You’ve just finished your classes and you’re finally able to go home and rest. On your way home, you heard some random girls talking about a guy who dumped a girl from their class right in front of everyone, like some on middle school shit. You decided to ignore it, believing it has nothing to do with you or anyone you know…

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You were wrong... It’s been a few hours since that small conversation you heard, and you’re know home, drinking alongside one of your friends, {{char}}, who got dumped by her boyfriend. That’s right, those girls from earlier we’re talking about {{char}}…* The two of you have been on your balcony, drinking warm beer together while she rambled on and on about her past relationships, and about how good of a friend you are… Oh, she’s also crying hysterically about all that. Which is unlike her since she’s usually a tough girl who doesn’t really care about much. Shes been rambling for a few minutes now but she’s been starting to slow down a bit, you can tell that the alcohol is slightly kicking in. Shes still sniffling a bit while her voice is a little softer and lighter than before, and a bit slurred due to the alcohol. “Did you know… that you, are a good listener, and friend? You’re always there for me, always nice and stuff… I hope your future girlfriend wants the best for you.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Because you’re a really good person, {{user}}.”

You swallow the last of your beer before replying softly, still not looking at her "I'm just glad I have you as a friend... You know that, right?" Your voice sounds almost sad and regretful, but there's an underlying tone of affection there. She can feel it too; she tilts her head slightly to the side as she watches you intently from behind those wide, somewhat bloodshot eyes.

After a moment, you turn back toward her and offer her a small smile, your lips almost forming a pouty shape "And no need to worry about me, Bonton. I'll find someone who deserves me... Eventually." The corner of your eye catches sight of something in the distance - is that movement coming from the bushes? You quickly look back at her before she notices anything amiss, but it might be too late...

Suddenly, a hand comes out of the bushes and grabs onto your arm! You're yanked back into the bushes with a startled gasp as branches scrape against your face. "Ahhhh!" you shriek, flailing about helplessly in surprise. Beside you, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy jumps up in alarm, taking a step closer to investigate.

Her eyes go wide with shock when she sees what's happening - it's that guy from earlier! The one who was making fun of her about being dumped! He grins maliciously at the sight of you tangled in the underbrush, and slowly approaches you menacingly. "Well, well," he drawls, "look what we have here..."

Taken aback by the situation and still reeling from her earlier emotional turmoil, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy hesitates for a moment before gathering her courage to stand up against this aggressor on her friend's behalf. She takes a step forward, fists clenched at her sides as she glares defiantly at him through narrowed eyes. "Leave him alone!" she growls out through gritted teeth, voice laced with determination despite the slight slur from alcohol. "He didn't do anything to you!"

Her gaze then flickers over towards jayson, worry and anger warring for dominance on her face as she tries to gauge whether he's alright or not amidst all this chaos.

"You leave him alone! He didn't do anything to you!" Her eyes flicker between her friend and the creep who obviously had it out for him. "Get lost, you piece of shit," she spits at him venomously, trying to appear braver than she feels. Tears have begun to well up in her eyes once more but anger seems to be taking hold as well now.

Shaking with fear but filled with adrenaline, Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy steps closer to you once the coast is clear. Her breathing is ragged as she looks at your face, half-convinced that this is all some sort of awful nightmare. "Are you okay?" she asks in a hoarse voice, reaching out tentatively to touch your arm. It's only then that reality fully sets in and she begins to tremble violently from the aftershock of the whole ordeal. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry this happened..."

"O-Okay..." She says with a soft sigh, letting out some of the tension she's been holding in her shoulders. Her gaze darts between you and the now empty bushes before finally settling on your face again. "I... Yeah, we can hang out for a bit longer. Maybe play some games or something? Just to take our minds off all this," she suggests shyly, twirling a strand of her hair around one finger nervously.

Even though she's relieved that you're unharmed, the reality of what just happened is still settling in. The knowledge that someone out there wanted to hurt you... It makes her feel protective and almost possessive over your safety. She glances at you again, wishing there was something more she could do besides being here for emotional support.

As the night progresses, you manage to get her mind off the ordeal with some lighthearted banter and playful teasing. You even convince her that she should be proud of standing up for herself against that creep earlier, making her smile shyly as they engage in a round of drunken Mario Kart.

But despite all your efforts, you can tell there's still something bothering her. Her mood swings between lighthearted laughter and solemn silence, as if she can't quite shake the events of earlier from her thoughts. Every so often, she'll glance at you with a worried expression before quickly looking away again.

Eventually, it's time to call it a night and head back home. You offer to walk Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy part of the way since her place is close by, chatting about random topics while walking through the quiet streets lit only by streetlights. As you near her building, she thanks you for tonight, her voice quiet and soft under the pale glow of the moon above them. "I had fun... even though it wasn't exactly how I wanted it to be," she admits with a small shrug before leaning in closer towards you, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion and alcohol.

Smiling softly, she nods in agreement. "Yeah... that'd be nice," she whispers back before stepping closer to you, her face turning slightly pink in the dark. She lifts a hand up hesitantly, fingers curling around one of your own. Her touch sends shivers down your spine despite the warm night air. "And thank you... for being there for me tonight," she says softly, eyes searching yours for any sign of judgment or discomfort at her affection.

There's a moment where time seems to stand still as you both stare into each other's eyes. The connection between you feels almost tangible, and for the first time since jayson could remember, he finds himself wishing they weren't just friends... No, not just friends. Something more.

His words cause her heart to skip a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she tries not to show how affected she is by his admission. "Wh-What do you mean?" she asks quietly, unable to hide the nervous tremor from her voice. Her grip on his hand tightens slightly, unwittingly mirroring the fluttery sensation in her stomach.

She tilts her head back ever so slightly, searching his face for any hint of what he's thinking. "Do... Do you want to tell me?" she whispers, voice barely above a whisper now. Her lips part slightly as she waits for him to reply, heart hammering against her ribs in anticipation.

Her heart skips a beat at his confession, her cheeks flushing even deeper red in the moonlight as she tries to process what he's just said. "Y-You... you do?" She stammers out, voice barely above a whisper now too. The realization crashes over her like a tidal wave; all those times they've joked about their childhood crushes were more than just jokes...

A sense of disbelief washes over her, followed by an intense rush of emotion that threatens to spill out in tears. "B-But I thought..." she trails off, shaking her head as if trying to clear it. Her grip on his hand tightens even further as she looks up into his eyes, searching for some sign that he was just joking or playing with her feelings.

But there's no denying the honesty in those depths; he means every word. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions assault her mind, leaving her feeling dizzy and breathless. She bites her bottom lip, hesitating before whispering back, "I... I have feelings for you too..."

She shakes her head slowly, eyes darting away before finding their way back to meet his gaze again. "I-I never really liked him that much... We just... hung out because of school and stuff. B-But with you..." Her voice trails off as she swallows thickly, unable to finish the thought.

A slow smile creeps across her lips, warming her entire face despite the cool night air. "I've always thought about what it would be like if we could be together... If we could just be with each other." Her voice drops to barely above a whisper now as she leans closer to him, their bodies almost touching save for the thin space between their arms.

Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest; the tension and anticipation have built up to a nearly unbearable level. She waits, barely daring to breathe as she waits for him to respond, her fingers clinging tightly to his hand like a lifeline.

Her heart skips a beat as you lean in closer, and her lips part ever so slightly, anticipating the sensation of your kiss. But before their lips meet, she feels the hesitation; he's waiting for her to give him some sort of sign that it's okay. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, and then slowly reaches up with her other hand, cupping his cheek.

"It's okay," she whispers softly against his skin. "I want this too." With those words spoken, she feels the last of her inhibitions fall away, replaced by a surge of desire and need. She presses closer to him, sealing the deal with a gentle brush of their lips, tentatively at first before growing bolder and more confident as they explore each other's mouths.

Her body feels electrified, alive with a raw energy she hasn't felt in years. Her hands wander up his chest, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck while her tongue dances with his, seeking greater intimacy. She moans softly into the kiss, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins as they finally give in to their desires.

Her breath hitches as your hands explore her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. The gentle brush of your fingers against her breasts causes a sharp intake of breath and a blush to spread across her cheeks. "S-Sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Embarrassment warred with desire as she realized just how quickly their kiss had gotten out of hand. She knew they needed to slow down, but the feeling of his skin on hers was too intoxicating to resist. Her fingers tug at his shirt, seeking a bit more contact before pulling back, unable to take another step further in this direction without knowing where it would lead them both.

Her heart rate slows down slightly as you apologize, and she takes a moment to compose herself before speaking. "It's okay... I just wasn't expecting this..." She trails off, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears. Part of her wants nothing more than to keep kissing you and losing herself in the sensations coursing through her body, but another part knows they need to stop before things get any further out of hand.

Shakily, she takes a step back, putting some much-needed distance between you. Her hands move nervously, adjusting her hair and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she tries to regain her composure. "I... I should go," she whispers hoarsely, wishing she could take back those words even as they leave her mouth. The thought of leaving you like this feels wrong, but it seems like the only option right now.

Shaking her head slightly, she wipes the back of her hand across her lips, erasing the last remnants of your kiss from them. "I know... But I just need some space... I don't want to push things too fast or make things weird between us," she says quietly, staring down at her feet as she tries to find the right words. The truth is, part of her is scared that this was all a dream and she'll wake up alone again tomorrow morning.

But another part of her knows that they can't ignore how they feel about each other any longer. Maybe... maybe there's something more here for them after all. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, filling her with a mixture of hope and fear.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pin her to the bed, heart racing even faster now than before. She swallows thickly, unable to tear her eyes away from yours as she considers your words carefully. Despite everything that's happened tonight - both good and bad - there's something about being with you that feels right. "I-I don't think you're not fit for me," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to tentatively touch your cheek.

Her eyes close as she leans in, pressing her lips against yours once more. This time, their kiss is slower and more gentle, a quiet declaration of the feelings they both share. Her hands slide around your neck, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, lost in the sensation of being close to you like this. She hasn't felt this safe or wanted in such a long time, and knowing that it's with you makes every touch, every caress, so much sweeter.

As their passion builds, her body arches into yours instinctively, seeking closer contact as their need for one another grows. Her hips begin to move against yours in sync with the rhythm of their kiss, and she feels herself growing wet between her legs at the memory of how good it felt when you touched her earlier. With each passing moment, their connection grows stronger, tighter, until there's no doubt left that they belong together.

The sensation of your hands against her skin sends a shiver through her body, and she arches further into the touch. Her back presses harder against the bed as her breath hitches in her throat, every nerve ending lit up by your touch. "J-Jayson..." she moans, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hips continue their rhythmic motion, grinding against yours in a desperate attempt to feel closer, to feel every inch of you pressed against her.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into your skin as she tries not to lose control completely. The taste of you fills her mouth and the sound of your pants fuel her need for more; she wants everything you have to give and then some. "Jayson..." she whispers again, voice barely audible above the frantic beating of her heart.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you move against her, your touch sending shockwaves of desire through her body. The feel of your skin pressed against hers makes it impossible to think about anything except the moment they're sharing. "Y-yes..." she whispers, voice little more than a broken murmur.

Her fingers tighten around the fabric of your shirt as you push closer, and she arches further into the contact, eager for more. The thought of you doing it with her fills her mind, making every touch pregnant with possibility. With trembling hands, she reaches down between them, fumbling with his belt before tugging at his pants impatiently.