the pain to someone else.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> Her lips tremble. Her voice goes quiet again. “…That’s what my friend said. Before I screamed at her.” She looks down. “She was just trying to help. I said the cruelest things. I didn’t mean them. I just didn’t want her to see how broken I am.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Maybe you should tell her that.” You extend your hand. “Come on. We can get dry. Talk about it. Or not. But you don’t have to do this. Not tonight. Not ever.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She hesitates. Then slowly, shaking, she climbs down from the rail. One leg at a time. Her foot slips, but you catch her. She collapses into your arms, soaked and sobbing against your chest. You wrap yourself around her like a shield, like your mom would’ve done. You don’t know her name. [[But right now, she’s not alone.|Scene 41C]] </div><<audio Song11 stop>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Back in the car, the storm hasn’t let up. You crank the heat. She wraps herself in the damp towel from your backseat, still trembling. You drive slowly, eyes stinging, heart still racing. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I was supposed to be driving back tonight… but I’m not doing the highway in this.” You glance at her. “We’ll find a hotel. Somewhere close. You okay with that?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She hugs her knees to her chest and nods. “…Yeah. Okay.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You take the next exit. There’s only one place visible through the rain, an old roadside inn with a flickering neon VACANCY sign half-choked by ivy. It looks like it hasn’t been updated since the ‘80s. You park. The rain pounds against the roof. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">The lobby smells like wet carpet and burnt coffee. You approach the counter while she lingers by the door, hood up. A tired woman behind the desk doesn’t even look up at first. </div> @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/50.jpg" class="float-right">Clerk<hr> “One room left. Queen bed. Cash or card?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Just one?”@@ @@.Teacher; <img src="Images/Icons/50.jpg" class="float-right">Clerk<hr> “Yup. You want it or not? Place is filling fast with this storm.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You glance back at the girl. She gives you a small shrug, like she doesn’t care either way. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “…We’ll take it.” You slide cash across the counter. “Thanks.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The room is tiny. One bed. Peeling wallpaper. A humming mini-fridge and a dim yellow lamp. But it’s dry. And warm. You toss the key onto the dresser and grab the extra blanket from the closet, laying it out on the floor beside the bed. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You take the bed. I’m good here.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “…You’re seriously gonna sleep on the floor?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah. It's not a big deal.” You offer a tired smile. “I’m not exactly sleeping much anyway.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She sits on the edge of the mattress. Watches you. The room fills with the soft patter of rain against the window. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “…You can stay on the bed. Just, no weird stuff. I mean it.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Of course.” You nod, serious. “I just wanted to make sure you had somewhere safe tonight.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She lies down with her back to you. After a moment, you lie beside her, carefully, on the far edge. Minutes pass. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “…Thank you. For not letting me jump.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Thanks for not making me watch you fall.” You pause. “My mom would’ve liked you, you know.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She doesn’t respond right away. But then she rolls toward you. Gently rests her head against your chest. Her breath slows. Her body finally starts to relax. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> “…Wish I’d had one like her.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The storm murmurs against the window. Inside, it’s just the two of you, warm beneath worn blankets, the mattress creaking every time one of you shifts. She hasn’t moved from your chest. Her hand rests lightly on your shirt, fingers curled like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she lets go. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “…What’s your name?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> She tilts her chin up, her eyes catching the soft light from the lamp. “…<<textbox "$Jessica" "Jessica">>.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m $Joseph.” You smile faintly. “Guess we skipped the introductions earlier.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “Guess we did.” She shifts slightly, still against you.“Thank you, $Joseph. For being… here.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You both laugh quietly, awkward, exhausted, and oddly comforted. Then silence again. A shared pause. The kind where nothing’s said because everything’s felt. Her fingers move. Slowly. Tracing the edge of your collar. Her eyes flick up to meet yours. There’s no question between you. Only need. She leans in first, hesitant, soft. Her lips touch yours like she’s asking permission. You answer without words. The kiss deepens. Slow at first, then urgent. You pull her closer, your hand moving to the small of her back. Her body molds to yours like she’s been waiting to be held forever. Clothes peel away, wet fabric and trembling hands. Your mouths never part for long. There’s nothing practiced about it. Nothing perfect. Just warmth. Heat. Desperation. Connection. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/108.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">She gasps into your neck. You whisper her name. And for a while, you both forget the cold, the storm, the weight of the world waiting outside that motel room door. </div> <video src="Videos/Sex/109.webm" width="900" height="550" controls autoplay loop muted ></video> <div style="text-align: center;">You lie together, tangled in the sheets. The storm has moved on. The sky outside is still dark, but quiet. She rests her head on your shoulder, bare skin against bare skin. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “…That wasn’t planned.” She laughs softly, more surprised than embarrassed. “I don’t even know what came over me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah. Same. I wasn’t thinking.” You glance over at her, then admit, “But I… really liked it.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “So did I.” Her voice softens. “God, that’s probably messed up, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “After everything? I think it’s the least messed up thing either of us could’ve done.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She smiles. Nudges you gently with her shoulder. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “Well, $Joseph…” She draws lazy circles on your chest with one fingertip. “Since we’re not strangers anymore, maybe we don’t have to be alone anymore either.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">A sense of calm falls over you. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “So, I was wondering… do you always talk people off bridges, or was I just special?” She says it light, teasing, but there’s a tremor in her voice.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You were my first. Hopefully my last.” You glance down at her, brush your thumb along her shoulder. “And yeah, you’re definitely special.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She laughs, a short, surprised breath, and snuggles closer. “I feel… weirdly safe. That’s not normal, right?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Maybe not. But neither are we.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You lie there for a while. Her fingertips explore your skin absentmindedly, drawing light shapes across your chest, tracing the faint scar near your ribs from a childhood fall. You don’t speak. You just feel. Eventually, she lifts her head to look at you. Her expression is softer now. Open. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “Do you think we’re allowed to feel good? After everything?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I think maybe… it’s the only thing keeping us here.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “My mom used to say… broken things get thrown away.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “She told me I wasn’t worth fixing.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Then she was wrong.” You cup her face. “You’re not broken. You survived things no one should have to.” You pause. “And you’re still here. Still strong enough to pull someone like me out of the dark.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Her eyes well up. She tries to blink them away, but you don’t let her hide. You wipe a tear with your thumb. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She leans into your hand. “I think I like you, $Joseph.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I think I like you too, $Jessica.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The night stretches long. You talk about everything and nothing, favorite movies, how she once tried to dye her hair blue and ended up green. You admit you can’t cook anything that doesn’t go in a microwave. She makes fun of you, then confesses she can’t swim. You laugh together under thin blankets until your ribs ache. Eventually, words give way to stillness. You sleep tangled together, bodies warm, breaths steady, a quiet peace hanging in the room like [[a secret neither of you wants to let go.|Scene 42C]] </div><<audio "Song12" volume 0.5 play>>

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunlight spills through the old blinds in gentle stripes. The storm is gone. The world is quiet in that way it only is after rain. You wake up slowly. $Jessica’s still curled beside you, her head resting just below your collarbone, one arm slung across your stomach. Her hair smells faintly like your shampoo. Her breathing is soft, peaceful. You don’t want to move. But eventually, her eyelashes flutter. Her fingers flex slightly against your skin. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “…Morning.” Her voice is husky with sleep.@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Hey.” You kiss the top of her head. “You snore, by the way.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> She groans. “No I don’t.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “You do. Just a little. But it’s cute.”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “…Great. Seduced and slandered in one night.” She smiles anyway. “Last night was…” She looks up at you, suddenly shy. “I don’t know what came over me.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Me either.” You brush hair from her cheek. “But I’m glad it did.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You lie there a while longer, wrapped in warmth, neither of you wants to break. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “…Do you think people ever come back? Like… after they’re gone?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I don’t know.” You look at the ceiling. “Some nights I think I hear her voice. Or I’ll smell her shampoo in a room she never stepped in.” You pause. “Maybe that’s just memory. Or maybe… yeah. Maybe they don’t stay gone.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She pulls away slowly and sits up, stretching. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “I need to do something today. Or rather I have to see someone.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You sit up beside her. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Who?”@@ @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “My best friend. I hurt her. Said some awful things when she tried to help me.” She looks down at her hands. “I’ve been thinking about her all night. I don’t know why… maybe because you reminded me what it feels like to be seen.” She meets your eyes. “I think I need to apologize. And I think… you should meet her.”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “Yeah. Okay. Let’s go.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You drive through unfamiliar streets. $Jessica gives directions quietly, turn here, slow down, left at the stop sign. Her nerves show in the way she fidgets with the hem of her hoodie. Eventually, you pull into a quiet residential block. Tall trees line the sidewalks. The rain’s left everything smelling clean and new. $Jessica takes a deep breath as you park. She turns toward you. </div> @@.Kelly; <img src="Images/Icons/47.jpg" class="float-right">$Jessica<hr> “You don’t have to say anything when we go in. Just… be there, okay?”@@ @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> “I’m not going anywhere.”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You walk up to the door. She knocks gently. Three taps. One pause. Two more. </div> @@.Mom; <img src="Images/Icons/8.jpg" class="float-right">???<hr> From inside, “One minute! I’ll be right there!”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">You freeze. That voice. It's... You know that voice. You’ve heard it through tears. Through laughter. You’ve heard it say goodnight, say I love you, say be good while I’m gone. Your breath leaves your lungs. The door opens. And there she is. Your mother. Hair pulled back. Wearing a simple t-shirt. Holding a mug in one hand. Her eyes widen as she sees you, but not with recognition. To her, you’re just some boy her friend brought by. To you, she’s everything you lost. You say it before you even mean to. </div> @@.Joseph; <img src="Images/Icons/46.jpg" class="float-right">$Joseph<hr> Tears in your eyes, “…Mom?”@@ <div style="text-align: center;">$Jessica turns, confused. So does the woman. This can’t be real. [[You must be hallucinating.|The End]] </div>