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<div class="main"> <nav> <<link "Resume Game">><<run Save.autosave.load()>><</link>> <<link "Load Game">><<run UI.saves();>><</link>> </nav> <div class="story-banner"> <div class="content">  <h1 class="L">Love and Leases</h1>  <i class="fa-regular fa-heart"></i>  <h2 class="story-subtitle">Ready to sign your lease?</h2> <span>✦</span>  <h3 class="story-author">By <a href="#"></a>Lea</h3> </div> </div> <nav> <<link "New Game" "Intro">><</link>> <<link "Settings">><<run UI.settings();>><</link>> </nav> </div> <div class="credit">✦ Template by <a href="https://outoftheblue-if.tumblr.com" target="_blank">Vahnya</a> ✦</div>

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// FOR SETTING STATS THAT NEED TO BE IN PLAY AT THE START OF THE STORY {MC} <<set $p_name to "">> <<set $p_lastname to "">> <<set $p_nn to "">> <<set $vice to "">> <<set $firstkiss to "" <<set $virgin to false>> <<set $virlossto "">> <<set $pr_cn "">> <<set $drink to "">> {Character Creator}} <<set $height to "">> <<set $skin to "">> <<set $eye_color to "">> <<set $glasses to false>> <<set $contacts to false>> <<set $hair_color to "">> <<set $hair_texture to "">> <<set $hair_length to "">> <<set $build to "">> <<set $skinmarks to false>> <<set $scars to false>> <<set $tattoos to false>> <<set $style to "">> <<set $piercings to false>> <<set $tattoos_type to "">> <<set $skinmarks_type to "">> <<set $scars_type to "">> <<set $piercings_type to "">> {Stats} <<set $shy to 50>> <<set $friendly to 50>> <<set $sincere to 50>> <<set $optimistic to 50>> {MC Gender} <<set $p_gender to "">> <<set $p_person to "">> <<set $p_heshe to "">> <<set $p_HeShe to "">> <<set $p_himher to "">> <<set $p_hisher to "">> <<set $p_HisHer to "">> <<set $p_hishers to "">> <<set $p_himself to "">> <<set $p_child to "">> <<set $p_sibling to "">> <<set $p_MX to "">> <<set $p_kid to "">> <<set $pronouns_plural to false>> {Approval} <<set $c_approval to 50>> <<set $g_approval to 50>> <<set $k_approval to 50>> <<set $m_approval to 50>> <<set $i_approval to 50>> <<set $a_approval to 50>> <<set $kai_approval to 50>> <<set $dog_approval to 50>> {Menu} <<set $Achievements to false>> <<set $Character to false>> <<set $Relationships to false>> {RO Codex} <<set $g_name_met to false>> <<set $Cam to false>> <<set $Kara to false>> <<set $m_name_met to false>> <<set $Isaac to false>> <<set $Ardent to false>> {Achievements} <<set $BackToReality to false>> <<set $Bestie to false>> <<set $Grouchencounter to false>> <<set $Beautywithacommand to false>> <<set $LongTimeNoSee to false>> <<set $NaiveNarrator to false>> <<set $CourierofNightfall to false>> {Chris} <<set $ch_name to "">> <<set $ch_gender to "">> <<set $ch_person to "">> <<set $ch_heshe to "">> <<set $ch_HeShe to "">> <<set $ch_himher to "">> <<set $ch_hisher to "">> <<set $ch_HisHer to "">> <<set $ch_hishers to "">> <<set $ch_himself to "">> <<set $ch_sibling to "">> <<set $ch_MX to "">> {Dog} <<set $d_name to "">> <<set $dogbreed to "">> <<set $dfcolor to "">> <<set $d_gender to "">> <<set $d_heshe to "">> <<set $d_HeShe to "">> <<set $d_himher to "">> <<set $d_hisher to "">> <<set $d_HisHer to "">> <<set $d_hishers to "">> <<set $d_himself to "">> {G} <<set $g_name to "">> <<set $g_gender to "">> <<set $g_person to "">> <<set $g_heshe to "">> <<set $g_HeShe to "">> <<set $g_himher to "">> <<set $g_hisher to "">> <<set $g_HisHer to "">> <<set $g_hishers to "">> <<set $g_himself to "">> <<set $g_MX to "">> <<set $gromance to false>> <<set $g_boyfriend to "">> <<set $g_met to false>> {M} <<set $m_name to "">> <<set $m_gender to "">> <<set $m_person to "">> <<set $m_heshe to "">> <<set $m_HeShe to "">> <<set $m_himher to "">> <<set $m_hisher to "">> <<set $m_HisHer to "">> <<set $m_hishers to "">> <<set $m_himself to "">> <<set $m_MX to "">> <<set $m_met to false>> {Side Story Specific} <<set $pnamess to "">> <<set $pgender to "">> <<set $pperson to "">> <<set $pheshe to "">> <<set $pHeShe to "">> <<set $phimher to "">> <<set $phisher to "">> <<set $pHisHer to "">> <<set $phishers to "">> <<set $phimself to "">> <<set $pMX to "">> <<set $pronounsplural to false>> <<set $ggender to "">> <<set $gname to "">> <<set $ggender to "">> <<set $gperson to "">> <<set $gheshe to "">> <<set $gHeShe to "">> <<set $ghimher to "">> <<set $ghisher to "">> <<set $gHisHer to "">> <<set $ghishers to "">> <<set $ghimself to "">> <<set $gMX to "">> <<set $mgender to "">> <<set $mname to "">> <<set $mgender to "">> <<set $mperson to "">> <<set $mheshe to "">> <<set $mHeShe to "">> <<set $mhimher to "">> <<set $mhisher to "">> <<set $mHisHer to "">> <<set $mhishers to "">> <<set $mhimself to "">> <<set $mMX to "">> <<set $chgender to "">> <<set $chname to "">> <<set $chgender to "">> <<set $chperson to "">> <<set $chheshe to "">> <<set $chHeShe to "">> <<set $chhimher to "">> <<set $chhisher to "">> <<set $chHisHer to "">> <<set $chhishers to "">> <<set $chhimself to "">> <<set $chMX to "">>

<<if $Character is true>><li> <<link "Character" "Character">><<statPage>><</link>> </li><</if>> <<if $Relationships is true>><li> <<link "Relationships" "Relationships">><<statPage>><</link>></li><</if>> <<if $Achievements is true>><li> <<link "Achievements" "Achievements">><<statPage>><</link>></li><</if>> <li> <<link "Credits" "Credits">><<statPage>><</link>> </li> <li> <<link "Side Stories" "Side Stories">><<statPage>><</link>> </li>

<div class="box header"> <h1>$p_name $p_lastname</h1> <h2>"$p_nn"</h2> <span class="star">✦</span> <ul class="facts"> <li>Gender: $p_gender</li> <li>Vice: $vice</li> <li>Dog Name: $d_name</li> <li>PR Company :$pr_cn</li> </ul> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>You're $height, your body is $build. You have $eye_color eyes, and $skin skin. Your hair is $hair_color, $hair_texture and $hair_length.</i> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Personality</h3><<silently>> <<set _bold to 100 - $shy>> <<set _reserved to 100 - $friendly>><</silently>> <div class="stat-group"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Shy $shy%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Bold _bold%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="shy"></div> </div> </div> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Friendly $friendly%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Reserved _reserved%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="friendly"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3></h3><<silently>> <<set _sarcastic to 100 - $sincere>> <<set _jaded to 100 - $optimistic>><</silently>> <div class="stat-group"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Sincere $sincere%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Sarcastic _sarcastic%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="sincere"></div> </div> </div> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Optimistic $optimistic%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Jaded _jaded%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="optimistic"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

<h1>Title</h1> <h2>Subtitle</h2>  <div class="stat-passage"> <ul class="facts"> <li>$pg</li> <li>$age</li> <li>Human</li> </ul> </div> <br><br> <div class="box blank"> <h2>Appearance</h2> <i>$firstname is tall and of average size with golden blond hair and pale skin.</i> </div>  <div class="stat-passage"> <div class="box blank">  <h3>Personality</h3> <div class="stat-group"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Kind 70%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Cruel 30%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Shy 70%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Bold 30%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box blank"> <h3>Skills</h3> <div class="stat-group"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Embroidery</span> <span>✦</span> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Dancing</span> <span>✦</span> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"><<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>></span>

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<div class="story-banner"> <div class="content">  <h1 class="story-title">Love and Leases</h1>  <i class="fa-regular fa-heart"></i>  <h2 class="story-subtitle">Ready to sign your lease?</h2> <span>✦</span>  <h3 class="story-author">By <a href="#"></a>Lea</h3> </div> </div>

Straightening your shoulders you stretch, causing an audible pop, then turn to walk over to the large windows, pulling the curtains open fully to allow the sun to filter in. Oddly, you don’t feel the heat of it against your skin. Before you can think more about it, you turn to make your way to the bedroom door. The smell of coffee and what you can only assume is breakfast greets you as you walk down the hall, passing an office, and a guest room, then towards the rest of the apartment. The transition from the hall to the open living area is seamless. You weren’t sure of the open floor plan when picking out the apartment due to the ability to be able to see right into the kitchen as soon as you enter. But it has since grown on you. To your left, the kitchen sits, with granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances you had been more than happy to pay extra for when signing the lease. The smell of coffee and food makes your stomach let out a grumble. “I heard that.” comes a voice. You watch as they turn their head to face you. Their pale blonde hair glistened slightly from a recent shower. Their crystal blue eyes look you over. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> <<link 'She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, grinning at you in the process.' 'dream sequence 1.3'>> <<set $ch_name to "Chris"; $ch_gender to "Female"; $ch_person to "woman"; $ch_heshe to "she"; $ch_HeShe to "She"; $ch_himher to "her"; $ch_hisher to "her"; $ch_HisHer to "Her"; $ch_hishers to "hers"; $ch_sibling to "sister"; $ch_MX to "Miss"; $ch_himself to "herself">> <</link>> </div> <div class="choice"><<link 'He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, grinning at you in the process.' 'dream sequence 1.3'>> <<set $ch_name to "Chris"; $ch_gender to "Male"; $ch_person to "man"; $ch_heshe to "he"; $ch_HeShe to "He"; $ch_himher to "him"; $ch_hisher to "his"; $ch_HisHer to "His"; $ch_hishers to "his"; $ch_sibling to "brother"; $ch_MX to "Mr"; $ch_himself to "himself">> <</link>> </div> </div><</nobr>>

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<div class="box header"> <h1>Ardent Pine</h1> <span class="star">✦</span> <ul class="facts"> <li>Male</li> <li>35</li> <li>Landlord</li> </ul> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="box"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span></span> <span>✦</span> <span>$a_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="a_approval"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>A muscular body type. Standing at 6’4’ (193 cm). Broad, with strong arms and strong thighs. A warm olive skin tone, with slightly hooded brown eyes. A straight nose, and strong brow. His hair color used to be a warm brown, now with a hint of grey on the edges. His hair falls to his chin and is often tucked out of the way or pulled up into a hairtie. He has scars on his forearms and one on his lip. </i> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

<div class="box header"> <h1>Cameron "Cam" Clarke</h1> <span class="star">✦</span> <ul class="facts"> <li>Male</li> <li>27</li> <li>Photographer</li> </ul> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="box"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span></span> <span>✦</span> <span>$c_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="c_approval"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Fair skin and a dusting of freckles. Warm-copper hair, falling just below his ears curling slightly. Slim athletic build, broad shoulders, a smaller waist. Standing at 6'2' (187 cm.) Almond-shaped eyes, the left a warm brown, the right eye deep green. A slightly chiseled jaw, straight nose, and full lips. Has several ear piercings and a scar on his left ear lobe. One dimple on his left cheek. </i> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

<div class="box header"> <h1>$g_name Kim</h1> <span class="star">✦</span> <ul class="facts"> <li>$g_gender</li> <li>29</li> <li>Veterinarian</li> </ul> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="box"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span></span> <span>✦</span> <span>$g_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="g_approval"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Warm-neutral skin-tone. Warm dark brown almost black monolid eyes. A lean build standing at 5’10’ (177 cm). Midnight black hair. Medium lips and a slim nose. A beauty mark under their left eye and another on the right side of their neck. </i> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

<div class="box header"> <h1>Kara Clarke</h1> <span class="star">✦</span> <ul class="facts"> <li>Female</li> <li>24</li> <li>Receptionist</li> </ul> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="box"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span></span> <span>✦</span> <span>$k_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="k_approval"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>She has a curvy build, with a warm skin tone. Standing at 5’4' (162 cm). Round blue eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and dainty lips. Her hair falls above her waist, dyed a nice light blonde shade, the front layered and falls just above her bust. She has a few body piercings. </i> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

<div class="box header"> <h1>$m_name Wilkens</h1> <span class="star">✦</span> <ul class="facts"> <li>$m_gender</li> <li>30</li> <li>Writer</li> </ul> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="box"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span></span> <span>✦</span> <span>$m_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="m_approval"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Their skin is a nice warm-neutral shade. A soft build standing at 5'7' (170 cm.) Their eyes are slightly downturned with a slight crease and are a nice warm honey shade. Their hair is black and messy with a slight wave. Every time you see them they have dark bags under their eyes. </i> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

<div class="box header"> <h1>Isaac Allen</h1> <span class="star">✦</span> <ul class="facts"> <li>Male/NB</li> <li>26</li> <li>Courier</li> </ul> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="box"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span></span> <span>✦</span> <span>$i_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="i_approval"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>They have an athletic build and are broad. Standing at 6’ (182 cm), with a warm umber skin tone. Their hair is curly, and a warm black shade falls just below their ears. They have a strong jawline. Their upturned eyes are a nice steel blue shade. They have full lips and a straight nose. They have several arm tattoos. As well as some body piercings. </i> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

<<set $p_gender to "female"; $p_person to "woman"; $p_heshe to "she": $p_himher to "her"; $p_hisher to "her"; $p_HisHer to "Her"; $p_hishers to "hers"; $p_himself to "herself"; <</link>> Cam/Kara/Isaac/Ardent's gender is set. Below is for G and M's gender. <<link '1. The woman smiles at you.' 'Next Passage'>> <<set $g_name to "Garnet"; $g_gender to "female"; $g_person to "woman"; $g_heshe to "she"; $g_HeShe to "She"; $g_himher to "her"; $g_hisher to "her"; $g_HisHer to "Her" $g_hishers to "hers"; $g_himself to "herself"; $g_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <</link>> <<link '2. The man smiles at you.' 'Next Passage'>> <<set $g_name to "Gage"; $g_gender to "male"; $g_person to "man"; $g_heshe to "he"; $g_HeShe to "He"; $g_himher to "him"; $g_hisher to "his"; $g_HisHer to "His"; $g_hishers to "his"; $g_himself to "himself"; $g_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <</link>> m <<link '1. The woman smiles at you.' 'Next Passage'>> <<set $m_name to "Melody"; $m_gender to "female"; $m_person to "woman"; $m_heshe to "she"; $m_HeShe to "She"; $m_himher to "her"; $m_hisher to "her"; $m_HisHer to "Her"; $m_hishers to "hers"; $m_himself to "herself"; $m_boyfriend to "girlfriend">> <</link>> <<link '2. The man smiles at you.' 'Next Passage'>> <<set $m_name to "Markus"; $m_gender to "male"; $m_person to "man"; $m_heshe to "he"; $m_HeShe to "He"; $m_himher to "him"; $m_hisher to "his"; $m_HisHer to "His"; $m_hishers to "his"; $m_himself to "himself" $m_boyfriend to "boyfriend">> <</link>> NB <<link '3. The person smiles at you.' 'Next Passage'>> <<set $a_name to "Alix"; $a_gender to "nonbinary"; $a_person to "person"; $a_heshe to "they"; $a_himher to "them"; $a_hisher to "their"; $a_hishers to "theirs"; $a_himself to "themself"; $pronouns_plural to true>> <</link>> Chris gender <<link '1. The woman smiles at you.' 'Next Passage'>> <<set $c_name to "Chris"; $c_gender to "female"; $c_person to "woman"; $c_heshe to "she"; $c_himher to "her"; $c_hisher to "her"; $c_hishers to "hers"; $c_himself to "herself">> <</link>> <<link '2. The man smiles at you.' 'Next Passage'>> <<set $c_name to "Chris"; $c_gender to "male"; $c_person to "man"; $c_heshe to "he"; $c_himher to "him"; $c_hisher to "his"; $c_hishers to "his"; $c_himself to "himself">> <</link>>

<<link '1. The woman smiles at you.' 'else'>> <<set $m_name to "Melody"; $m_gender to "Female"; $m_person to "woman"; $m_heshe to "she"; $m_himher to "her"; $m_hisher to "her"; $m_hishers to "hers"; $m_himself to "herself">> <</link>> <<link '2. The man smiles at you.' 'else'>> <<set $m_name to "Markus"; $m_gender to "Male"; $m_person to "man"; $m_heshe to "he"; $m_himher to "him"; $m_hisher to "his"; $m_hishers to "his"; $m_himself to "himself">> <</link>> <<set $kindness to 20>> [[next|else]] Slowly and subtly, your skintone starts to shift from an ashy grey to a healthy <<cycle "$skin" autoselect>> <<option "ivory">> <<option "rosy">> <<option "olive">> <<option "bronze">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "ebony">> <</cycle>> hue.

<i class="fa-regular fa-heart"></i> You take her outreached hand. What's was your vice for the breakup? <<set $Achievements to true>> <<set $Character to true>> <<set $Relationships to true>> <<link 'sex' 'getting over chris'>> <<set $vice to "Sex">> <</link>> <<link 'alcohol' 'getting over chris'>> <<set $vice to "Alcohol">> <</link>> <<link 'smoking' 'getting over chris'>> <<set $vice to "Smoking">> <</link>> <<link 'work' 'getting over chris'>> <<set $vice to "Working">> <</link>> [[1. Chaos choice.|nada][$kindness to Math.clamp($kindness + 50, 0, 100)]]

hearts ❤️ ♡ ❤ ♡ [[<i class="fa-regular fa-heart"></i> <<set $cam_approval to Math.clamp($cam_approval + 5, 0, 100)>> <<link "Skills" "Stat Page 1">><<statPage>><</link> ✦ <<button "Button" "More Styles">><</button>>

<<set $fn to "Lea">> <<set $ln to "Lynx">> <<set $pg to "Female">> <<set $age to "30s">> <<set $nn to "Cam's favorite">>

<div class="box header"> <h3>Achievements</h3> </div> <div class="box"> <<if $BackToReality is true>> Back To Reality : You woke up from a bad dream. <</if>> </div> <div class="box"> <<if $Bestie is true>> Bestie: You met Cam. <</if>> </div> <div class="box"> <<if $Grouchencounter is true>> Grounch Encounter: You met Ardent. <</if>> </div> <div class="box"> <<if $Beautywithacommand is true>> Beauty with a Command: You met Kara. <</if>> </div> <div class="box"> <<if $LongTimeNoSee is true>> Long Time No See: You met $g_name. <</if>> </div> <div class="box"> <<if $NaiveNarrator is true>> Naive Narrator: You met $m_name. <</if>> </div> <div class="box"> <<if $CourierofNightfall is true>> Courier of Nightfall: You met Isaac. <</if>> </div> <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span>

"$ch_name." as you whisper $ch_hisher name, you can feel a knot form in your stomach. It felt as if $ch_hisher name was a swear on your lips, feeling as if you hadn’t said it in so long. "Good morning." $ch_heshe smiles at you, an easy smile gracing $ch_hisher lips, causing you to pause. You can see $ch_hisher lips moving, yet you hear nothing. Chris's brows furrow ever so slightly as $ch_hisher lips continue to move. Repeating something you can’t quite hear. <i> My name, $ch_heshe is saying my name. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|First Name]]</div><</nobr>>

character originals before messing to get code working <div class="box header"> <h1>Cameron "Cam" Clarke</h1> <ul class="facts"> <li>Male</li> <li>27</li> <li>Freelance Photographer</li> </ul> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. </i> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Approval</span> <span>✦</span> <span>$cam_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="cam approval"></div> </div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span> --------------------------------<div class="box header"> <h1>$g_name Kim</h1> <ul class="facts"> <li>$g_gender</li> <li>29</li> <li>Veterinarian</li> </ul> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. </i> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="stat"> <span>$g_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Approval</span> <span>✦</span> <span>$g_approval%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar" id="gapproval"></div> </div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span> ------------------ <div class="box header"> <h1>Kara Clarke</h1> <ul class="facts"> <li>female</li> <li>24</li> <li>Receptionist</li> </ul> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. </i> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="stat"> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span> ----------------------------------------------- <div class="box header"> <h1> $m_name Wilkens</h1> <ul class="facts"> <li>$m_gender</li> <li>30</li> <li>Writer</li> </ul> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. </i> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="stat"> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span> ----------------------------------------------- <div class="box header"> <h1>Isaac Allen</h1> <ul class="facts"> <li>male/nb</li> <li>26</li> <li>Courier</li> </ul> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. </i> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="stat"> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span> ------------------------------------------------------- <div class="box header"> <h1>Ardent Pine</h1> <ul class="facts"> <li>male</li> <li>35</li> <li>Landlord</li> </ul> </div> <div class="box"> <h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. </i> </div>  <div class="box">  <h3>Relationship</h3> <div class="stat"> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"> <<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>> </span> -----------------------------

<<link '1. The woman smiles at you.' 'somewhere'>> <<set $g_name to "Garnet"; $g_gender to "Female"; $g_person to "woman"; $g_heshe to "she"; $g_himher to "her"; $g_hisher to "her"; $g_hishers to "hers"; $g_himself to "herself">> <</link>> <<link '2. The man smiles at you.' 'somewhere'>> <<set $g_name to "Gage"; $g_gender to "Male"; $g_person to "man"; $g_heshe to "he"; $g_himher to "him"; $g_hisher to "his"; $g_hishers to "his"; $g_himself to "himself">> <</link>>

$ch_HisHer voice finally reaches you. "$p_name. $p_name, are you listening?" "Oh, ah, yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?" "That I was on my way to get you for breakfast. Come on, it'll be done soon.” Chris motions for you to follow $ch_himher. You hesitate momentarily then walk after $ch_himher. A discarded towel sits atop the granite surface, flecks of flour contrast against the darkness of the stone. A recipe book lies open, flipped to a page for pancakes. A half-drunk cup sits atop the page, white and pristine, bearing a striking contrast with a reddish mark on the rim. A frown forms on your face as you take a closer look—an unfamiliar shade of lipstick. Unease settles in your chest. But before you can grasp the cup and inspect it further, Chris grabs it. Walking toward the sink, emptying it of its contents, and running it under the water to clean it. "I was-" "Getting ready to eat the best pancakes of your life? Made them just for you." $ch_heshe looks back at you and then nod toward the oven. "You sure that's safe? Last time you nearly caught the apartment on fire." $ch_HeShe doesn't miss the hint of amusement in your voice. "That happened one time. And, I have you know I've gotten better since then." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.3c]]</div><</nobr>>

to notify of achievement gained <<notify 3s>>Achievement: Back To Reality<</notify>> <<set $c_approval to 50>> <<set $g_approval to 50>> <<set $k_approval to 50>> <<set $m_approval to 50>> <<set $i_approval to 50>> <<set $a_approval to 50>>

<b>Love and Leases</b> is a slice-of-life interactive novel. Where drama, romance, and betrayal intertwine to create your story. With everything seemingly falling into place, life decides to throw you for a loop. After losing your fiancé, sister, perfect apartment, and beloved dog in rapid succession, you're left shattered and directionless. Caught between the past and present, you grapple with the choices ahead: to rebuild your life or forge a new one, to reclaim what was lost, or to let it go. As you navigate the unfamiliar terrain of your new surroundings, you're faced with opportunities for love, friendship, and self-discovery. As the year unfolds, you must decide whether to cling to the past or embrace the future. Each decision you make shapes not only your immediate future but the trajectory of your life moving forward, and those around you. Will you seek revenge or reconcile with your past? ✦<b>Warning</b>✦ This WIP is rated 18+ for language, sexual content, drug/alcohol use, and more. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.1]]</div><</nobr>>

<<nobr>><div class="footer"> <i class="fa-solid fa-circle-arrow-right"></i> </div><</nobr>>

<h2>✦What's your surname?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>> <<textbox "$p_lastname" "">> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $p_lastname is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Cameron">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Cam">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Gage">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Garnet">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Markus">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Melody">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Isaac">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Ardent">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Jade">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_lastname is "Chris">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("Nickname")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span> <<link 'View Suggestions'>><<run Dialog.setup("Surname Suggestions"); Dialog.wiki(Story .get("Surname Suggestions") .processText( ) ); Dialog.open( );>><</link>> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> </div><</nobr>>

<<set $Character to true>> <<link "Cam" "Cam">><<statPage>><</link>> </div>

<h2>✦What's your name?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>> <<textbox "$p_name" "">> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $p_name is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Cameron">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Cam">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Gage">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Garnet">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Markus">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Melody">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Isaac">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Ardent">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Jade">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_name is "Chris">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("Last Name")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span> <<link 'View Suggestions'>><<run Dialog.setup("Name Suggestions"); Dialog.wiki(Story .get("Name Suggestions") .processText( ) ); Dialog.open( );>><</link>> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> </div><</nobr>>

<h2> ✦What's your dog's fur color?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>> <label><<radiobutton "$dfcolor" "black" checked>> black</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dfcolor" "brown" >> brown</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dfcolor" "grey" >> grey</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dfcolor" "tan" >> tan</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dfcolor" "speckled" >> speckled</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dfcolor" "white" >> white</label> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Confirm Dog]]</div><</nobr>>

<h2>✦What's your dog's name?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>> <<textbox "$d_name" "">> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $d_name is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Cameron">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Cam">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Gage">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Garnet">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Markus">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Melody">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Isaac">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Ardent">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Jade">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $d_name is "Chris">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("Dog Breed")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span> <<link 'View Suggestions'>><<run Dialog.setup("Dog Name Suggestions"); Dialog.wiki(Story .get("Dog Name Suggestions") .processText( ) ); Dialog.open( );>><</link>> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> </div><</nobr>>

<h2> ✦What's type of dog do you have?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Cavalier King Charles Spaniel" >> Cavalier King Charles Spaniel</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Dobermann" >> Dobermann</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Finnish Lapphund" >> Finnish Lapphund</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "German Shepherd" >> German Shepherd</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Great Pyrenees" >> Great Pyrenees</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Jindo" >> Jindo</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "mutt" >> Mutt</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Papillon" >> Papillon</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Pekignese" >> Pekignese</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Toy Poodle" >> Toy Poodle</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Shih Tzu" >> Shih Tzu</label> <label><<radiobutton "$dogbreed" "Wolf-Husky mix" >> Wolf-Husky mix</label> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Dog Fur Color]]</div><</nobr>>

$d_HeShe paws your leg once more. Looking up at you $d_hisher eyes pleading for you to be the one whose petting $d_himher. $d_HeShe rub's $d_hisher head against you, removing $d_himself from Chris's touch in the process. Chris scoffs, standing up straight and crossing $ch_hisher arms. Looking down at your furry companion as $d_heshe continue's to paw at your leg. "I see how it is. I'm the one who adopted you and yet you prefer $p_name." "Yeah, but you adopted $d_himher for <i>me</i>. $d_HeShe knows who $d_hisher parent is, can't blame $d_himher for that now can you?" You grin, knowing very well that Chris has always been jealous of the attention the dog gives you over them. While Chris might have been the one to pick $d_himher out, ever since that graduation day when you had been gifted them, you two have been inseparable. "Yeah, yeah. Excuses. I know when I'm not wanted. Anyways, you going to say hello to them or what?" <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Name Dog]]</div><</nobr>>

$d_name walks towards you, $d_hisher eyes bright with anticipation. The familiar feeling of $d_hisher cool wet nose, nudging your hand. A wistful expression graces your face, as you crouch down to get closer to $d_himher. To feel the comforting weight of $d_hisher presence by your side. "$d_name." There's a catch in your throat, a subtle hitch of your tone. It cracks slightly as $d_hisher name leaves your lips. $d_HisHer name is like a haunting melody to your ears, one fraught with sorrow and longing. Chris's brows pinch, noticing the quiver in your voice. At your acknowledgment, $d_name leans into your touch. $d_HisHer body trembles from the eagerness to receive your affection. Something as simple as running your hand through $d_hisher $dfcolor fur, or how you stroke $d_hisher paw when $d_heshe nap's is enough to please them. Chris takes your hand, tugging you back to $ch_himher. As $ch_heshe leans forward, $ch_hisher forehead rests against yours as $ch_heshe closes $ch_hisher eyes. $ch_HisHer hold tightens around you possessively. $d_name whines, as Chris holds you even tighter, not wanting to let you go. "Chris?" Chris doesn't answer at first, instead $ch_hisher fingers rubbing imaginary patterns along your sides as $ch_heshe looks you over. $ch_HeShe only lets you go to pull a small box out of $ch_hisher pocket, black velvet with a green bow tightly wrapped around it. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.9]]</div><</nobr>>

"Open it." $ch_HeShe urges you, pushing it into your hands. You take your time untying the bow, and popping the box open. "Isn't this?" $ch_HeShe nods, "Your Aunt Emma, she said out of your sister Jade and you, that you would be getting married first. So, you should have it. I was going to wait until the wedding day but, I mean look at it, I couldn't." Chris hugs you tightly, $ch_hisher arms warm and secure around you as $ch_heshe whispers, "I love you." You look at $ch_himher, watching as $ch_hisher lips form the words, but something feels off. The sincerity in $ch_hisher eyes doesn't quite match the warmth of $ch_hisher embrace. Behind you, whispering into your ear, you hear $ch_hisher voice again, this time dripping with mockery, <b><i>You didn't actually believe me, did you? That I loved you?</i></b> Your heart pounds as you pull away, turning to face the source of the voice. The warmth of the room evaporates, replaced by an icy chill that seeps into your bones. The world around you shifts. You turn, but you’re no longer in the kitchen, in the warm embrace of your fiancé. Instead, you’re in the hall, your body on autopilot as you insert the key and twist the handle about to push the door open. The hair on your arms rise, and your shoulders tense. <b><i> Open it. You have to look. </i></b> "Chris?" You turn to see if $ch_heshe's behind you but there's no one. The unsettling feeling in your stomach refuses to be ignored, leaving you on edge as you grasp for answers until you enter the apartment. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

Oh $p_heshe <<if $pronouns_plural is true>> are<<else>>is<</if>> your favorite?

Chris picks up a spatula, pointing towards you and then back toward the pan, gesturing to the pancake as if to say <i>See.</i> $ch_HeShe slide's the spatula underneath it, chewing on $ch_hisher lips, brows furrowed in the process. "You were up late last night," Chris mumbles, focusing on the task in front of $ch_himher. Taking the now empty mixing bowl you place it in the sink. Busying yourself as Chris cooks before replying, "Just a bit, a potential client is coming in a few weeks, they just want to see what kind of PR company Infinity is. So-" "So, they got the best of the best." Chris wiggles $ch_hisher brows at you. $ch_HeShe finally manages to coax the pancake from the pan, with a quick flick of the wrist $ch_heshe attempts to flip it, but $ch_heshe's too fast in $ch_hisher movement, too rushed. The pancake falls into the pan, causing the excessive amount of butter to splatter upwards, scalding $ch_himher in the process. "Shit!" $ch_HeShe hissed, jerking $ch_hisher hand away from the skillet. "Here, run it under the tap." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> [[You take their hand, walking them over to the sink.|dream sequence 1.3d]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[You walk over turning on the tap, waiting for them to follow.|dream sequence 1.3e]]</div> </div><</nobr>>

You both walk wordlessly over to the tap, only dropping $ch_hisher hand to turn on the faucet. You place your hands under the running water, testing the temperature. Instead, you feel nothing. You grab the handle, turning it in the opposite direction to see if the water turns warm. Still nothing. Chris doesn’t seem to notice your confusion, as as $ch_heshe silently watches you. You grab $ch_hisher wrist, letting the water wash over $ch_hisher scalded skin. With a soft voice $ch_heshe whispers, “That doesn’t count as me messing up breakfast.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.3f]]</div><</nobr>>

You chuckle, at $ch_hisher pouting face. "The fact that none of you can cook must be a Clarke family curse or something." Your tone teasing. Chris eyes you seriously, "I can cook!" $ch_heshe says defensively. It's not surprising that Chris gets defensive whenever someone mentions $ch_heshe don’t excel at something. $ch_HeShe has been that way since you met $ch_himher. Always quick to defend $ch_himself. There was one thing you could be certain of, and it’s that Chris Clarke is perfect. At least in their eyes. It was something you found cute when you first started dating. Chris would frown and deny that $ch_heshe would ever be unskilled at something. $ch_HeShe was so adamant about being good at things. Sometimes even the dumbest of things. $ch_HisHer brows pinch together, giving you a glimpse of a small wrinkle between them. Something $ch_hisher mother would frequently mention getting a Botox injection for. Chris take's the discarded towel, drying $ch_hisher hands haphazardly before looking you over. "At least I tried, right? I guess this means we’re going out for breakfast." $ch_heshe shoots you a grin. "Oh, why $ch_MX. Clarke, what’s the special occasion?" you playfully bat your lashes at $ch_himher. Chris walks towards you, hands circling your waist, and kisses the tip of your nose. “Don’t tell me you forgot what tomorrow is?" “How could I forget, tomorrow is my –“ Chris laughs at you, as $ch_hisher lips travel to your neck and playfully nips at the sensitive skin, <i>"Our."</i> "<i>Our</i> anniversary, which means our wedding is in less than three months." $ch_HeShe pulls back, just enough to look at you, still holding you tightly. "I can't believe it." You meet $ch_hisher gaze, your eyes questioning them. "That I get to marry the.." "Hm?" <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Select Gender]]</div><</nobr>>

<h1> ✦ Chapter 1 ✦ </h1> <center><h2>"Waking up is easy, deciding what comes next is the hard part."</h2></center> Your breathing came in short, panicked gasps, and beads of sweat dot your forehead. Finally, the hands gripping your arms shake you one last time, just enough to pull you from your dream, a memory of <i>that</i> night. "$p_name, wake u-" Your eyes shoot open, wild and unfocused. In your disoriented state, you shoot up abruptly, your head colliding with that of your rescuer. You clutch your head with one hand, the other reaching out to pet $d_name. Still shaken, you blink rapidly, still trying to shake off the remnants of your dream. <i> That fucking dream again, no not a dream. A memory turned fucking nightmare. If I was going to dream it should have at least been realistic. Chris was mad the rest of the damn day from that joke I made about $ch_hisher cooking.</i> Once your breathing is under control, that's when it sinks in. $d_name isn't here. $d_HeShe never was, because Chris has $d_himher, because Jade has $d_himher. Sighing heavily, you look at the person before you. Cameron Clarke, or Cam for short, “Cammie” if you feel like making him squirm. He sits bent over; his head clutched in his hands. His messy copper hair curled slightly just below his ears, the front covering his face, you had no doubt there would be a red spot where your heads connected. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.1]]</div><</nobr>> <<notify 2s>>Achievement: Back To Reality<</notify>> <<set $BackToReality to true>> <<set $Achievements to true>>

“What the hell? Is your head made of lead?” he exclaims, his voice slightly husky, adding a gritty edge to its otherwise smooth and velvety timbre-a sultry, almost brooding quality to it. You glare at him; this only causes him to snicker. “I’ll show you lead.” You reach for the closest thing you can find, a hefty down pillow, and throw it at him. He barely ducks it, the pillow making a soft thud against the wall. “Hey, hey now.” Cam points a finger at you, wagging it in your direction. It only causes you to laugh. You attempt to grab it but he’s too fast, A shit-eating grin on his face, a grin that only makes the dimple on his left cheek more apparent. After a few more failed attempts, you both settle on the couch. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.2]]</div><</nobr>> <<notify 2s>>Unlocked Relationship Codex<</notify>> <<set $Relationships to true>> <<set $Cam to true>> <<set $c_approval to 50>>

The two of you have been friends for so long that your bond transcended words. A simple glance could communicate volumes. He turns his head in your direction; you don’t miss the look of worry in his gaze, his brow slightly furrowed. Without a word, you knew he was asking you if you were alright. After a moment you look up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile and nodding silently. It conveyed enough that you were fine, even if just for this moment. You had seen that look of worry countless times before, but one moment in particular sticks out in your mind. You had gone to see your aunt, who was at a local playground. Only to be greeted with a ball to the face. The one who threw it was Cam himself, the ball causing your nose to bleed. Something you hadn't noticed in the moment because you were too busy watching the small boy in front of you cry over the fact that he hurt you. Staring at you with that same worry in his eyes. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.3]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam’s been a part of your life, your best friend, since you were a child. It’s harder to imagine when he wasn’t in your life. A familiar thread woven through the tapestry of your memories. If you needed a wingman, a shoulder to cry on, someone to just rant to, even a late-night milkshake. You knew you could always turn to him, and he could rely on you just as much. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.4]]</div><</nobr>>

He’s been your best friend since you were a child, but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what a relationship with him would be like. This time together had made you start to question if you wanted <i>more</i> with him, if you could break the bounds of your friendship, see if there was more there. People used to always think you two were a couple, were they seeing something you were unable to due to your relationship with Chris? Would he get as flustered, has he ever wondered about it himself? Would your friendship be able to handle a breakup if it didn’t work out? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.4]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam has been your best friend since you were a child. The one person who knew you better than anyone else. His presence in your life is as natural as breathing. But there’s more to your feelings than just friendship. For as long as you can remember, you’ve had a crush on him. You were always worried acting out on it would ruin the bond you two share. Sometimes you could swear that the line between friendship and something more seemed to cross. It was as if the universe kept you two apart in that way. When you were single, he was dating someone, and then when you began to date Chris, Cam was single. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.4]]</div><</nobr>>

Both of your fates were sealed that day. <i>A blood pact.</i> He called it. Promising to protect you from then on. You thought it was silly, that you would never see that frail little boy ever again, but little did you know your Aunt Emma would become his nanny. His family became your family’s friends, his sibling Chris eventually your fiancé, and his sister Kara even became a good friend. Your lives began to blur together. The years had changed him from that shy boy on the playground to an outspoken man, hot-headed, and your very presence was the one thing that could calm him, able to soothe his anger like a balm. He was the first person you called that night. When you felt your world crumble around you. He offered you a place to stay, and never asked for anything in return. He’d follow you into hell if you asked. Singing, horribly, all the while. It was you two against the world, especially now. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> [[He's my best friend, my partner in crime.|Back to reality 1.3a]]</div> <div class="choice-romance"> [[He's my best friend, maybe someday I could want him to be more. But I'm not there yet.|Back to reality 1.3d]]</div> <div class="choice-romance"> [[He's my best friend, but I'm starting to want more.|Back to reality 1.3b]]</div> <div class="choice-romance"> [[He's my best friend, but I've always had a crush on him.|Back to reality 1.3c]]</div> </div> <</nobr>>

He brushes his hair out of his eyes, and you wince noticing the redness and slight swelling on his forehead, sticking out like a sore thumb against his fair complexion. A dusting of freckles graced his face. “What?” You point toward his forehead, “It, uh, there’s just a little bump.” Cam runs his hand along his forehead, swearing under his breath when his finger touches the raised skin. He groans, shoulders slumping, and turns to you. “Well, I’m still pretty, right?” He pushed his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, his eyes wide and pleading in a comically dramatic way. The early morning sun shining in the tall windows allows you to see him better. He’s tall and easily stands at six foot two. A slim, athletic build. His shoulders are broad, his waist slightly smaller. <i> A slutty waist he was always teased about.</i> You snort. Causing Cam to shoot you a look. When he heard you refer to his waist as that, he couldn’t look at you for the rest of that day. His ears and cheeks were vividly red. Much like they are now. His almond-shaped eyes look you over, the left a nice warm brown, while the right is a deep green. You don’t miss the slight glint in them, knowing Cam it's a mischevious one. His multiple ear piercings glimmer from the nearby light. It’s only now you notice how close you’re leaning toward him. Cam’s eyes widen, you can see his Adam’s apple bobble as he swallows. “Cam, are you feeling alright?” He tries to answer, instead turning to look at the kitchenette to the left of where you two sat. “I’m fine.” “You're as red as a-“ He stands briskly, cutting off what you were saying, “I-I need to go… piss, “he stuttered, his cheeks redder than before. Muttering to himself the entire way. <i> Poor Cam, he practically lives in that bathroom. </i> You had never noticed how much he went to the bathroom until you moved in. Sometimes, just in the middle of a conversation he would stand up and leave. Mumbling the entire time. You had just chalked it up to being one of his quirks. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.5]]</div><</nobr>> <<notify 2s>>Achievement: Bestie<</notify>> <<set $Bestie to true>>

The sound of Cam’s voice drifts to you on the couch, there was no way you were going to be able to go back to sleep, not after that little walk down memory lane. Your stomach lets out a loud, rumbling growl. Just now causing you to realize how hungry you were. With a sigh, you decide to get up and head to the kitchen to find something to eat. Yet, when you try to stand up from the couch, you realize your feet are tangled in the blanket you had been lying under. You struggle for a moment, trying to free yourself, but only managing to get more entangled. You can feel the frustration building and you yank at the fabric even harder. This causes you to wobble slightly, causing you to yelp, and stumble. Your arms flail as you struggle to gain your balance. With a few more awkward hops and one final yank, you manage to shake off the blanket, causing you to sigh in relief. The sound of clapping catches your attention, and you turn, seeing Cam standing in the bathroom doorway, a teasing grin across his face, eyes full of amusement. “As graceful as ever.” he grins mischievously, throwing you a thumbs up. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.6]]</div><</nobr>>

“You could have helped.” “Where would be the fun in that?” He teases. “Besides, that was the best show I’ve gotten to see in ages.” Rolling your eyes, to try and keep yourself from smiling at him as you flip him off. “Well then next time I’m charging you.” Cam places his hand on his chest, “Wow. Just for that, I’m not making you breakfast!” he exclaimed, his tone teasing. “Good, last thing we need is you burning the complex down or getting food poisoning.” “I said I was sorry for that. How long you gonna hold that over me?” Cam crosses his arms over his chest, lips downturned in a frown as he walks by you and playfully hits his shoulder against yours, causing you to laugh. “Long enough. I still can’t look at food the same.” You both make your way into the kitchen, which was hard enough given how small it is. As you walk toward the fridge, opening the door, you make a mental note of needing to get some groceries later in the day. Cam’s face peers over your shoulder, at the half-empty carton of milk, a random container of leftovers. A bottle of wine rests on its side at the bottom of the fridge. It had been the wine that was given to you on your engagement day. The day you had gone to pick up your things at your apartment, Cam decided to take it. <i>When we have something to celebrate, we can pop it open and drink it then. That asshole doesn’t deserve it.</i> Cam didn’t dare to hide the disdain in his voice about his $ch_sibling. <i>Okay, but what are we going to celebrate?</i> At the time you couldn’t think of what you would have to celebrate, not with all the things life had been throwing your way. <i>We’ll know it when it happens.</i> That was months ago, and now it’s just a reminder of how long you've been here. Sharing an apartment with your best friend. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.7]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $Character to true>> <<set $Relationships to true>> <<set $Cam to true>>

“Let me sniff the leftovers.” Cam’s voice pulls you from your memories. He’s close to your ear, his eyes staring intently at the old brown container. “Cam, no.” “Come on, what’s the worst that can happen? If it’s good, we can eat it.” “And if it’s bad?” He doesn’t say anything for a minute, clearly thinking over the repercussions of what would happen. He shrugs, “If it’s bad, you can eat it.” His grin causing you to give him one of your own. Turning to face him, you place your hands on his chest, readying yourself to playfully shove him. <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice"><<link ' Rolling my eyes, I playfully shove him "Shut up."' 'Back to reality 1.7a'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 2,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 2,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice"><<link ' I barely push him "Bite me."' 'Back to reality 1.7b'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 2,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link ' Once I touch his chest, I freeze.' 'Back to reality 1.7c'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy +2,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 3,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link ' I smirk, leaning in as I place my hands on his chest, "You can just eat me."' 'Back to reality 1.7d'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 3, 0, 100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 3, 0, 100)>><</link>></div></div><</nobr>>

Cam barely moves, his eyes shining with a playful glint. “What? I’m just saying I’m considerate enough to let you eat it.” You can’t help but shake your head at him. “It would probably be safer to eat than what you make.” The look you shoot him causes him to smile ruefully and rub the back of his neck. He couldn’t argue your point, because deep down he knew his cooking would do more harm than good. Intent on finding something to stave off your hunger, you walk towards the cabinets. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam’s eyes widen, his jaw goes slack. Your words caught him so off guard, that he easily falls backwards, thudding against the counter. To keep himself up, he had grabbed onto your arms, pulling you flush against him in the process. “What!?” His reaction just makes you want to tease him even more. “I said,” your tone light and teasing, “you can eat me.” You make sure to enunciate every word. He stammers, his voice betraying his flustered state. “Uh, wh-what do you mean? Eat you?” he repeated, his words coming out in a higher pitch than usual, cracking slightly. He can’t decide where to look, each time his eyes dart toward your face his cheeks burn brighter, unable to focus on one specific spot. Occasionally falling to look at your lips. With a satisfied grin, you push yourself away. <i> Guess I’ll give him a break, at least for now.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

You feel yourself stiffen, your gaze meeting one another. Cam’s breath catches in his throat, and he places a hand over the back of yours. You can feel his heartbeat against your palm, rough. You’re so close to one another, close enough to smell the scent of his body wash. It fills your senses. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, looking over the details of your face. Cam leans closer to you, the feel of his breath along your cheeks as he whispers, “Cat got your tongue?” He smirks, and it causes you to blush even more. You try to say something, anything, instead you feel the heat on your cheeks, and shoving Cam. Intent on finding something to stave off your hunger, you walk towards the cabinets. “H..hungry!” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

Your hand softly presses against his chest. Cam finding it in himself to pretend you shoved him much harder than you did. He walks backwards a few steps, looking you over before throwing his hands up in defeat. “I’m sorry, but no matter how hungry I get I cannot resort to eating my best friend.” He teases. “Well,” you walk closer to him “at least that makes one of us.” You grin, and Cam starts to snicker. Laughter bubbling out of him. Intent on finding something to stave off your hunger, you walk towards the cabinets. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

He clears his throat, before straightening himself and crossing his arms across his chest. His eyes study your face as you look around the kitchen, much like the rest of the apartment it’s small and cramped, with barely enough space to move around. The beige linoleum floor had been peeling in places since he moved in, revealing worn-out plywood underneath. The walls were no longer crisp white, instead stained and yellow, much like the ceiling that showed signs of water damage. The cabinets were mismatched, some with broken hinges, others missing handles completely. The countertops weren’t any better, what was once black was now a dull grey, with scratches and chips along them. The sink on the opposite wall was stained and rusted. A small stove sat across from you, only two burners worked, and the oven door handle had to be touched gently or it would fall off as well. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Set height Back to reality 1.9]]</div><</nobr>>

There was no semblance of privacy in an apartment this size, when they listed it as a studio apartment, they meant it. The only interior walls to break up the space were of the bathroom that was nestled behind the “bedroom”. Which only consisted of Cam’s bed just a few feet from the couch you frequented. To say it was rundown would be an understatement, but for now, it was home. Your stomach grumbles again, intent on finding something to stave off your hunger, you walk towards the cabinets. Thankfully Cam had left it partially open, allowing you to see a small box of cereal on the top shelf. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Even on my tiptoes, I can't reach it. I'm very short.|Back to reality 1.9a][$height to "very short"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[Standing on my tiptoes, I can almost reach it. Even though I'm short.|Back to reality 1.9b][$height to "short"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[With just a little bit of a stretch, I can reach it. I'm average height.|Back to reality 1.9c][$height to "average"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[I have no trouble grabbing it, I'm tall.|Back to reality 1.9d][$height to "tall"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[I have no problem reaching it. I'm very tall.|Back to reality 1.9e][$height to "very tall"]]</div> <</nobr>>

You roll your eyes so dramatically, and the laughter bubbles out of Cam’s mouth. “Ugh, do you still have to call me that?” Cam watches your expression, before scratching his chin as if he’s really thinking about it. But you know better. He nods, “Have to. That’s the first thing I remember noticing about you when we met, that you were so <i>red.</i>” You playfully punch his shoulder, grabbing two bowls from one of the lower hanging cabinets. “It’s your fault for hitting me in the face.” You empty the contents of the cereal into each bowl, carrying yours with you as you sit on the couch, starting to munch on the dry cereal. “I would do it all over again.” Cam takes his bowl and follows suit, the couch dips under his weight as he sits beside you. Grabbing a large handful of the cereal, he tosses one piece up and tries to catch it in his mouth. He nearly comes close to catching it, if you count the cereal hitting him in his eye. He swears under his breath before tossing several pieces into his mouth at once. You both begin to eat in silence until your meager breakfast is no more. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.11]]</div><</nobr>>

“Wow, coming from $p_name is one thing, but to hear that coming from you Chris is something else. Here I thought we were <i>closer</i> than that. What happened to me being your favorite, hmm?” Chris huffs out a breath, and $ch_hisher grip on your thigh tightens. Your brow arches, looking to the phone then back to Chris. “Come on Jade, stop messing around. You know $p_name is my favorite-“ <div class="footer"> <i class="fa-solid fa-circle-arrow-right"></i><<link ' woman' 'dream sequence 1.15'>> <<set $p_gender to "female"; $p_person to "woman"; $p_heshe to "she"; $p_HeShe to "She"; $p_himher to "her"; $p_hisher to "her"; $p_HisHer to "Her"; $p_hishers to "hers"; $p_himself to "herself"; $p_child to "girl"; $p_sibling to "sister"; $p_MX to "Miss">> <</link>> <i class="fa-solid fa-circle-arrow-right"></i><<link ' man' 'dream sequence 1.15'>> <<set $p_gender to "male"; $p_person to "man"; $p_heshe to "he"; $p_HeShe to "He"; $p_himher to "him"; $p_hisher to "his"; $p_HisHer to "His"; $p_hishers to "his"; $p_himself to "himself"; $p_child to "boy"; $p_sibling to "brother"; $p_MX to "Mr">> <</link>> <i class="fa-solid fa-circle-arrow-right"></i><<link ' person' 'dream sequence 1.15'>> <<set $p_gender to "nonbinary"; $p_person to "person"; $p_heshe to "they"; $p_HeShe to "They"; $p_himher to "them"; $p_hisher to "their"; $p_HisHer to "Their"; $p_hishers to "theirs"; $p_himself to "themself"; $p_child to "kid"; $p_sibling to "sibling"; $p_MX to "MX"; $pronouns_plural to true>> <</link>> </div>

<h2> ✦What are $p_name's pronouns?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <<button "She/Her" "dream sequence 1.4">> <<set $p_heshe to "she", $p_HeShe to "She", $p_himher to "her", $p_hisher to "her", $p_HisHer to "Her", $p_hishers to "hers", $p_himself to "herself",$pronouns_plural to false>> <</button>> <<button "He/Him" "dream sequence 1.4">> <<set $p_heshe to "he", $p_HeShe to "He", $p_himher to "him", $p_hisher to "his", $p_HisHer to "His", $p_hishers to "his", $p_himself to "himself",$pronouns_plural to false>> <</button>> <<button "They/Them" "dream sequence 1.4">> <<set $p_heshe to "they", $p_HeShe to "They", $p_himher to "them", $p_hisher to "their", $p_HisHer to "Their", $p_hishers to "theirs", $p_himself to "themself",$pronouns_plural to true>> <</button>> </div><</nobr>><<nobr>><div class="footer"> </div><</nobr>>

<h2> ✦$p_name identifies as?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <<button "Female" "Select Pronouns">> <<set $p_gender to "female", $p_person to "woman", $p_child to "daughter", $p_kid to "girl", $p_sibling to "sister", $p_MX to "Miss">> <</button>> <<button "Male" "Select Pronouns">> <<set $p_gender to "male", $p_person to "man", $p_child to "son", $p_kid to "boy", $p_sibling to "brother", $p_MX to "Mr">> <</button>> <<button "Nonbinary" "Select Pronouns">> <<set $p_gender to "nonbinary", $p_person to "person", $p_child to "child", $p_kid to "kid", $p_sibling to "sibling", $p_MX to "Mx">> <</button>> </div><</nobr>><<nobr>><div class="footer"> </div><</nobr>>

Your gender is $p_gender. Your pronouns are $p_heshe/$p_himher/$p_hisher, as in: "$p_HeShe <<if $pronouns_plural is true>>look<<else>>looks<</if>> at Chris, a smile on $p_hisher face. Chris turns to smile back at $p_himher." Is that correct? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[["Yes, that's right."|dream sequence 1.5]]</div> <div class="choice">[["No, I need to change something."|Select Gender]]</div><</nobr>>

You try your best, but given you're $height, you should have just grabbed a chair. Not wanting to admit defeat you attempt to hop and reach it, ignoring Cam’s giggles in the background. <i> Fuck being short. </i> After another minute, he finally decides to put you out of your misery and walks over to grab the box. “Damn you for being tall.” You huff. Cam pats the top of your head, making you frown. “I told you when we were kids, I would get taller than you are someday.” “You’re lucky I’m done growing.” you try to sound threatening, but you can’t hide the pout from your face. Cam wipes away a fake tear, “Music to my ears, Red.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

You had hoped that with enough stretch you would be able to grab the box, but given your $height height, you were easily proven wrong. <i> Fuck being short. </i> Cam watches you try again, then finally decides to put you out of your misery, grabbing the box out of the cabinet. “I would have gotten it!” He smirks and pats your head. “Sure, you would have.” A teasing tone in his voice. “Damn you for being tall.” You huff. Cam pats the top of your head, making you frown. “I told you when we were kids, I would get taller than you are someday.” “You’re lucky I’m done growing.” you try to sound threatening, but you can’t hide the pout from your face. Cam wipes away a fake tear, “Music to my ears, Red.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

It takes you a few tries, but eventually you stretch just far enough to grab it. Thanks to your $height height. <i> Ha, I got it! </i> Cam sends you a cheeky smile, and a thumbs up. “Knew you had it in you.” “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you grew to be taller than me. I never would have let you live it down otherwise.” Cam wipes away a fake tear, “Music to my ears, Red.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

You grab the box almost too easily given your $height height. Cam walks over and pat’s you on the shoulder, “Not going to lie, I’m a little pissed you’re the same height as me. I wanted to outgrow you.” He shakes his head, brushing away the memories of the past. “Don’t worry Cam, your ego will always be bigger.” Cam wipes away a fake tear, “Music to my ears, Red.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

You grab the box, having no issue reaching it with your $height height. “How does it feel knowing I grew to be taller than you?” Cam asked his tone teasing; you might be tall but he’s still taller. No longer the tiny boy clinging to you. “Yeah, yeah. You’re just lucky I’m done growing.” Cam wipes away a fake tear, “Music to my ears, Red.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam finally breaks it, his voice filling the small space, “Are you nervous about your interview?” You arch your brow as a smirk plays on your lips, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why would <i>I</i> be nervous?” “It’s just, ya know. This is what, the eighth interview in the past four months since fucking Infinity decided to screw you over.” The way he says it makes your heart ache ever so slightly, Cam was angrier than you were the day you lost your job. He knew you depended on it, that it was your livelihood, the one job you’ve had since graduation. One you came to enjoy, and something you had to focus on after the breakup. You feel a small smile pulling at your lips, and it takes Cam just a second before he smacks himself on the forehead, “Sarcasm.” He whispers. Looking at you apologetically. Reaching out you squeeze his arm softly, letting him know that you’re fine, well as fine as you can be. He meets your gaze. His expression is serious yet gentle. “Listen,” his voice firm, “don’t take the job if it’s not something you truly want. If it doesn't feel right, I don’t care if you just don’t like their dumb coffee machine. Don’t take it.” He holds your gaze, ensuring you feel the depth of his concern, his support. “I mean it. You don’t need to take it for my sake or anyone else’s. Only take it if it’s what you really want.” It's hard not to be touched by his sincerity, the way he looks at you so earnestly, taking a deep breath you nod. "I promise." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.12]]</div><</nobr>>

“Come on, you know me better than that.” He winks at you. You pout, unable to help the slight whininess in your voice, “Cam, do we really have to?” You try to give your best puppy dog eyes, which he often falls for, except for this time. He extends his hand towards you, his pinky finger outstretched, a serious yet affectionate look in his eyes. “For me?” his voice filled with a mix of earnestness and warmth. A crooked smile forming on his lips. “Fine” you huff. You extend your pinky, intertwining them. You can see the playful glint in his eyes, as he brings your linked hands up and kisses the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact. You roll your eyes jokingly, “You’re such a dork,” you tease, a lightness to your voice. The playful insult was softened by the warmth in your eyes. It was hard not to appreciate his quirks. Of course, you meant your promise, but that didn’t make your decision any easier. When Cam lived here alone, what he made was enough for him, enough to be comfortable. But since moving in, you know it’s been a struggle. He refused to let you help pay rent, so instead you help with amenities and groceries when he allows it. He was more intent on you saving it, saving up so that eventually you could get a lawyer, one just as good as Chris has. So that you could eventually get $d_name back. But a good lawyer was hard to come by, especially one who was willing to work within budget. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.12a]]</div><</nobr>>

This was your chance to get back out there, to help him just as much as he’s helped you. You needed this, the both of you needed this. You had tried for months, and every time you got close enough to be hired, something would come up. Either the position was filled, or some not even giving you the time of day due to the drama that had surrounded Infinity and its closing. Honestly, each time you were passed over, it just made you doubt yourself more. “What if..” Your voice trails off, trying to figure out how to say it, to let the words fall from your mouth. A messy head of red hair comes into your vision, as Cam peers up at your face. “What?” You try to swallow around the knot in your throat, “What if I’m not good eno-“ “Don’t fucking think that, not for a minute. You understand?” “Cam-“ “I’m serious, don’t ever think that. That’s so far from the fucking truth.” Your eyes widen as you look at him, the look he gives you so serious, “You’re more than enough do you hear me? Fuck what anyone else says $p_name, fuck those people they don’t matter.” Deep down you know he means it, but there’s a part of you that realizes Cam can’t look at it subjectively, not with how you two feel about one another. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.14]]</div><</nobr>>

He stares at you momentarily, before shooting you a cheeky grin “Hey, how about I go down to the corner store and grab us some snacks? They should have a sale today. A full stomach will make you feel better.” Raising a brow, “The store only has sales on Thursdays, Cam.” He nods, grinning at you, wiggling his brows. “Yeah. So whaddaya say, you in?” You’re not sure how long he stands there, or how long it takes to sink in. Your eyes widen as you shoot up, “Today’s Thursday? I thought it was Wednesday, my interview is today!” Panic laces your voice, as you rush to stand, almost tripping over your own feet in the process. <i> Damn it! </i> “I thought your interview was Friday?” You shake your head, “No, it’s definitely Thursday. Fuck, what time is it?” Cam looks down at his arm, only to then realize he’s not wearing a watch before grabbing his phone off the table. “8:35.” “Alright, I-I can shower and get ready and, I mean I should be fine. I think.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.15]]</div><</nobr>>

You’re not sure who looks more nervous now, you or Cam as he clasps his hands together. It's then as you look at him that you notice the shirt he's wearing, <<if $height is "very short">>it fits him more like a crop top, with everything below his chest visible including the red dusting of hair that disappears beneath the waisband of his shorts. <<elseif $height is "short">> it fits him more like a crop top, with everything below his chest visible including the red dusting of hair that disappears beneath the waisband of his shorts. <<elseif $height is "average">> it's just a bit too short and tight on his arms, with his belly visible. If you looked hard enough, you could see a sliver of red hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his shorts. <<elseif $height is "tall">> it fits him well, if not a bit loose in the waist. <<elseif $height is "very tall">> it fits him perfectly. If it wasn't for the design on the front you would think it was his.<</if>> Then it registers, “You’re wearing my shirt.” His face turns crimson, and he fumbles to try and cover the shirt with his arms. “No, it’s not!” he says quickly, his tone giving away his embarrassment. Your eyebrows raise, fighting back a smile. “Nice try. That is <i>my</i> shirt. So, why are you wearing it?” You watch as his brows pinch together, he can’t even look your way. Instead, the closer you get the more he steps farther away from you. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Placing a finger on your chin, you walk a step closer, he a step back. "Admit it, out of the two of us I have better fashion sense."|Back to reality 1.16a][$c_approval to Math.clamp ($c_approval + 1, 0, 100) ]]</div> <div class="choice-romance">[[You snap your fingers, then with a mischevious glint in your eyes, you ask "Did you just want a piece of me so badly that you had to take my shirt?"|Back to reality 1.16b][$c_approval to Math.clamp ($c_approval + 2, 0 , 100) ]]</div><</nobr>>

<<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 1, 0, 100)>> He throws you an incredulous look, taking a larger step away. “No, geez. You’re going to be late, go shower.” With a teasing lilt to your voice, you say, “I can’t blame you that’s why you’ve always followed me like a little pup." Cam shoots you a glare that causes you to freeze in your spot, wiping the smirk off your face. Well, whatever you said struck a chord. “Oh, you think you’re so funny, huh?” His expression shifts to one of a playful menace. One you knew very well. He slowly brings his finger to his mouth, sliding it into his mouth wetting it in the process, the pop it makes when he pulls it out echoing in the room. Then before you even know what’s happening he’s advancing toward you. Intent on giving you a wet willy. Your eyes widen in horror, and you quickly retreat. Bolting toward the bathroom. Barely managing to shut the door behind you, Cam laughs, shaking his head. “You’re such a perv!” you yell from behind the door. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.17]]</div><</nobr>>

<<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 2, 0, 100)>> You notice his eyes widen, enough to make you wonder if there was some truth to what you said. He rakes a hand over his face, grumbling into his palm. What he said sounding similar to, “Yeah, and.” <i> I must be hearing things. </i> He stumps his foot softly as you give him a confused look, before he shoots you a glare. One that causes you to freeze in your spot, wiping the smirk off your face. Well, whatever you said it struck a chord. “Oh, you think you’re so funny, huh?” His expression shifts to one of a playful menace. One you knew very well. He slowly brings his finger to his mouth, sliding it into his mouth wetting it in the process, the pop it makes when he pulls it out echoing in the room. Then before you even know what’s happening he’s advancing toward you. Intent on giving you a wet willy. Your eyes widen in horror, and you quickly retreat. Bolting toward the bathroom. Barely managing to shut the door behind you, Cam laughs, shaking his head. “You’re such a perv!” you yell from behind the door. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.17]]</div><</nobr>>

You had scrimped and saved what you could, but even then, your savings are beginning to run out, if the lack of food in the apartment wasn’t evident enough. He told you not to worry, he would take care of it, take care of <i>you.</i> He was focused on you getting into a better headspace, after losing so much. But you know deep down, what he does make, isn’t enough. Not in the long run. He’s been doing more freelance photoshoots, for small businesses, for anyone that will hire him. Countless long nights and early mornings are beginning to wear on him, if the dark circles under his eyes are evidence enough. Yet he doesn’t complain, not when he comes in at three in the morning with bags of takeout to make sure you’ve eaten. Not when the gas bill went over and you two had to huddle under a blanket in his small bed. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.13]]</div><</nobr>>

The bathroom was much like that of the rest of the apartment, tight, cramped space, but at least it contained all the essentials. A single sink rests against one wall, a small mirror hanging over the top. A compact toilet was squeezed next to the sink in the corner, its porcelain slightly discolored from years of use. Adjacent to the toilet was a tiny bathtub, a showerhead affixed to the wall above it. The shower curtain had a fake blood splatter across it, one of the few things Cam had added to the space over the years. <i>God, I could go for a nice warm bath.</i> Taking your hand you rub the back of your neck, you’ve been here ten months, and sleeping on that couch hasn’t been doing you any favors. You don’t waste any time, undressing and stepping into the bathtub. You shower quickly, not intent on lingering longer than you needed, knowing the warm water will run out in exactly five minutes. You scrubbed quickly but thoroughly. Now that you were alone, it was hard to ignore your nerves about going to the interview. <i> I need to hurry. With how long it’s been since I last worked, my showing up late will just be another strike. That’s the last thing I need. </i> As you climb out of the shower, you grab a nearby towel, wrapping it around yourself. Hurrying to the sink, you wipe away the condensation. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Character Creator 1.1]]</div><</nobr>>

<<nobr>> Looking at your reflection, you notice there's a slight flush to your cheeks, standing out against your <b><<cycle "$skin" autoselect>> <<option "rosy">> <<option "fair">> <<option "pale">> <<option "olive">> <<option "medium tan">> <<option "deep copper">> <<opttion "deep ochre">> <<option "deep umbre">> <</cycle>></b><</nobr>> skin. <i>(click to cycle through options)</i> <<nobr>> You inhale sharply, noticing the dark circles under your eyes, they're wide with a mix of anxiety and determination. You share your eye color with your Aunt Emma, they're a nice <b><<cycle "$eye_color" autoselect>> <<option "hazel">> <<option "black">> <<option "blue">> <<option "chocolate brown">> <<option "forest green">> <<option "amber">> <<option "grey blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "dark blue">> <</cycle>></b><</nobr>> shade. <<nobr>> You then glance at your hair. While Jade's hair is like your father's, your hair is more like your mother's. Your hair is a nice <b><<cycle "$hair_color" autoselect>> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "sandy brown">> <<option "auburn">> <<option "ginger">> <<option "ash blonde">> <<option "pale blonde">> <<option "dark blonde">> <<option "blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "pink">> <<option "purple">> <</cycle>></b><</nobr>> color, <<nobr>>and <b><<cycle "$hair_texture" autoselect>> <<option "in loose curls">> <<option "in tight curls">> <<option "coily">> <<option "silky">> <<option "straight">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "locs">> <</cycle>></b>. You keep your hair <b><<cycle "$hair_length" autoselect>> <<option "hip length">> <<option "chin length">> <<option "shoulder length">> <<option "waist length">> <<option "closely cropped">> <<option "short">> <</cycle>></b><</nobr>>. <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Contacts]]</div><</nobr>>

<<nobr>>Your $eye_color eyes rake over the shape of your body it's <b><<cycle "$build" autoselect>> <<option "petite">> <<option "athletic">> <<option "curvy, with a soft middle">> <<option "curvy, with curves in the right places">> <<option "muscular and strong">> <<option "lean and wiry">> <<option "full-bodied">> <<option "average">> <<option "toned and lean">> <</cycle>></b><</nobr>>. You quickly brush your teeth, before you finish drying off.\ <i> If I'm lucky I'll get there with time to spare, good thing I don't have to worry about what to wear. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Character Creator 1.4 Style]]</div><</nobr>>

<center> Cappie </center> <center> Cove </center> <center> Hawke </center> <center> River </center> <center> Roe </center> <center> Ryder </center>

<center> Alenko </center> <center> Cartwright </center> <center> Eurodyne </center> <center> Goddard </center> <center> Hana </center> <center> Ward </center>

Do you wear glasses or contacts? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>[[Yes, I wear glasses.|Character Creator 1.2][$glasses to true; $contacts to false]] [[Yes, I wear contacts|Character Creator 1.2][$contacts to true; $glasses to false]] [[No, I wear neither|Character Creator 1.2][$glasses to false; $contacts to false]] <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>

<center> Bandit </center> <center> Barkspawn </center> <center> Chesswick </center> <center> Dogmeat </center> <center> Wrex </center>

The dark circles under your $eye_color eyes stand out against your $skintone skin. You <<if $glasses is true>> can see them even without your glasses on. <<elseif $contacts is true>> can see them even without your contacts in. <<else>> shake your head, knowing you're in need of some good sleep.<</if>> <<if $glasses is true>> wear glasses. <<elseif $contacts is true>> wear contacts. <<else>>don't wear glasses or contacts.<</if>> Your skintone is a $skintone shade. Your eyes are $eye_color. Your hair is $hair_color and $hair_texture. It's <<if $hair_length is "buzzed">> $hair_length. <<else>> $hair_length length.<</if>> You<<if $glasses is true>> wear glasses. <<elseif $contacts is true>> wear contacts. <<else>> don't wear glasses or contacts.<</if>> Is this correct?

Thankfully past $p_name planned for current $p_name. You make your way to the small closet, sandwiched between the door and the foot of the tub, pulling out your outfit. <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice">[[Edgy- Dark or bold colors-black, deep reds, purples, metallics. Leather jackets, distressed denim, some graphic tees and mesh|Any Tattoos?][$style to "edgy"]] </div> <div class="choice"> [[Professional- Neutral or muted colors- black, navy, gray and beige.Well tailored. Suits or skirts, crisp dress shirt and blouses.|Any Tattoos?][$style to "professional"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[Comfort- Neutral colors- grays, whites, pastels, earth tones. Oversized sweaters, and cardigans. With stretchy leggings, joggers or loose jeans.|Any Tattoos?][$style to "comfortable"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[Trendy- Vibrant colors and textures-black, neon hues, pastels. Lot of crop tops or oversized graphic tees, with high waisted jeans or shorts.|Any Tattoos?][$style to "trendy"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[Cute- Soft colors and fabrics- pinks, pastels, purples, baby blues. Lots of lace and bows. With cute tops, dresses, skirts, and the occassional cute pants.|Any Tattoos?][$style to "cute"]]</div><</nobr>><<nobr>><div class="footer"></div><</nobr>>

Do you have any tattoos? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>[[Yes.|Tattoos][$tattoos to true]] [[No.|Any Scars?][$tattoos to false]] <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>

What type of scar do you have? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>><label><<radiobutton "$scars_type" "brow" checked>> Scar cutting through brow.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$scars_type" "eye" >> Scar above eye.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$scars_type" "lip" >> Scar on your lip.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$scars_type" "chest">> Scar's from top surgery.</label> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Any Noticeable Facial Details?]]</div><</nobr>>

What type of tattoo do you have? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>><label><<radiobutton "$tattoos_type" "shoulder" checked>> Shoulder tattoo.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$tattoos_type" "hip" >> Hip tattoo.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$tattoos_type" "neck" >> Neck tattoo</label> <label><<radiobutton "$tattoos_type" "sleeve" >> Full sleeve tattoo.</label> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Any Scars?]]</div><</nobr>>

Do you have any noticeable scars? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>[[Yes.|Scars][$scars to true]] [[No.|Any Noticeable Facial Details?][$scars to false]] <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>

Any noticeable facial details? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>[[Yes.|Facial Details][$skinmarks to true]] [[No.|Any Piercings?][$skinmarks to false]] <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>

What are some of your facial details? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>><label><<radiobutton "$skinmarks_type" "beauty marks" checked>> Beauty Mark.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$skinmarks_type" "freckles" >> Freckles.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$skinmarks_type" "acne" >> Acne.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$skinmarks_type" "eczema" >> Eczema.</label> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Any Piercings?]]</div><</nobr>>

Do you have any piercings? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>[[Yes.|Piercings][$piercings to true]] [[No.|Character Creator Confirm][$piercings to false]] <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>>

What piercings do you have? <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>><label><<radiobutton "$piercings_type" "nose" checked>> Nose Piercing.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$piercings_type" "lip" >> Lip Piercing.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$piercings_type" "ear" >> Ear Piercings.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$piercings_type" "nipple" >> Nipple Piercings.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$piercings_type" "brow" >> Brow Piercing.</label> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Character Creator Confirm]]</div><</nobr>>

You have $skin skin, and your eyes are $eye_color. Your hair is $hair_texture, $hair_color, and $hair_length. You <<if $glasses is true>> wear glasses. <<elseif $contacts is true>> wear contacts. <<else>> don't wear glasses or contacts.<</if>> You have <<if $tattoos is true>> a tattoo its, a $tattoos_type tattoo. <<else>>no tattoos.<</if>> You <<if $piercings is true>> have piercings, $piercings_type piercing <<else>> don't have a piercing.<</if>> You<<if $scars is true>> have a scar on your $scars_type. <<else>> don't have a scar.<</if>> You <<if $skinmarks is true>> have a noticeable facial detail, $skinmarks_type.<<else>> don't have any noticeable facial details.<</if>> Your style is $style. Does this sound like you? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[["Yes, that's right."|Back to reality 1.18]]</div> <div class="choice">[["No, I need to change something."|Character Creator 1.1]]</div><</nobr>>

You give yourself one more minute, one minute to look at yourself, smooth down the lines of your clothes. <i> You’ve got this. </i> Or, at least, you hope you do. As you make your way out of the bathroom, you see Cam has already changed and is getting ready to head out himself. You head toward the couch in hopes of finding your shoes, bending down to look under the old sofa. One that has seen much better days, but leave it to Cam to refuse to throw out the first piece of furniture he got when he moved in years ago. A hand-me-down couch from Aunt Emma herself. With its worn muted green fabric that was once vibrant in your youth. Cam nods your way, yanking off his,<i> your,</i> shirt and tossing on a grey knit sweater. “Yeah, I have a shoot for some guy later. Thought it would be worth the money.” He doesn’t even bother to comb his hair, opting to just rake his fingers through it, and part of you had to admit you were a bit jealous he could get away with it. “Text me after?” You walk over toward the edge of Cam’s bed, blankets still in disarray, half of it lying on the floor. Bending down, you reach under, feeling blindly. “Yeah, as soon as I get out.”, your voice slightly muffled as you reach deeper under the bed. “You better.” Cam replied, grabbing his keys and stuffing them in his pocket before walking to the foot of the bed beside you, “You’ll do great, just stay calm and-“ Suddenly, your fingers brush against something soft and warm. Instinctively, you yank your hand back. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.19]]</div><</nobr>>

<i> Ah, there you are. </i> You smile triumphantly. That is until you look at what you’re holding. A small rat, its tiny eyes glinting at you. This is one of those moments you hear people talk about, fight or flight. You wonder what “throwing a rat at a friend” would fall under. It’s not like you intentionally throw it at Cam. He just happens to be standing in the direction you throw it. You scream and toss it quickly before you can stop yourself. Cam, startled, stands there for a moment, until he realizes exactly what he caught in his hands, what he is holding mere inches from his face. You could almost see the wheel turning in his head, the slow realization of “what” he was holding. “Oh, hell no!” He yells, jumping up onto the bed, and tucking his feet underneath him as if the floor had suddenly turned to lava. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and hear your blood pumping, but Cam’s reaction makes you forget your fear even if just for a moment. “You look ridiculous.” you say, a hint of laughter breaking through your panic. Cam mumbles under his breath, face flushed. “Well, excuse me for not being a big fan of rodents,” his voice is shaky as he keeps his eyes on the direction the rat was tossed. He points an accusatory finger in your direction, “What the hell was that? Why did you throw the damn thing at me?” He runs a hand through his hair, red strands being gripped tightly as he groans. “I honestly didn’t even think, I just chucked it.” Your eyes move toward the direction of your new “housemate”, trying to spot where they scurried off to. “You’re trying to give me the bubonic plague aren’t you? Is this your way so I’ll never cook for you again.” Cam cackles as you roll your eyes so hard you fear they might get stuck. You lean in close to him, eyes twinkling with mischief. Causing Cam’s face to drop, “Cam,” you make your voice drop to a husky whisper, trying your best to mimic Don Vito from The Godfather. “I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.” He looks at you briefly, then burst into a hard body trembling laugh that shakes him to his core. His face full of amusement, the stress of the rat nearly forgotten. “What?” he manages to get out between laughs, eyes glistening. “If you don’t give me food poisoning,” your tone now serious and teasing, “I won’t throw another rat at you.” Cam shook his head, still chuckling, “Deal.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.20]]</div><</nobr>>

You both laugh after a moment, and it’s exactly what you need to help calm your nerves. It’s then you notice your discarded shoes in the corner of the room, you quickly grab them and put them on. The weight of his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed, and you turn to look at him briefly. His eyes filled with confidence and support. He didn’t need to say anything because the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. Eyes you had seen filled with mischief, hope, and sometimes something you’re too afraid to admit, now hold a serious, almost reverent, determination. You exchange a brief nod, before grabbing your keys and heading out the door. You hurry down the steps, paying no attention to the random people in the halls or the overwhelming smell of smoke on the first floor, practically running out of the building and down the street. You might have to dash like a mad $p_person, but at least you will arrive on time. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[“EagleCrest, here I come.”|Back to reality 1.20a][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic + 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[“You better fucking hire me EagleCrest.”|Back to reality 1.20b][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["Please, hire me."|Back to reality 1.20c][$sincere to Math.clamp ($sincere + 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[If EagleCrest doesn't hire me I'll...|Back to reality 1.20d][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic -2,0,100)]]</div> <</nobr>>

You’ve done the work, done the research. Deep down underneath all that self-doubt, you know you deserve this. You deserve to be hired and damn it if it didn’t feel good knowing that. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.0]]</div><</nobr>>

There’s no reason they shouldn’t hire you. Just because Infinity went up in smoke and fired everyone, doesn’t mean you didn’t do a good job. You’ve done the work, done the research. Deep down, underneath all that self-doubt, you know that you deserve this. <i> They would be lucky to have me working for them. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.0]]</div><</nobr>>

You wince in pain as you realize you’ve been clutching your hand into a fist, noticing nail marks on your palm. If you were being honest, it was hard not to doubt yourself. Being passed over each time you think you landed a job, each interview was just a waste of your time. And, you’re tired of having that time wasted. <i> I fucking deserve this. I worked my ass off.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.0]]</div><</nobr>>

Yeah, so your references are limited to the one company you worked for. That just so happened to be embezzling all the money they were taking in, skimming it off the top each time. That doesn’t mean you deserve to be blacklisted from other companies. You had no ties to that. Yet, for some reason what happened at Infinity follows you around like a dark cloud. Trying your best, you ignore the thoughts of self-doubt creeping up, you need this. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.0]]</div><</nobr>>

Your breath is nearly taken from you as a brisk wind hits your face as you exit the apartment building. <i> Probably should have brought a jacket. </i> The good thing about Chicago this time of year is the nice fall weather. The air is crisp, often times demanding attention with its chill, and carries with it the scent of dried leaves and a faint aroma of coffee from street cafes. Not that you’re fortunate enough to have one near Cam’s apartment. The trees were already a kaleidoscope of colors: fiery reds, golden yellows, and burnt oranges. It won’t be long before Aunt Emma asks you to help put up Halloween decorations. Not to mention making her 'special' cider, which is easily 80 proof. The kind that requires you to spend the night because you can't walk a straight line, and has Cam passed out on the stairs. Which is a tradition on its own. It’s cozy in the Windy City, even on the run-down street where you live, a place you now call home. With its leaky pipes, a few busted windows, and a rat or two. Well, if you’re being honest there’s way more than two. On any other day, you might want to take in the scenery, but you don’t have time for that today. You glance down at your phone, noticing the time, you swipe to open the Ride Mate app, quickly entering your destination and confirming the location, watching as the app quickly calculates the fare and estimated time of arrival. You're about to pocket the phone when suddenly it rings. You aim to answer it until you notice the caller display, a familiar image of your parents staring back at you. A part of you was willing to bet that it’s the only photo in existence of the two of them smiling. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.1]]</div><</nobr>>

Your heart begins pounding in your chest. Unsure of whether to answer it or decline the call. You haven’t talked to them in at least two months. In the last conversation you had with them, they were so quick to dismiss what Jade and Chris had done. Defending them, their actions, blaming you for not being attentive enough in your relationship. Their call feels like a challenge to you, to your resolve. Your finger hovers over the accept button, uncertainty gnawing at you. Do you really want to reopen that wound? While part of you longs for their support, a connection to the family that once was, or at least the one you had desired. Another part of you, fears the inevitable hurt their words might bring. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[["Do they finally understand why I'm upset?" you press the button, answering it.|Interview 1.1a][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic + 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["I'm still angry at them, but if I don't answer they won't stop calling."|Interview 1.1b][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["I'll just tell them not to call again."|Interview 1.1c][$sincere to Math.clamp ($sincere + 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["I can't deal with this right now.", you let the phone go to voicemail. Then it rings again, they won't stop until you answer.|Interview 1.1d][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic -2,0,100)]]</div> <</nobr>>

You answer it reluctantly, a mix of hope and dread swirling in your gut. Maybe, just maybe, they were finally willing to admit that what Jade and Chris did was wrong. That their perfect daughter was capable of something so twisted against their own $p_sibling. But as you bring the phone up to your ear, your father, Elliot’s, voice cuts through your thoughts. "$p_name?" “Hello?” <i> Shit, can they tell how shaky my voice is. </i> “Viv, Viv $p_heshe answered, here take the phone.” Your father’s voice is rushed, and you don’t get a chance to say anything else to him before you hear your mother’s heavy sigh. “You could have just told $p_himher Elliot. Why are you such a pushover?” Your father mumbles something under his breath, not even attempting to answer your mother, no doubt in a rush to get to some golf game. “Mo-“ “$p_name, I can’t believe you didn’t tell Jade about the interview,” she says her words sharp and clipped. “She really needs that opportunity, and you should have thought of her. Why do you always have to be so selfish? Didn’t I raise you better than that?" Each sentence out of her mouth was like a gentle scolding, meant to correct you, make you feel less than you are, to remind you of how you didn’t measure up. The tone wasn’t loud or harsh, but rather condescending, as if you were a child again. Confusion clouds your mind, you know that you didn’t tell her about the interview, so who did? Any hope you had about them apologizing quickly faded, replaced by a familiar string of frustration and betrayal. You struggle to find your voice; your mind racing to try and make sense of the situation. Your eyes burn with unshed tears, you’re not even sure why you want to cry. You should have known they wouldn’t see it your way. You don’t need the stress of this, not now. “Well?” Viviane says, you know she’s expecting some excuse. “The only one you gave a damn about raising was Jade, so don’t pretend to be <i>my</i> mother now.” Your finger slides to the end call button, pocketing the phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.2]]</div><</nobr>>

You press the button and put the phone to your ear, not bothering to hide your annoyance. “What?” “Ah, $p_name? You sound weird, your mother wants to talk to you.” For a moment you thought you could hear a bit of worry in your father’s voice, but you know that’s just wishful thinking. “Well I don’t want to ta-“ “ Viv, Viv $p_heshe answered, here take the phone.” Your father’s voice is hurried and you don’t get a chance to say anything else to him before you hear your mother’s heavy sigh. “You could have just told $p_himher Elliot. Why are you such a pushover?” You hear your father mumble in the background, no doubt on his way to some golf game. You could feel your body heating, getting angrier with each passing moment. Realizing the last thing they care about is how <i>you’re</i> feeling. “What do you want, <i> Vivianne?</i>” your voice dripping with disdain. Your mother hated being called by her first name-it made her feel old and disrespected. The use of “Vivianne” instead of “Mom” was deliberate, a pointed jab at her, that she no doubt will be complaining about for the rest of the day. <i> Maybe you can feel an ounce of what I feel.</i> She sucks in a breath, and while you do feel some relief knowing she wasn’t happy with that, it still wasn’t enough to compare to yours. “I raised you better than to speak to me like that,” her voice icy and clipped. Her words cut through the air with the sharpness of a well-honed blade, each one a rebuke that spoke volumes about her wounded pride and lingering disappointment. She doesn’t give you time to answer, “$p_name, I can’t believe you didn’t tell Jade about the interview. She really needs that opportunity, and you should have thought of her. Why do you always have to be so selfish? Each sentence out of her mouth was like a gentle scolding, meant to correct you, make you feel less than you are, to remind you of your perceived shortcomings. The tone wasn’t loud or harsh, but rather condescending, as if you were a child again. Confusion clouds your mind, you know that you didn’t tell her about the interview, so who did? Any hope you had about them apologizing quickly faded, replaced by a familiar string of frustration and betrayal. You struggle to find your voice; your mind racing to try and make sense of the situation. Your eyes burn with unshed tears, you’re not even sure why you want to cry. You should have known they wouldn’t see it your way. You don’t need the stress of this, not now. “Well?” Viviane says, you know she’s expecting some excuse, but you refuse to give her one. Instead hanging up the phone. “The only one you gave a damn about raising was Jade, so don’t pretend to be <i>my</i> fucking mother now.” Your finger slides to the end call button, pocketing the phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.2]]</div><</nobr>>

As you answer the phone ready to tell them to never call you again, to just focus on Jade since she’s the one they care about, your father, Elliot’s, voice cuts you off. “ Viv, Viv $p_heshe answered, here take the phone.” Your father’s voice is hurried and you don’t get a chance to say anything else to him before you hear your mother’s heavy sigh. “You could have just told $p_himher Elliot. Why are you such a pushover?” You hear your father mumble in the background, no doubt on his way to some golf game. “Stop calli-“ “$p_name, I can’t believe you didn’t tell Jade about the interview,” she says her words sharp and clipped. “She really needs that opportunity, and you should have thought of her. Why do you always have to be so selfish? Didn’t I raise you better than that?” Each sentence out of her mouth was like a gentle scolding, meant to correct you, make you feel less than you are, to remind you of your perceived shortcomings. The tone wasn’t loud or harsh, but rather condescending, as if you were a child again. Confusion clouds your mind, you know that you didn’t tell her about the interview, so who did? Any hope you had about them apologizing quickly faded, replaced by a familiar string of frustration and betrayal. You struggle to find your voice; your mind racing to try and make sense of the situation. Should you be upset, or surprised by their lack of consideration? Because in some way you feel so many different emotions at the same time. Disappointment, anger, sadness, and…hate. “Well?” Vivianne says, you know she’s expecting some excuse, but you refuse to give her one. Instead hanging up the phone. “The only one you gave a damn about raising was Jade, so don’t pretend to be <i>my</i> fucking mother now. Don’t call me again, <i>Vivianne.</i>” your voice dripping with disdain, and a finality to them. Finality to this sick relationship with your parents. Your mother hated being called by her first name, it made her feel old and disrespected. The use of “Vivianne” instead of “Mom” was deliberate, a pointed jab at her. You can just imagine the heated look she would shoot your way, but you don’t care. Not now, instead choosing to hang up the phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.2]]</div><</nobr>>

You press the button and put the phone to your ear, not wanting to deal with it any longer. “I don’t have time-“ “Ah, $p_name? You sound weird, your mother wants to talk to you.” For a moment you thought you could hear a bit of worry in your father’s voice, but you know that’s just wishful thinking. “Well as I was saying, I don’t have ti-“ “Viv, Viv $p_heshe answered, here take the phone.” Your father’s voice is hurried, and you don’t get a chance to say anything else to him before you hear your mother’s heavy sigh. “You could have just told $p_himher Elliot. Why are you such a pushover?” You hear your father mumble in the background, no doubt on his way to some golf game. “$p_name, I can’t believe you didn’t tell Jade about the interview,” she says her words sharp and clipped. “She really needs that opportunity, and you should have thought of her. Why do you always have to be so selfish? Didn’t I raise you better than that?” Each sentence out of her mouth was like a gentle scolding, meant to correct you, make you feel less than you are, to remind you of your perceived shortcomings. The tone wasn’t loud or harsh, but rather condescending, as if you were a child again. Confusion clouds your mind, you know that you didn’t tell her about the interview, so who did? Any hope you had about them apologizing quickly faded, replaced by a familiar string of frustration and betrayal. You struggle to find your voice; your mind racing to try and make sense of the situation. You can feel yourself getting annoyed, getting heated by her words. But you <i> don’t </i> have time for this. “Well?” Viviane says, you know she’s expecting some excuse, but you refuse to give her one. Instead hanging up the phone. “The only one you gave a shit about raising was Jade, so don’t pretend to be <i>my</i> mother now. I don’t have time for you, Vivianne, or her. Call someone who gives a shit.” your voice dripping with disdain. Your mother hated being called by her first name-it made her feel old and disrespected. The use of “Vivianne” instead of “Mom” was deliberate, a pointed jab at her. You can just imagine the heated look she would shoot your way, but you don’t care. Not now, instead choosing to hang up the phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.2]]</div><</nobr>>

You audibly groan and ignore the look a man walking nearby gives, at least you know you’re not alone when it comes to the “Shitty Parent Club”, Cam’s are no better. A notification pops up on your phone, informing you that your ride is here. "Alright Terry in a blue Mazda, let's get this over with." He drops you about a block away, dropping you in the wrong location he apologizes, and you don't bother to argue about it knowing you can get there with a few minutes to spare if you hurry. There are more people walking along the streets here, you doubt it’s due to the brief passage of time and more likely the difference in the surroundings. This causes you to walk around them in hopes of not being late. You feel your pace quickening, anxiety pushing you to move faster, knowing the entrance to EagleCrest is just a few more feet away. Turning a corner sharply, you slam into someone, a solid wall of muscle, knocking the wind out of you. A hiss of pain escapes you, there’s no way you’re not going to feel that tomorrow. The impact sends you stumbling backward and knocking you flat on your ass on the pavement, eyes wide, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me-“ you mutter. “Γαμώ το κέρατο. Watch where the fuck you’re going!” an irritated voice growls. His voice is rough, deep and gravelly, commanding attention with each word. Laced with a raw intensity, yet underneath that there's a slight accent when he speaks. You’re not even going to pretend to understand the first words that come out of his mouth, especially with the sounds of those around you. Some gasp while some laugh, others do nothing but spare a glance. You had no trouble understanding the last bit of what he was saying. Ignoring the pain in your backside and shoulder, you look up intent on matching the face to the voice, and to see who the hell barrels down the street like a damn truck knocking people down. <i>Oh...fuck. </i> No wonder you were knocked down so easily, he’s tall easily standing about six feet four, and broad. So fit that you can see his pecs through his shirt. As your gaze travels upward, you notice his faded grey tee is lifted slightly, giving you a glimpse of a paw print tattoo on his hip. The tattoo stands out against his warm olive skin, the ink dark and defined. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.3]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $Ardent to true>> <<set $a_approval to 50>>

He runs a hand through his hair; it’s thick and wavy, falling to his chin, a slightly warm brown shade with hints of grey. You don’t miss the glare he’s giving you, his brown eyes staring intently at you as his lips are pulled into a scowl, a faint scar on the side of his lip adds a hardness to his overall appearance. He mumbles something under his breath, eyes flicker over you, quickly ignoring the scowl on your face then settling on your chest, and you have half a mind to mention it until you look down at yourself. The remnants of what was a beautifully decorated cake lay splattered at your feet, it’s once pristine icing now smeared across your shirt. The cake box had been open, as if he was meticulously checking it. “What the hell?” You snap, your frustration boiling over. You’re already late, and you don’t have a spare shirt. His jaw clenches, and the muscle in his forearm tightens as he reaches down to grab you by the arm and lift you back up to your feet in one smooth motion, like you weighed nothing. If you weren't pissed, you'd be impressed by that. <i> Okay maybe I'm a tad impressed but still, anger now, admitarion later.</i> You notice the slight twitch of guilt in his eyes, though his expression remained stony, and you don’t blame the other passersby walking quickly away from the two of you. Not with the looks he sends their ways, his brow somehow scrunching even more. As if their gaze upon him is a strike against his honor. "Nice to know chivalry isn't dead," you mutter sarcastically, wiping crumbs from your shirt. His eyes flicker to the crumbs falling from you, eyebrows raised in confusion. “Chivalry?” he allows the word to sit in his mouth, trying to figure out the meaning as he looks genuinely puzzled. You open your mouth to explain, an old-fashioned courtesy at best, but he cuts you off with an exaggerated sigh. "Do you know how long I stood in line for that cake you just knocked out of my hands?" he says his voice dripping with annoyance. If it wasn't for the daggers he was shooting at you with his gaze, you could almost swear it looked like he was pouting. Shaking your head, your $eye_color eyes flashing with impatience, "Longer than I'm going to be standing here." you start to move past him, but his large hand reaches out to block your path. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.4]]</div><</nobr>>

"I stood in that line," he points to the street behind him motioning to the direction he came from, then turns back to you, "for nearly thirty minutes. Thirty fucking minutes, for a pink ballerina cake. That you now owe me for." His gaze flickering down to the cake on the sidewalk, and then back to you. You barely fight back a groan, "Oh, please you're just as guilty. If I knew I was going to run into a walking bakery I would have brought spare clothes. I'm sure you can go back and get another cake just fine. Besides, you ruined my shirt; I say we're even." "Looks like I did you a favor." "Really?" Your eyes finally latch onto the strings wrapped around his wrist, connected to an assortment of balloons in various shapes, ballerinas, bunnies, a random pumpkin. Each moving gently with the breeze. "While I admit I'm intrigued by your choice of accessories," you wave a hand to the balloons causing him to grumble and swat at them. "I'll have to take a raincheck." "Thirty fucking minutes." He groans. You nod sidestepping him, and the balloons, intent on getting to your meeting ruined shirt or not. "Hey, wait. Where are you going? We're not done here." You can't help but arch a brow at him, <i> Who does he think he is? </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[I sigh heavily, rubbing my eyes with my fingertips. "Just great." I mumble, shaking my head.|Interview 1.4a][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["How about you watch where you're going next time. I'm going to be late and it's your fault."|Interview 1.4b][$friendly to Math.clamp ($friendly - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice-romance">[["I-I'm sorry but I really can't be late. I'll make it up to you some other time."|Interview 1.4c][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy + 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice-romance">[["Oh sorry, old man." you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes.|Interview 1.4d][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy -2,0,100)]]</div> <</nobr>>

Cam has been your best friend since you were a child. The one person who knew you better than anyone else. His presence in your life is as natural as breathing. He was the first person you thought to turn to when Jade and Chris betrayed you. There may be more to it than that, but if there is you're not ready for it. Not yet. You still need to heal after everything. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Back to reality 1.4]]</div><</nobr>>

Chris follows you, blowing a breath on the warm patch of skin in the process, and watch as you turn on the tap, reaching your hand under the running water to ensure it is at a desired temperature. Instead, you feel nothing. Grabbing the handle, you turn it in the opposite direction to see if the water turns warm. Still nothing. Chris doesn’t seem to notice your confusion, as $ch_heshe silently watches you. $ch_HeShe then moves to stand beside you, placing $ch_hisher hands under the faucet. Allowing the water to soothe $ch_hisher skin. With a soft voice $ch_heshe whispers, “That doesn’t count as me messing up breakfast.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.3f]]</div><</nobr>>

"That I get to marry the $p_person of my dreams." Chris gently caresses your lip with $ch_hisher thumb, $ch_hisher touch light and tender. $ch_HeShe tugs your lip down slightly, eyes twinkling with warmth as $ch_heshe leans forward and kisses you. It’s brief, fleeting, and Chris leans in for another stopping a hair’s breadth when you hear a sudden bark, accompanied by pawprints on the hardwood floor. You feel a light tapping against your leg. Glancing down, you’re met with the true definition of puppy dog eyes. Each tap becomes more incessant than the one prior, and each tap is accompanied by a soft whimper. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dog gender]]</div><</nobr>> <<notify 2s>> Character Codex Unlocked<</notify>> <<set $Character to true>> <<set $shy to 50>> <<set $friendly to 50>> <<set $sincere to 50>> <<set $optimistic to 50>>

"Looks like someone missed you while you were sleeping." Chris walks over bending down to pat the dog on the head. Your heart lurches, thinking of how happy they are to see you, how they looked for you in bed when they woke up. $ch_HeShe scratches under the dog's chin, ignoring the side eye they send $ch_hisher way. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> [["Who's a good girl?"|dream sequence 1.6][$d_gender to "female", $d_heshe to "she", $d_HeShe to "She", $d_himher to "her", $d_hisher to "her", $d_HisHer to "Her", $d_hishers to "hers", $d_himself to "herself"]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[Who's a good boy?|dream sequence 1.6][$d_gender to "male", $d_heshe to "he", $d_HeShe to "He", $d_himher to "him", $d_hisher to "his", $d_HisHer to "His", $d_hishers to "his", $d_himself to "himself"]]</div> </div><</nobr>>

<b><i> You suspected it, didn't you? Part of you had to, part of you had to know.</i></b> The harshness of the overhead lighting casts shadows along the walls, leaving little room to doubt as it highlights their betrayal with every shift in motion. The utensils clink together on the counter, and the island creaks under their shared weight. Then there are the whispers, breathy whispers that fill the room around you, $d_name barks incessantly at them, amplifying the sense of violation. There, on the kitchen island directly across from the entrance, across from <i>you.</i> Chris, entwined with the one person you never expected to hurt you, your own sister, Jade. Their bodies are pressed flush, Jade’s leg wrapped around Chris’s thigh. Their lips meet in feverish kisses, hands roaming over one another, caressing and exploring each other with an urgency that belies their stolen moment. A “Happy Anniversary” banner hangs above them, mocking you. On the floor, surrounded by their discarded clothes, is the little black box with its bow undone, and the ring, <i>your wedding ring</i>, lying on the floor. The scene so raw and vivid in your mind that feels like a punch to the gut, leaving you reeling with a mixture of shock, anger, and heartbreak. Your ears are ringing, and your vision blurs as you try to process what you're seeing before you, your heart pounding fiercely in your chest. For a moment, it's as if time itself has stopped. Your breath catches, and a cold numbness spreads through your body. The same numbness you felt when you woke and didn't feel the sun on your skin, the same numbness you felt when you turned on the tap and placed your hands under the water. You're frozen, unable to move or speak. Just staring in stunned belief as reality sinks in. Something falls, that’s what it took to catch their attention, the barks of $d_name finally stopping as their head jerks towards you. Then, as if breaking through a thick layer of ice, you begin to thaw. Your breath comes rushing back, sharp and ragged. A flush of heat replaces the cold numbness, and your muscles start to respond. Your fists clench, your jaw tightens, and a torrent of words threaten to spill out. Chris works to untangle $ch_himself from Jade, who clings to $ch_himher in an attempt to keep them from pulling away from her. You catch a hint of a smile on Jade's face. But she wouldn't be smiling, would she? <b><i> She would. </i></b> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.11]]</div><</nobr>>

An overbearing sense of dread, heartbreak, consumes you. Your lungs burning, as you watch Jade sliding off the island grabbing Chris by the arm. Chris pushing her away to walk over you, still putting $ch_hisher clothes on. As you turn your head, your eyes pass over the clock on the wall, 12:31 a.m., December 25th. You see Chris. The words drop from $ch_hisher mouth like venom. <b><i>Aww, look at you. You actually thought what we had was real. That you mattered to me? I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you never did. You never measured up. </i></b> <b><i> You meant nothing. </i></b> $ch_HeShe walks closer, inches away from your face, your breathing becoming more erratic. <b><i>Always wanted that happy ending didn't you?</i></b> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.12]]</div><</nobr>>

<i><b>You matter to no one, not even yourself.</b></i> $ch_HeShe reaches a hand towards your cheek, elongated nails sharp, your breathing sharp, your lungs burning, before $ch_hisher nail can scratch your face you feel something dripping down your cheek. “That’s not true!” Your voice is hoarse, as if every word was a struggle to get out. <i><b>Don’t you see, no matter what you did. It was never enough; you’ll never be enough. Your parents sure proved that to you, didn’t they? Whose side do you think they’ll take, hmm? Jade’s or yours? I think we both know the answer to that.</b></i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <<button "Happy anniversary" "Back to reality 1.0">><</button>></div><</nobr>>

The dog's name is $d_name. A $dogbreed with $dfcolor fur. Is that correct? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[["Yes, that's right."|dream sequence 1.8]]</div> <div class="choice">[["No, I need to change something."|Name Dog]]</div><</nobr>>

Your tone is sharp, a bite to your words, and you don’t bother to hide your annoyance. "Maybe you should watch where you're going, παλιόπαιδο." His eyes narrow and you don't miss the irritation in them along with something else. His jaw clenches with annoyance as you shoot him a glare. "Listen here,<i> old man</i> if you hadn't been walking around looking at a cake on the sidewalk, I wouldn't have run into you, and this mess wouldn't be happening. So, if you'll excuse me." His brow furrows even more, "I'm not fucking old." As he meets your gaze, the intensity of his stare conveys a silent promise: he is not one to back down easily. Despite the tension crackling between you, there was a brief, fleeting moment where his tough façade seemed to soften. He grumbled something under his breath, almost too low for you to hear. "Sorry." You sidestep him and hurry down the street, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and urgency. You can feel the man’s gaze on you as you go, a strange mixture of frustration and curiosity brewing inside him. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.5]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $a_approval to Math.clamp($a_approval - 2,0,100)>>

It was just your luck, part of you had to wonder if you did something horrible in a past life to deserve such shit luck. You yank at your shirt, causing crumbs to fall onto the sidewalk. The man just watches you; he huffs but you pay it no mind. <i>I mean how can I possibly yell at a man carrying around so many balloons.</i> "Sorry," you mumble, your voice flat and devoid of emotion. "You need to be more careful next time." you flick your gaze at him, he looks like he's deep in thought, part of you could almost discern the emotion behind his dark gaze. He reaches a hand towards you, the one that doesn't have several balloons tied to the wrist. "Hey," he says gently, "are you okay?" Your brow furrows at his question, at the softness of his words. What do you say? Life’s been shit since you saw your fiancé fucking your sister, you lost everything in the span of months, and you’re angry, bitter, numb? You stare at him a moment longer, what are the odds you will ever see this person again? "I've...been better." Despite the tension cracking between you before, there was a brief, fleeting moment where his tough façade seemed to soften. He grumbles, "Sorry about your shirt." "Sorry about your cake." He nods one final time, something tells you he's been here before, or at least understands somewhat. "Alright," he replies softly, "take care of yourself, okay?" You sidestep him and hurry down the street, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and urgency. You can feel the man’s gaze on you as you go, a strange mixture of frustration and curiosity brewing inside him. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.5]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $a_approval to Math.clamp($a_approval + 1,0,100)>>

Your voice is quiet, meek, causing him to lean in closer to hear it. You glance at him apologetically, hoping he will just accept your apology and let you go before you’re late. His eyes narrow, and you don’t miss the irritation in them along with something else. His jaw clenches, before he blows a breath and nods at you. "Well don't look at me like that, you're making me feel bad. Just go." Despite the tension crackling between you, there was a brief, fleeting moment where his tough façade seemed to soften. He grumbled something under his breath, almost too low for you to hear. "Sorry." Finding it hard to look at him for long, especially with that domineering energy he gives off, you give him a small smile, and nod at him and hurry down the street, your heart pounding with a sense of urgency. You can feel his gaze on you as you go, a strange mixture of frustration and curiosity brewing inside him. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.5]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $a_approval to Math.clamp($a_approval + 2,0,100)>>

"I would love to hear about, oh I don't know my poor fashion sense or wasting thirty minutes of your day, but I have somewhere else to be." He scoffs at you, his eyes narrowing, and you don’t miss the irritation in them along with something else. His jaw clenches with annoyance as you shoot him a glare. His brow furrows even more, "παλιόπαιδο, I'm not fucking old." As he meets your gaze, the intensity of his stare conveys a silent promise: he is not one to back down easily. Before you can think better of it your eyes catch on that scar on his lip, and your mouth opens against your better judgment. "I'm pretty sure there are better things you can do with your time." He jerks back a fraction, his eyes clouding over before giving you a double take. "You only got part of that right." Despite the tension crackling between you, there was a brief, fleeting moment where his tough façade seemed to soften as a piece of leftover cake fell from your shirt. He grumbled something under his breath, almost too low for you to hear. "Sorry." You throw him a nod and hurry down the street, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and urgency. You can feel the man’s gaze on you as you go, a strange mixture of frustration and curiosity brewing inside him. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.5]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $a_approval to Math.clamp($a_approval + 2,0,100)>>

It doesn’t take you long to reach the door of EagleCrest, passing by the bakery where the man had gotten the cake. One look at the line of about twenty patrons causes you to feel a little bit guilty. Not to mention reminding you of the state of your clothes, and the soreness of your backside. <i>Well can’t say I don’t know how to wear fucking color.</i> A sardonic smile on your lips is all you can muster. Trying to ignore the odd feeling in your chest, hoping to blame it off on the fact it’s covered in food and not a bud of anxiety stirring. The building’s exterior was unassuming, typical brick façade that’s been weathered, it blended in seamlessly with the surrounding buildings. The only real difference would be the sign that reads “EagleCrest” a lone eagle design sits off to the side. Stepping inside was like traveling back in time to the 1920s. Vintage chandeliers lit up the room, their amber hue casting shadows on the dark wood panels lining the walls. The windows were blanketed with rich, burgundy velvet drapes, the receptionist desk a dark mahogany wood, something you would think to see in some sort of speakeasy. Small photos hang along one wall, showing off several of the high-profile clients that EagleCrest has under their belt. You quickly realize just how out of place you are, and quickly look for the bathroom, intent on remaining unseen until you take care of your shirt. Well, you had hoped you would be, but fate clearly had other plans as someone called out your name. "$p_name! I thought that was you." A familiar melodic voice catches your attention, and you slowly turn around. Crossing your arms over your chest hoping to hide the state of your shirt. "Can't catch a break." you mumble, throwing on a smile. Kara Clarke, the younger sister of Cam and Chris, greets you, her plump lips upturned in a smile, and her crystal blue eyes crinkling around the edges. Her blonde hair swings behind her as she makes her way over to you. It’s no wonder people were always falling over themselves when they were around her. She walks with such confidence, her curves adding to her allure. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.6]]</div><</nobr>> <<notify 2s>>Achievement: Grouch Encounter<</notify>> <<set $Grouchencounter to true>>

It's been a few months since you’ve seen her last since being let go from Infinity where you both worked. Working together allowed you two to develop a relationship outside of the people you had in common. You two were for lack of a better word friends, even though Kara is still close to Chris. There was a brief awkwardness after what had happened, which the two of you still sometimes find hard to navigate. To keep her from noticing your shirt, you shift slightly angling yourself away from her, "Hey Kara, I didn't know you were working here now." "Oh, yeah. I started here right after that whole Infinity debacle. Hate that I can no longer talk your ear off when you're doing paperwork." You watch as she tries to take in your posture, only causing you to turn even farther away from her "Is everything alright?" You nod toward the bathroom, as you walk over, she follows closely behind, your hand reaching for the doorknob, before turning back to Kara with a pleading look. "Kara, can you promise not to tell anyone about this? It's just..it's embarassing." She nods solemnly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Scout's honor," she says, raising her three fingers in the scout salute, a gesture you know she learned from when Cam was forced to try it out. You can’t help but roll your eyes at her, causing her to laugh. As you two step in you turn to face her, letting her see the state of your shirt. She gasps, "$p_name, what happened?" Reaching a hand towards you, she flicks off a piece of cake and watches as it falls onto the dark marbled floor. "I was in a rush and," you release a despondent sigh before you remember who caused you to look like this. "Let’s just say I walked into a wall and leave it at that. I have an interview and I can’t go in like," you motion to your shirt "<i>this.”</i> Kara turns quickly, walking over to open the door, "Stay here, I'll be back in a minute. Oh, and lock the door." Before you can ask what she intends to do, she's already gone. It takes a few minutes before you hear a brief knock on the door, "$p_name, it’s me." She whispers. Opening the door you allow her to step in, her arms cradling different shirts. "Where did you get those?" She hands them to you and waves a now empty hand at you before turning to lock the door again. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.7]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $Kara to true>> <<set $k_approval to 50>>

"We keep some in back in case one of the higher-ups has too good of a time at lunch, or for when they come in drunk. I wasn’t sure which one would fit your style more, so I just grabbed a bunch. Either way, change and I’ll take your shirt to be dry-cleaned." "But, Kara I don’t have time to-" Kara made a shark "tsk" sound, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. Lips pursed ever so slightly; her eyebrows drawn together. She rips open the clear packaging on one of the shirts, pushing it towards you, "You let me worry about it, now change." She leaves you no room to argue, giving you a stern look and pushing you towards a stall. Feeling somewhat like a scolded child you turn to her with a frown on your face, "Since when did you get so bossy?" "Please, you couldn’t handle me bossy." With a playful push, you're directed into the stall that is quickly shut behind you. Once you’re changed you step out and Kara whistles her approval. "Alright, give me that and I’ll go stall them for a few minutes." Despite the change of clothing, you still feel that swirling knot in your stomach. As if a heavy stone is settling in, tension not to be forgotten. <i> Alright, I’ve been through worse. I can handle this.</i>Taking a deep breath, you try to fight off the negative thoughts within your head. Your eyes follow Kara as she goes to leave before she turns to meet your stare, "Listen, about Chris-" she says her voice small, not suiting her personality. You gaze down at the sink, no longer wanting to meet her gaze, "I can’t," you take a deep breath, steadying yourself. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[My jaw clenches just from hearing their name. My voice laced in bitterness, "I don't care."|Interview 1.70][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic - 3,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I feel numb, about Chris about everything. I have no intention of talking about them.|Interview 1.7a][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I can't help but feel angry, and it shows on my face. I don't want to talk about them, not now, not ever.|Interview 1.7b][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic - 1,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I shake my head, not wanting to talk about them, to dredge up the past I'm trying so hard to leave behind.|Interview 1.7c][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic + 1,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I swallow hard, I can't hide the pain and hurt in my voice. Let Chris be happy with Jade. They deserve each other|Interview 1.7d][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic -2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I deserve to be happy just as much as them. And I will be eventually.|Interview 1.7e][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic + 2,0,100)]]</div> <</nobr>>

Since that night you’ve felt for lack of a better word, numb. As if you’re drifting through the world, you were hurt, enraged. But now, you’re just lost, broken, amiss, hurt. Too many emotions to pinpoint, and yet somehow it all feels numb. The hurt, the hate. As if your mind decided to just tuck it away for later, a breakdown waiting to happen at a moment’s notice. If there was ever a time to digest months of betrayal, it wasn’t while you were standing in a bathroom about to walk into an interview. But really when is the right time? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

You know you can’t forgive them, not now. You know you may never forgive them for what they did. You’re angry, so angry, and hurt. <i>Why Jade of all people? After everything we’ve been through, so many fucking years wasted. Fuck, fuck them both.</i> You’re seething, but you rein yourself in. If there was ever a time to digest months of betrayal, it wasn’t while you were standing in a bathroom about to walk into an interview. But really when is the right time? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

You try not to think about it, denying it may not be healthy, but you must cope somehow, right? You want to move on too, just like Chris did. What good is there in trying to figure out why they did it anyway? To figure out why they chose to betray you in such a way. <i> Why her? Of all people, why her? </i> Your hands clench onto the sink, trying to erase the thoughts from your mind. Knowing that right now you need to focus on the interview you’re about to walk into. If there was ever a time to digest months of betrayal, it wasn’t while you were standing in a bathroom about to walk into an interview. But really when is the right time? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

If someone asked you how you feel about Chris about Jade, you would say you want them to be happy with one another. Does that mean you wish them eternal joy? No, there’s no way that’s possible for how dysfunctional the two of them are. But you can’t see any two people more deserving of each other. <i> Why you chose her of all people, I’ll never know. But I hope you’re happy. Because I’ll be happy just to spite you. </i> You shake your head, trying to refocus. If there was ever a time to digest months of betrayal, it wasn’t while you were standing in a bathroom about to walk into an interview. But really when is the right time? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

Kara nods, not wanting to push it further before she heads out, leaving you to yourself for a few minutes. You hear some sort of commotion, and Kara apologizing, a soft giggle following suit. If there was one thing Kara Clarke has its charm. She buys you a few minutes, which isn’t much, but it does help loosen your nerves a tad. If anything, it helps you refocus and think about what you’re going to say and why you should be hired. After a few more minutes she walks back to get you, "They’re ready for you." It’s all the warning you get before she’s back out the door and you follow soon after, almost walking face-first into the backs of two men their gaze following Kara as she walks back over to her desk. "We need more workers like that, I swear the highlight of my day is coming in and seeing that in the morning." The taller of the two says, nudging his friend beside him. The shorter man laughs, "Yours and mine, did you see the piece of ass that interviewed earlier, give me two minutes with him and he’d be getting the best raise of his life. Anyways, shouldn’t the highlight of your day be going home to that wife of yours? "Believe me, my wife wants me to relax, and with her underneath me how could I not?" The two begin to laugh amongst themselves until you clear your throat loudly. At least the shorter of the two has the decency to seem embarrassed about being caught, much unlike his friend. "Oh, new blood?" he looks you over, smirking at you when he’s done with his <i>assessment</i>. "I would be relaxed with you under me. Or on top, tight ass like that is begging to be fucked though." He leers at you, eyes drinking you in. "Which would you prefer new blood? I could always use a new cum rag." "Who the hell-" You’re cut off as someone smacks the tall man’s back forcefully the sound echoing in the room. He acts as if he is about to yell at the person until he turns to see who it is. A petite young woman smiles at him shaking her head. "How about you two get back to work, while our new friend here heads to $p_hisher interview." They don’t argue with her, instead heading on their way, the taller of the two throwing you a glance before heading down the corridor. "Sorry about that, please don’t let them color your impression of us here at EagleCrest. Some people just don’t know how to mind their manners. You should probably hurry, wouldn’t do well to be late." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.9]]</div><</nobr>> <<notify 2s>>Achievement: Beauty with a Command<</notify>> <<set $Beautywithacommand to true>>

You knew that eventually, the pain would begin to dull, maybe not fully forgotten. You can’t be expected to pack away months of cheating, lies, and betrayal all in a few months. Not when your relationship spanned years. <i> With my fucking sister.</i> You can’t help but wonder if it was some twisted sense of punishment, or knowing Chris some weird form of flattery. Who knows, someday you may find someone who loves you, truly loves you. But those thoughts are for another day because right now you need to focus on the interview you’re about to walk into. If there was ever a time to digest months of betrayal, it wasn’t while you were standing in a bathroom about to walk into an interview. But really when is the right time? <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

It's hard not to notice the shift in the air as you get closer to the conference room. At first, you think it’s just your nerves getting to you, but you notice how people are walking by so cautiously, some looking so nervous they might even be sick. "I can’t believe they hired Eric over Presley, there is no way he should be in that position. You know he only did it to get in his pants, it’s the same thing he did with his late husband." You can’t help but overhear the conversation as loud as they’re speaking as you get closer to the door. <i>What the hell is going on in this place?</i> You freeze as the door opens and someone nearly collides with you, "Oh, well if it isn’t a small world." It’s the tall man from earlier. "Come on in. Name’s Quint, by the way." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[["I didn't ask." you shoot him a glare, not intent on playing his little game.|Interview 1.9a][$friendly to Math.clamp ($friendly - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["Too small if you ask me." And you meant it, if you never saw him again it would be too soon.|Interview 1.9b][$friendly to Math.clamp ($friendly - 1,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["Shit, you again." You can't help yourself as the words leave your mouth only causing him to grin.|Interview 1.9c][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["Nice to meet you." you're sure the look you have says otherwise.|Interview 1.9d][$friendly to Math.clamp ($friendly + 2,0,100)]]</div> <</nobr>>

"Oh, this one has a little bit of bite to $p_himher. Now I can have fun with that." The way he whispers the words as you walk by annoys you even more, causing you to whip around and shoot him a look. He raises his arms as if in defeat and nods at you to head toward the chair. Winking at you as he sits on the edge of the desk, his eyes drinking you in. <i>Great.</i> The less time you spent around this asshole the better, but sadly that’s not your luck today. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

Quint quirks a brow at you, "Truly, you don’t mean that." He doesn’t give you time to answer as he ushers you over to the desk. Winking at you as he sits on the edge of the desk, his eyes drinking you in. <i>Great.</i> The less time you spent around this asshole the better, but sadly that’s not your luck today. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

It catches him off guard and the scowl he shoots at you is more than worth it. "Over there." His voice is stern as if he expects to be obeyed without question. He sits along the edge of it closer to you, his eyes drinking you in. <i>Great.</i> The less time you spent around this asshole the better, but sadly that’s not your luck today. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

"Believe me, the pleasure is going to be all <i>mine</i>." It’s hard to miss the hint when he says it in such a way, that you shoot him a glare more than ready to tell him off. He raises his arms as if in defeat and nods for you to take a seat. He sits along the edge of the desk throwing you a wink as he looks you over his eyes drinking you in. <i>Great.</i> The less time you spent around this asshole the better, but sadly that’s not your luck today. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.10]]</div><</nobr>>

The man standing behind the large oak desk, the one who you would be working for if you’re hired, is William Navarro. He’s owned and operated as the head of EagleCrest since the 70’s, many would say he ran it with an iron fist, but now it seems he’s running it more like a frat house than an actual company. "Ah $p_MX. $p_lastname, is that correct?" He reaches his hand out for you to shake it. You give a reluctant smile, now able to put a face to the mental image you built of him in your head. This large indomitable spirit, who knew his way around the industry, was able to squash out stories of his clients that would paint them in a bad light, able to push forward ones that highlighted who they were. Now before you, smaller than you imagined, frail and looked as if he was nearing eighty. "That’s correct. It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Navarro." Quint scoffs, while Mr. Navarro makes himself comfortable in his desk chair, flicking through a file you can only assume is yours. "Well, your resume is –" "Lacking, you only worked at Infinity." Quint finishes, crossing his arms to look at you, his eyes lingering somewhere around your lips. "I’m sorry, <i> Mr. Navarro </i> not to sound rude, but why is he here?" You watch as Quint turns to grin at the old man, then back at you waiting for him to reply. "He’s, my son. He will be taking over the company in about a month. So, he will be your boss." it’s as if all the fight leaves him with those words, his posture slacking, making him look smaller than he is. <i>Fuck.</i> You give a small nod then turn to look back at Quint, Quint Navarro it seems. "Well Mr. Navarro-" He raises a hand, as if shushing a child, "Call me Quint, I <i>insist.</i>" "Well <i> Quint</i>," you try to steady your voice, just being around him is annoying. Especially with how his eyes cling to you. "I know that it’s lacking, but you can see just from how long I worked there, and the number of clients I had at the time, that I was good at my job. I saw no reason to work anywhere else." Mr. Navarro hums at this, surely, he understood he had been working at EagleCrest for many years. "I understand compl-" Quint cuts off his father, "Not even when they were embezzling?" <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.11]]</div><</nobr>>

Your eyes widen as you stare at him, <i>he can’t be serious.</i> You’re not sure what you were going to say, to yell at him, to mention your innocence that you were never in a position of power to be able to do that, unlike him. "That’s a nice shirt you have on." Quint stands reaching forward in an attempt to run his hand along the collar of your shirt. "Don’t touch me." You smack his hand away. "Quint, enough. Stop teasing $p_himher." Mr. Navarro’s tone was sharp, despite his age he still had some sway. "Leave us alone." Quint turns to try and argue but his father shoots him one look. Enough to wipe the smug look off his face, and without so little as a word he leaves. The air in the room is finally letting up. "I apologize about my son, don’t let that color your impression of my company. He means no harm; he just likes to tease. Think nothing of it." It was hard not to, knowing that Quint would be the one to run this place, the way he talked about Kara, and you can’t forget the conversation you overhead on your way in. It’s like warning signs, blaring to tell you to leave, don’t even think of working here and yet for some reason, you’re still trying to land the job. He’s quick and to the point with his questions, routine as they are. Not shying away from the tougher ones, like why you haven’t worked for months. You tell him as little as possible that there was a family emergency. It’s enough to get him to stop asking at least. Yet, there is one question he asks that nearly stumps you. "Have you ever thought about starting a firm of your own?" You had thought about it, had even wanted to do it when you were engaged to Chris, but the money you had then was being put into the apartment and your future wedding. Every time you mentioned it, Chris just talked you into pushing it off, until you no longer asked. "I..I mean, of course, I’ve thought about it but, is that even smart with today’s economy?" It was more a question to yourself than it was to him, and he must know it as you see a knowing smile on his lips. "You should think about it. If I was still young, I would do it all over again. You have more say on clientele, and on how your company looks. Listen, I could hire you on merit alone. I looked at your background check, and even called around. As far as I’m concerned, you would be an asset here, but you need to know that’s not the only option you have. Besides, if I’m being honest this decision is not mine alone. You will be working for <i>him</i>." You don’t have to ask who he means because you’re all too aware of Quint’s stake in this company. It seems like the interview lasts an hour, but you had only been in there thirty minutes. Before he leaves, he informs you that someone will be in shortly to give you some documents to look over and that there are several more up for the same position. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.12]]</div><</nobr>>

You sigh, allowing yourself to breathe fully, now taking in your surroundings. The conference room is well-aged, with bottles of old scotch and cognac sitting on a bookshelf against the far wall. Rows of books sit on a shelf on the opposite wall, and a picture of Quint and you assume his wife sits on the shelf. It’s hard not to feel bad for her, wondering if she knows what he’s thinking about while at work, who he’s spending his time with when he says he’s in a work meeting. The door opens and you put a smile on your face until you see who it is, holding your documents firmly in his grasp. "Looks like it’s just me and you $p_MX $p_lastname. My father must have been able to sense it too." He steps forward walking closer to you as you back up against the desk. "Sense what?" "This," he motions between you, "electricity. You know, this is where my father met my mother, the same way. In a loveless marriage, hiring a new receptionist to help with his work <i>load</i>. Would you like to help with mine? You could ease it for me right now, no one will come in that door. Not with me in here." Your eyes scan the distance between you and then towards the door, he smirks when he notices shaking his head. "Think about it, right now you’re up against two other people. But I have the power to help you, to get you hired on. I can see how badly you want it; you can practically taste it can’t you." He walks around you, circling you like a bird circling their prey. "Tell me, $p_name, how bad do you want it? How bad do you <i>need</i> it?" He steps in front of you and takes a step forward, waving the paper in front of your face like you’re a dog, and he has your treat. His eyes trailed over your body like his words weren’t enough to hint at what he wanted. “Think of it this way, you get me off, and job’s all yours. I’ll even get you off-“ What happens next is still a bit unclear to you, as he takes another step closer to you, he stumbles over his own feet, which causes your knee to jerk up as if on instinct hitting him in the groin. He doubles over, swearing under his breath the contract falling onto the desk. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[["You're lucky that's the least I'm doing to you."|Interview 1.12a][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy - 1,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[["Sorry," you look down at him as he gropes himself, a pitiful sound escaping his lips. "Wait, no I'm not."|Interview 1.12b][$friendly to Math.clamp ($friendly + 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[You've never hit someone before not even accidentally, so you're not sure what to feel. Apologetic? Yeah, no he deserved it, and probably more.|Interview 1.12c][$sincere to Math.clamp ($sincere + 1,0,100)]]</div> <</nobr>>

If you’re being honest, it felt as if your heart was going to leap out of your chest. He’s saying something as you walk out, probably some snide comment about you never working here, or knowing him he may have very well thought that was foreplay. You can feel your hands shaking, as you push open the door. No one even bothers to go near it. As you leave the building you don’t bother to look back. This is far from how you thought today would go. The only thing you can think about is how Quint tried to proposition you.<i> What an asshole.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.13]]</div><</nobr>>

You had to mentally reprimand yourself, there was no reason to apologize to him. Granted you’re not a fan of violence, but that was more self-defense than anything. He reaches out to grab you by the ankle and you step farther away. Should you tell someone to come and check on him? It couldn’t have been the first time someone defended themselves against him. You can feel your hands shaking, as you push open the door, intent on getting the hell out of there. No one even bothers to go near it. As you leave the building you don’t bother to look back. This is far from how you thought today would go. The only thing you can think about is how Quint tried to proposition you.<i> What a jerk. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.13]]</div><</nobr>>

"Alright, see uh, serves you right. Now treat your wife better, jerk!" You step over him, as he whines against the floor. You quickly walk over to the door, your hand shaking as you reach to yank it open, and sure enough, Quint was right, no one was even bothering to check the room, not even with him whining in pain. As you leave the building you don’t bother to look back. This is far from how you thought today would go. The only thing you can think about is how Quint tried to proposition you.<i> I can’t believe that just happened. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.13]]</div><</nobr>>

There’s a bite to the air as you walk out and down the street, much chillier than earlier. It only makes you want to get home under a blanket. <i>What the hell am I going to do now? </i>The job market has been rough; it took you months to even land that interview. Months longer than you had expected. You wonder mindlessly, lost in your thoughts. You could go back and apologize for kneeing the future boss of the company in the balls, but he deserved it. Regardless of if you meant it or not. There was no way someone like Quint Navarro would let something like that slide. Not like you would want him to, he’s just one of the problems there. If what Kara had mentioned about them getting drunk wasn’t bad enough, knowing they think of their employees as nothing more than someone to warm their bed or desk. There’s no way you would want to work there, no matter how badly you need it. "What the hell am I going to do." Before your thoughts can spiral, you’re caught off guard by a dog nearly barreling into you. "Sorry, he’s a bit excitable." the person says sheepishly. "No need. Mine’s the same." The dog leaps upward, tail wagging behind him as he leans against you. "Ah, you can pet him if you like, I think he’s okay with it." The person loosens their leash, when you notice they’re also walking three other dogs, each various in size and colors. The energetic one eagerly basking in your attention. Leaning down, you’re quickly met with soft licks on your hand. The dog leans his hand against your palm. A few minutes pass before he’s finally content with his pats going back to the person, whose watched you in happy quiet running hands through their shaggy blue hair. "Are they..all yours?" You ask as each of the dogs wrap around their legs. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.14]]</div><</nobr>>

They sigh heavily allowing each of the multi-colored leashes to bound around their legs, causing them to get tangled up and unable to move. They shoot you a quick grin, their green eyes crinkling. "No, just Milo, ah the one who wanted your attention. I’m a dog walker, so these other little hellions are just along for the uh…stroll?" "Must be hectic trying to keep them all under control, they seem to like you enough though." You offer out a hand, and they hand you the leashes saying thank you as you help untangle their legs. "Well I’d hope so, I spend enough time with them. Maybe I can walk yours sometime?" "Oh, ah…that won’t be necessary. Thanks for the offer though." It’s hard to ignore the pang in your chest, missing $d_name even more. They nod, shooting you another smile as they wrangle the dogs on each side of them. "Well, if you ever need it let me know. Ah here…ah no no Bruce down, down Bruce. No treats!" they squeak as the Golden Retriever stands pushing their paws on their chest. They finally get Bruce down, reaching you a card. "I’m Cai, numbers on there. So, if ya ever need it, or if you maybe want a part time job wrangling these guys," Cai shoots a glare at the dogs, each one rubbing against their legs. "let me know." You give them a brief nod, before the dogs pull them forward down the street. Cai turns back, stumbling slightly and nearly knocking down a street vendor with one of the dogs, "I didn’t catch your name!" They yell, pulling Bruce back to keep from sniffing another dog’s behind. "$p_name. Oh, hey watch out fo-" Several people yell, Cai unceremoniously falls face first onto the sidewalk each of the dogs standing on their back, the table Bruce knocked over being picked up by a waitress. <i>Good luck with Bruce. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.15]]</div><</nobr>>

Several minutes of morning traffic and one car ride later, you’re finally home, kicking your shoes off as you come in. You’re about to yell for Cam, to fill him in on the interview when your cell buzzes. <i> Speak of the devil.</i> You unlock your phone, reading the text from “Cammie”. <p class="receive">heyo! i won't be home til late. doing a shoot for some dude named after a tree! Fir or elm or some shit. aaanyways, I can't wait to hear about the interview. i got you some breakfast, it's in the fridge. also~</p> <p class="receive">PINE! it's Pine, his name. I think!?</p> <p class="receive">can you feed Angela for me? please please please, please.</p> <p class="send">Angela? Of course, you named the rat. I'll save you some food.</p> <p class="receive"> awww i knew you loved me. alright, i gotta get back to it. see ya when i get home!</p> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.16]]</div><</nobr>>

"Looks like it’s just you and me Angela." Taking the food out of the fridge, you separate it, some for you, some for Angela, and some for when Cam comes home. Intent on checking your emails in hopes of someone reaching out for another interview, you aim to make yourself comfortable on Cam’s bed. Which isn’t hard once you bundle up under the blankets and allow your back to rest against the myriad of mismatched pillows. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Angela scurrying over to the food on the floor. You turn to look at her, "Hopefully, I landed an interview." She just chews her food, beady little eyes glancing around. "I can’t believe I’m talking to a rat." Maybe talking to ‘Angela’ was just some way for your brain to fill the time. To say you felt like you’ve been coasting is an understatement. Free time, especially alone time leaves room for your thoughts to drift. To places they shouldn’t, to people they shouldn’t. Or maybe you just like talking to rats, who knows? Your thumb finds the lip of the laptop and lifts it open; it takes a second for the screen to come on, and the speakers to kick in, and then the sound of flesh meeting flesh and moaning begins blaring through the apartment. Your eyes widen with the realization, <i>porn Cam, really!?</i> You struggle, trying to decide to close the screen in hopes of putting the computer back to sleep or logging in and turning it off. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.17]]</div><</nobr>>

Your fingers fumble on the keyboard, only typing the password wrong twice, feeling your cheeks heat as the sound of moaning gets louder. Theres a tap on the shared wall to the apartment next door. “Can the two of you keep it down in there!?” the voice of Mrs. Billings, your next-door neighbor, while muffled meets your ears. It only increases your embarrassment knowing the sweet old lady the two of you have had dinner with thinks the sounds are coming from Cam and you. <i>Well, it was nice knowing ya Mrs. Billings. There is no way I can look you in the eyes again.</i> Once it logs you in you quickly click the tabs on the screen, trying to find which one is playing. “Milking my best friend? What the hell were you wa-“ You can’t help but stare for just a minute, realizing one of the people on screen looks familiar. The sound of Angela sneezing pulls you from your thoughts and you quickly close the tab. "Sorry girl. Your daddy has been keeping himself busy in more ways than one." <i>Totally going to pretend that didn’t just happen. Nope, nope, no way.</i> It takes several minutes for your cheeks to stop burning, your blush subsiding. After several minutes you eat your food, clicking through your email. Looks like some of the PR firms got back to you, might as well see if you landed an interview. "Alright, let’s see what Kennedy PR has to say." You say to no one. Clicking on the first email. "We regret to inform you-" you delete the email, not needing to see more. Then you click on the next, "Unfortunately, we have decided to proceed-" you quickly delete it. The other emails are much the same, each one informing you they went with someone else. You sigh, leaning your head back against the wall. "You’d hire me wouldn’t you Angela?" turning your head you watch as the rat continues to eat the food you sat out for her. She turns her head to peer at you for a second before turning her back to you. "I’m taking that as a yes." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.18]]</div><</nobr>>

The next two weeks blurred into a monotonous routine of job applications. You lost count of how many you sent out, but it wasn’t hard to lose track of how many offers came in, zero. The crisp autumn air filled the small apartment as you watched Cam rummaging through the pile of clothes on his bed, pulling out a cozy sweater for dinner at Aunt Emma’s. Glancing at the clock, you notice you’re already about twenty minutes late. Your voice echoes from the living room, "Are you ready yet? Em will kill us if we’re late again." Cam struggles to find the right hole for his head, pausing for a moment, his arms flailing inside the fabric. With a sheepish grin, he manages to throw you a thumbs up, his fingers poking out awkwardly from the sleeve. "Almost there," he mumbles, his voice muffled by the sweater, before finally popping his head through the right hole, his hair as wild as ever. He walks over beside you, running his hand through his hair trying to tame it, "So, you never did tell me what happened you know." "What do you mean?" "$p_name, what happened, at the interview?" Cam turns to face you fully, watching as you pull your coat on. "Oh, nothing. Just didn’t get-" "$p_name." Cam’s voice is quiet and yet stern at the same time. Never letting his eyes wander away from you. "Kara told me to make sure you were alright. She said something about the guy screaming bloody murder cupping his balls. So, tell me, what happened?" <i> Shit. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.19]]</div><</nobr>>

You sigh heavily, remembering how Quint’s gaze made you feel more like something to be used than a person. He listens intently, his eyes darkening as you recount what happened. Cam’s jaw tightens, his fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on his knee. "He said what?" Cam’s voice is low, dangerously quiet. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[I shake my head, not wanting to rehash it.|Interview 1.19a][$optimistic to Math.clamp ($optimistic - 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I shake my head not wanting to relive the moment or remember the words that came from Quint’s mouth. |Interview 1.19b][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy + 2,0,100)]]</div> <div class="choice">[[“Basically, asked if I wanted to be his cum rag, and then he basically said if I got him off, I could have the job.” |Interview 1.19c][$shy to Math.clamp ($shy + 2,0,100)]]</div> <</nobr>>

"Don’t worry about what he said." Cam looked at you, his eyes wide with concern. "$p_name-" "Cam, please," you interrupted, your gaze fixed on one of the water spots on the ceiling. "Honestly, I feel so..numb. I can’t even begin to care." Your words hang in the hair, heavy yet hollow. Your eyes trace over the lines of the water spot, the stretch of it along the once pristine white ceiling now yellowed with age. It wasn’t that you don’t understand Cam’s anxiety, his worry. It’s just that the emotions within you swirling around seem so muted, as if every emotion was dialed down. Cam’s jaw tightens, because he knows very well when you started to feel this way, sensing the apathy of your words. He hesitates, wanting to reach out, to give you some semblance of comfort, instead he settles on letting his knee lean into yours. While normally you would be more than happy to see Cam tear Quint a new one, you just didn’t have it in you. He takes a deep breath, his body trembling with restrained rage. You can see his eyes; his expression softens when he looks at you. "Fine," he mutters, "But if I ever see that guy…" You smile at him, your own personal protector. "I know, Cam. I know. I’ll let you be the one to kick him in the balls. Now let’s go before Aunt Emma thinks we forgot about her." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.20]]</div><</nobr>>

"If he did anything, so help me." Cam’s fist tightens, his knuckles turning white from the force behind his grip. "He didn’t. He just…said some things." You can tell by the look on his face he wants to ask, but seeing your discomfort he chooses not to. Instead, he nods his hand gripping the cushion of the couch, close to yours but not touching. "Thanks though." You whisper, allowing your hand to cover his. It was nice to know that if I needed it, he would knock some sense into the guy. "Don’t thank me for that. I care about you, it’s only natural I want to keep you safe." His grip on the cushion loosens, instead allowing the warmth of your hand to seep into his own. Cam takes a deep breath, his body trembling with restrained rage. You can see his eyes; his expression softens when he looks at you. "Fine," he mutters, "But if I ever see that guy…" You smile at him, your own personal protector. "I know, Cam. I know. I’ll let you be the one to kick him in the balls. Now let’s go before Aunt Emma thinks we forgot about her." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.20]]</div><</nobr>>

Every muscle in his body tenses, like he’s ready for a fight. "I’m going to go show that fucking prick what’s what." You place a hand on his arm to stop him. "Cam, no. It’s not worth it." He jerks his head, and his eyes meet yours, blazing with anger. "Not worth it? He had no fucking right to talk to <i>you</i> that way. He deserves it." You squeeze his arm, hoping to calm him. "I know, but Cam beating the guy up won’t help." "It will, it will sure as fuck make me feel good doing it." "Cam, you getting into trouble won’t help. Alright, I’m fine. I promised you, didn’t I? That if it didn’t feel right, I wouldn’t take it." He takes a deep breath, his body trembling with restrained rage. You can see his eyes; his expression softens when he looks at you. "Fine," he mutters, "But if I ever see that guy…" You smile at him, your own personal protector. "I know, Cam. I know. I’ll let you be the one to kick him in the balls. Now let’s go before Aunt Emma thinks we forgot about her." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.20]]</div><</nobr>>

Both of you have been looking forward to this, dinner at your aunt’s has been one of the few constants in your life since you started college, her way of making sure that you two stayed fed. The walk from the apartment to Emma’s bungalow in Albany Park takes no longer than twenty minutes. Cam and you stroll down the familiar sidewalks, your footsteps echoing off the quiet, evening streets. The cool autumn breeze rustled fallen leaves around your feet, but you barely notice. Lost in your thoughts, the stress of not finding a job gnawing at you, each rejection email is a fresh wound. Mr. Navarro’s words come back to you; they have since the day of the interview. A familiar gnawing sensation claws at your insides, the anxiety creeping into your very pores, making your chest feel tight and your thoughts begin to spiral. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.21]]</div><</nobr>>

The closer you get to Emma’s house, the more the tension in your chest tightens. You can feel the familiar pull of your old vice, and the urge to fall back into your old habits is overwhelming. In the aftermath of your breakup with Chris, you had to rely on something to help cope. The temptation to return to it was strong. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[I could really use a drink right now..|Interview 1.21a][$vice to "drinking"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I could really use a smoke right now.|Interview 1.21b][$vice to "smoking"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I just need to get off, ease some tension.|Interview 1.21c][$vice to "sex"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I just want to be alone.|Interview 1.21d][$vice to "self-isolation"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I wish I was working; I could just throw myself into it.|Interview 1.21e][$vice to "work"]]</div><</nobr>>

You could feel the familiar ache between your legs, it wasn’t so much the act of sex itself that helped. It was the connection, two bodies mingled together, and then finishing just helped. Helped you calm down. You don’t miss the look Cam sends your way, he knew that you needed something to rely on during that time, something or someone else to help. A few nights you spent at some person’s house, only coming to the apartment for a change of clothes. Then, you had hit it off with someone in a bar and had brought them back, having sex on that old, tattered couch. You weren’t thinking then, of Cam walking in and seeing you naked, being intimate with someone. The two of you couldn’t look at one another for weeks. You knew it wasn’t helping, not really. It just helped you stop feeling so numb. Cam could clearly notice your anxiousness, the way you fidgeted "Hey," He reaches a hand out, holding onto your arm, searching your face. "We’ve got this. Alright?" His voice is soft as if calming a small animal. But it’s enough to help calm you. You give him a small nod. "We never talked about that night, um," your voice trails off, getting quieter as Cam watches you. "on the couch, with that pers-" He clearly knows the time you’re referring to as his cheeks redden, "No need!" he squeaks talking a large step ahead. "Cam I-" He speeds up his pace, now several feet in front of you, "All good, don’t want to be late to Em’s!" <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.22]]</div><</nobr>>

The familiar taste of nicotine on your lips makes you swallow, your fingers itching for that familiar sensation of a cigarette between them. You don’t miss the look Cam sends your way, he knew that you needed something to rely on during that time, something else to help. Cam watches as you rummage through your coat pockets, "You need your fix eh?" Without missing a beat, you look at him, "Whatever gave that away?" you reply, your voice dripping with dry humor. You finally pull out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, holding it up triumphantly. Cam chuckled, shaking his head. "You know those things will kill ya, right?" You light it with a practiced flick of your lighter, "Promise you’ll delete my browser history?" He snorts, elbowing you in the side. "As long as you do the same for me." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.22]]</div><</nobr>>

You can almost taste the alcohol on your tongue, causing you to swallow. You don’t miss the look Cam sends your way, he knew that you needed something to rely on during that time, something else to help. He spent many mornings helping you through a hangover, making sure you were alright. Helped carry you home when you had gotten blackout drunk. "I could use a drink." You huff, pulling your coat tighter around you. "Don’t overdo it, I won’t carry you back home if you do." "Hey, I used to carry you on my back when we were kids. It’s only fair." He turns around, walking backward as he quirks a brow at you, "I never threw up on your back." You smile sheepishly, no longer able to meet his gaze, "Alright, point taken." "You still o-" "I know, I know. You pick a day, and we can go pick out a coat." Cam grins, walking over to throw an arm over your shoulders, "You spoil me." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.22]]</div><</nobr>>

You feel like heading back, getting under a blanket and not getting back out. Just being alone. <i>Alone.</i> As the anxiety creeps up, first with a flutter in your chest, then your pulse quickens, and that familiar spiral of your thoughts you just can’t seem to control. Things feel overwhelming, from something as simple as getting up to simple interactions. Just the thought of closing yourself away, in a room, under that thick blanket on the couch. The relief that would seep into your body, that muffles out the world around you and creates a safe space just for you. Of course, beneath that sense of relief all your other emotions lay tangled up and a mess. Guilt, of knowing you’re avoiding your responsibilities. Loneliness, which is laughable considering you want to be alone in those moments. But that familiar hollow ache reminds you of the people you’re pushing away. The urge to pull away, to isolate is like a siren call, promising you safety from judgment and failure. At least briefly. You didn’t have to confront your insecurities or fears in those moments, you were practically untouchable. Until the stagnation sets in. You may feel comforted by it, but you were also haunted by it. A habit that shields you away yet also locks you there. "Hey," He reaches an arm out, holding onto your arm, pulling you from your thoughts as he searches your face. "We’ve got this. The two of us can handle anything. Alright?" His voice is soft as if calming a small animal. But it’s enough to help calm you. You give him a small nod. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.22]]</div><</nobr>>

You itch to work on something, anything. Filling hours of your day bent over paperwork, barely even remembering to eat. It was hard, especially when you lost your job. You just felt like a nervous ball of anxiety. It's probably why each time you get a rejection email, it jsut sends you spiraling even more. You don't just want something to bury yourself in you <i>need</i> it. At least it feels that way. Something to help keep the anxiety and thoughts away. You don’t miss the look Cam sends your way; he knew that you needed something to rely on during that time. But it got to be too much, you weren’t sleeping, and were barely eating. Until Cam finally talked some sense into you. "You know, I could always use an assistant.”" "Ah, yes I can imagine it now the entire time you’re supposed to be shooting photos will be spent talking each other’s ear off." He doesn’t deny it, as he glimpses at you. "Well, it’s a nice thought." "You’re not wrong." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.22]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam tried to lighten the mood with his usual jokes, but even his laughter sounded strained. "At least we’ll get a decent meal tonight," Cam said, his hands pulling at the sleeves of his sweater, attempting to sound upbeat. "Aunt Emma always makes enough to feed an army." You manage a small smile, appreciating his effort. "Yeah, which means we will have leftovers for the rest of the week. So-" Cam grins, "Oh maybe I can cook something wi-" You throw a hand up, stopping him in his tracks. "You promised." "Ugh, fine! I gave you food poisoning one time, one time, and really it wasn’t even me that did it. It was the food." Shaking your head you eye him, "Are you saying the food is the enemy?" He nods, pulling you close. "Exactly, I’d never hurt you." "On purpose." "On purpo- Hey!" Cam swats your shoulder, he sighs dramatically, allowing most of his weight to fall on you. "Thanks, Cam," you say quietly, "I don’t know what I’d do without you." "You won’t have to find out," he says softly. "We’ve got this." As the words hung in the air, a boyish smile spread across his face, revealing his dimple. It was a smile that made him look younger and more vulnerable. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.23]]</div><</nobr>>

Both of you fall into a comfortable quiet, as your feet naturally lead you toward the white brick house, the light from within shining against the stained glass. It’s hard not to reminisce when you’re here, your own home away from home. Most of your milestones were here, your first steps, your first words spoken, even your first kiss. Emma stands at the door, patting her cheeks to warm them up. "There you two are! I was starting to get worried you’d forgotten," she teased, pulling the both of you into a tight hug once you reached the porch. "Aw, come on Em. We could never forget dinner at your place," Cam says grinning. "I’d starve without you, waste away. Then where would I be?" "Yeah, yeah. Dramatic as ever Cameron. Come on in, I made some roast." She loops one arm through Cam’s, throwing you a look to make sure you follow. “You mean theatrical, Em.” You snort. He ignores your comment instead his face lights up at the sound of food, "Oh, with garlic mashed potatoes?" "Do you really have to ask? I’ve made them for you since you were no taller than my knee." The familiar scent of vanilla greets you as soon as you enter the entrance, followed by the smell of home-cooked food, the cozy warmth of the house begins to melt away some of the tension. It’s not long before you fall into the usual routine, Cam, and you make your way into the dining room, sitting in your usual spots. While Emma brings each plate to the table. She sets down your plate and hers and goes back to get Cam’s only to stop at the doorway when she realizes she forgot something. "Oh, I forgot the rolls hold on." Emma hurries back into the kitchen. "Em, are you picking favorites now? You just had to give $p_name $p_hisher plate first didn’t you." He teases. Cam’s eyes rake over the table then eye your plate a mischievous glint in his eye. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.24]]</div><</nobr>>

"Cam, if you even think about eating my food, I swear I’ll tell Emma about those magazines you have hidden in the closet," your tone is teasing but serious enough to make Cam pause, his hand stopping halfway from your plate. His face turns bright red, you can’t help but smirk knowing you’ve flustered him. "W-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about," he stammered, trying his best to play it cool. "How do you even know they’re mine?" You raise a brow, a knowing smile playing on your lips. "Oh please, Cam. Who else would hide magazines in the closet? Especially with such sexy covers." His eyes widen, his embarrassment deepening. "Hey, those are…I mean, they could be anyone’s! " "Mhm, nice try, but we both know Em wouldn’t be hiding those in the closet. Nice little collection ya have there. Oh, and the names! Let’s see there was one I was curious about." Cam fidgets, watching the door waiting for Emma to stick her head in any minute. He takes a long drink of his water, trying to calm himself. Ignore your teasing. "Oh! Double D. Licious." A better person would stop after that, seeing how beet red his face is, alas you’re not a better person. His vision falls to the table, clearly more interesting a topic. His hands smoothed out the lines of a tablecloth before picking up his glass. "Though there was one that looked like it’s seen a lot of <i>use</i> what with how the pages are bent. What was it…hmm. Ah! Breed Them Better." That was all it took for him to get strangled, coughing hard into his fist, and smacking himself on the chest. "Shit, sorry. I was just teasing." You begin to stand to walk over and help and he shoots you a look, waving his hand to let you know he’s alright. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.25]]</div><</nobr>>

Emma comes back in, Cam’s plate full of roast, potatoes, and too many rolls for one person. She gives him a worried look and aims to pat him on the back. "Cam, honey you should know how to swallow as old as you are." This causes you to laugh, so hard that your ribs hurt, and it takes you several minutes to calm down. "Alright, I don’t want to know what you two were talking about, but keep it clean at dinner." As you eat, Emma can’t help but notice the stress etched on your face. "What’s going on?" Cam and you share a glance before speaking. "It’s just been tough; the interview didn’t go well. I’ve gotten nothing but rejection emails left and right. It feels like there’s no point of even trying." She shoots Cam a look and then reaches across the table, squeezing your hand. "You’ll figure it out. That’s one of the things we have in common; we have the brains and the looks in the family. Now eat." Emma gives you a look, the same one she would give you when you didn’t want to eat vegetables as a kid. Cam stops mid-bite, his mouth full of food. "Wh…?" he mumbles, but the words are muffled. He swallows hastily, and tries again, "What’s the other thing you have in common?" Emma smirks at you, "We both have bitches for sisters." He snorts, and part of you worries he might choke on his food. Emma and you join in the laughter. "Didn’t you have a shoot the other day?" Emma motions to Cam, scooping him out another serving of mashed potatoes. It takes Cam a few minutes to remember, he swallows his bite of food, "Yeah, for some landlord." He continues, "He’s having a rough time keeping tenants so I thought we would frame the place more family oriented. Got lucky because it was his niece’s birthday, but the cake got destroyed." Emma pours you another glass of water, "What happened to it?" Cam clicks his tongue, "He said someone ran into him on the sidewalk, and it was unsalvageable." You sink in your seat, <i>There’s no way. No fucking way.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.26]]</div><</nobr>>

Emma covers her face with a hand and groans, "Poor thing, hope the niece had a good time regardless. What was the landlord’s name?" Cam gives you a curious look then shrugs and looks back at Emma, "Ardent, something. Weird name, like a tree. Grumpy too." "Like you when you don’t have your food?" she teases, causing Cam to pout. "I’m nothing like him. He still hasn’t sent my payment." The conversation then turns to other things, the crisp autumn weather, the state of your apartment, and the new roommate Angela, which only caused Emma to freak out for a few minutes. Cam finishes his plate first, Emma, and you finish a few minutes later, "You relax, I’m going to finish up some dishes. You still have boxes in the guest room you can look through from, well." She doesn’t have to say from when because you both remember stumbling into her apartment, Cam hot on your heels. Seeking some sort of familial support. The support your parents denied you. You give her a solemn nod before heading upstairs, down the hall to the guest room, practically Cam’s bedroom, he stayed here so much. You push the door open; it looks the same as it ever did. The twin bed was perfectly made, a stuffed bat lay nestled between the pillows. The very bat plush you won for Cam at your high school carnival. Pictures aligned the wall of the two of you, some mishmash of band posters haphazardly stuck on the wall. And you know exactly what you’ll find once you open the closet. Dirty magazines would be too much ammunition for Aunt Emma to tease Cam about. You let your fingers trace over the frames, the kids you used to be. Cam with his red hair and braces, you with a bad haircut and an arm cast. <i>How the hell did you talk me into letting you cut my hair?</i> You spent so much time of your younger years in this room, rough-housing and talking, the number of whispered secrets this room holds. Your eyes fall onto the boxes your aunt mentioned. Neatly tucked in the corner, under the bay window. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.27]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $Character to true>> <<set $Relationships to true>>

<i>It’s now or never.</i> You sit on the cold wooden floor, yanking one of the blankets off the bed and covering yourself up. Sometimes it felt like just yesterday when you learned of what was really going on, and sometimes it felt as though it was a year ago. Maybe, when you open the box this time, it will feel like someone else’s life, someone else’s belongings you’re going through and not your own. Instead, it would be someone else who wasted years of their life, a relationship that broke a friendship, that broke you. That pulled the veil back on what you thought was a fairytale, a family you thought cared for you. Your fingers shake as they inch closer to the brown boxes, causing you to take a moment. To breathe, truly breathe. In and out, again, in and out. Wiping your clammy hands on the blanket you take one last deep breath, you steady yourself, unsure what you will find when you open it. You tore the top open, there was no point in trying to delay it further. The first few items are unsurprising, a couple of pieces of clothing, some books, and other knickknacks. Lying helplessly in the bottom of the first box is a stuffed bear. $d_name’s stuffed bear, with half its ear torn off and stitched closed, a missing eye, and chew marks from when they were a puppy. You must have grabbed it absentmindedly, thinking you would be able to take $d_name with you. Here’s hoping $d_heshe isn’t missing it too much. Holding onto the bear, you close the box and move on to the next. A pile of photos lay strewn about. Snapshots of happier times, moments that now felt like they belonged to someone else. From family photos to up close shots of $d_name. Cam and you on the first day of university, but that’s not the one that catches your attention. Instead, it’s a photo Cam had taken, he’s holding the camera giving a cheesy grin, you in the middle, and there beside you, <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Gage, your ex-boyfriend.|Gage exbf][$g_name to "Gage", $g_gender to "male", $g_person to "man", $g_heshe to "he", $g_HeShe to "He", $g_himher to "him", $g_hisher to "his", $g_HisHer to "His", $g_hishers to "his", $g_himself to "himself", $g_MX to "MR",$g_boyfriend to "boyfriend"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Garnet, your ex-girlfriend.|Garnet exgf][$g_name to "Garnet", $g_gender to "female", $g_person to "woman", $g_heshe to "she", $g_HeShe to "She", $g_himher to "her", $g_hisher to "her", $g_HisHer to "Her", $g_hishers to "hers", $g_himself to "herself", $g_MX to "Ms", $g_boyfriend to "girlfriend"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Gage, your former school rival and friend.|Gage friend][$g_name to "Gage", $g_gender to "male", $g_person to "man", $g_heshe to "he", $g_HeShe to "He", $g_himher to "him", $g_hisher to "his", $g_HisHer to "His", $g_hishers to "his", $g_himself to "himself", $g_MX to "MR",$g_boyfriend to "boyfriend"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Garnet, your former school rival and friend.|Garnet friend][$g_name to "Garnet", $g_gender to "female", $g_person to "woman", $g_heshe to "she", $g_HeShe to "She", $g_himher to "her", $g_hisher to "her", $g_HisHer to "Her", $g_hishers to "hers", $g_himself to "herself", $g_MX to "Ms", $g_boyfriend to "girlfriend"]]</div> <</nobr>>

He’s scowling at the camera, his hand brushing against yours. It’s like you two were caught in the act. He was so drunk, attempting to build up the courage to ask you out. Cam broke down his walls allowing him to be himself, and he slowly warmed up to you. You two were still competitive when it came to school, but after that night everything changed. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.28]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $gromance to true>> <<set $g_met to true>>

He’s scowling at the camera, hand clenched into a fist. You had been arguing about an assignment you got stuck doing together but still wanted to hang out. It took time to wear down the icy walls he kept up, Cam befriending him first, and you not long after. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.28]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $gromance to false>> <<set $g_met to true>>

She’s scowling at the camera, her hand brushing against yours. It’s like you two were caught in the act. She was so drunk, attempting to build up the courage to ask you out. Cam broke down her walls allowing her to be herself, and she slowly warmed up to you. You two were still competitive when it came to school, but after that night everything changed. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.28]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $gromance to true>> <<set $g_met to true>>

She’s scowling at the camera, hand clenched into a fist. You had been arguing about an assignment you got stuck doing together but still wanted to hang out. It took time to wear down the icy walls she kept up, Cam befriending her first, and you not long after. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.28]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $gromance to false>> <<set $g_met to true>>

A sigh escapes your lips, the weight of memories pressing down on you. “This was taken before everything fell apart,” you murmur to yourself, tracing the outline of $g_hisher face with a fingertip. It had been so long since you talked to $g_name. <i>Too long.</i> You try to think, you know you talked to $g_himher after that night in the dorms after Chris came in and any semblance of a relationship you had was turned to dust. Thinking of $g_name, with those unshed tears in those dark eyes was gutwrenching. $g_HeShe refused to cry, at least in front of you. You had sent $g_himher a cake for $g_hisher birthday, and Cam took it to them. You weren’t sure you could have mustered the courage. It was hard not to think of $g_hisher existence, not with their shared friendship with Cam. But since you were with Chris, seeing $g_name and talking to $g_himher wasn't a possibility. But Chris isn’t holding you back, not anymore. You place the photo back in the box, and your hand brushes against something soft. You grasp it and pull it out. The dark blue fabric could almost be thought of as black, much like $g_name’s eyes. A small dog is embroidered on the chest, $g_name had done it $g_himself. The door opens behind you, and you don’t have to look to know who it is, as he walks over to look at what you’re doing. “Hey, isn’t that…” Cam points a finger to the sweater you’re holding. “$g_name’s.” “Didn’t you two argue about that sweater? $g_HeShe said you had it, and you swore you didn’t.” “Hey,” you turn to look at Cam ready to defend yourself. “I didn’t have it then. It was in their dorm room. I took it after that.” “Ah my little klepto,” Cam teases, patting you on the head. “You know $g_heshe still asks about it.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.29]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $g_approval to 50>>

Cam must notice the surprise on your face as he pats you on the shoulder and takes his phone out of his pocket. "Look." He says clicking a few buttons only to pull up a text from $g_name. <p class="receive">Cameron, I want to have dinner with you.</p> <p class="send">er, like some kind of date? nah, can't risk it. i don't want my beauty to be outshined. :p</p> <p class="receive">Not in your wildest dreams.</p> <p class="send">rude.</p> <p class="receive">I want to have dinner with my friend and my</p> Before you can read further Cam takes the phone, “Ah, sorry wrong one.” He scrolls farther down and then hands you the phone again. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.30]]</div><</nobr>>

You grumble, not wanting to openly admit that you wanted to keep reading. Cam shoots you a smirk and nods to the phone in your hand. <p class="send">i swear, i don't know what happened to it. maybe Chris stole it. You two did live together.</p> <p class="receive">Unlikely, I would never let them around anything that's mine.</p> <p class="send">didn't you say that $p_name was yours?</p> Your heart leaps in your throat, since when did these two talk about you in that way? <p class="receive">Cameron.</p> <p class="send">ah, sorry. i wasn't thinking.</p> <p class="receive">Tell me something I don't know. I just miss $p_himher.</p> <p class="receive">The sweater I mean!</p> <p class="receive">It autocorrected. that's all, nothing more.</p> <p class="send">suuuuuuure. i miss the 'sweater' too.</p> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.31]]</div><</nobr>>

You’re not sure what to feel, not exactly. Your relationship could get heated, what with how much you two argued especially when you were assigned to work together. But there was more to your relationship than that. You can’t deny being curious about who $g_heshe wanted Cam to have dinner with. Some part of you hoped that it was more than the shirt $g_heshe missed. Cam finds it in himself to pull you from your thoughts "Finally going through stuff?" he sits beside you, taking the shirt and softly putting it back in the box. You reach for the last box, but Cam moves it out of your reach. "Hey, give it. The sooner I’m done with it the better." His brow furrows as you lean grabbing it by the corner, Cam pulls it tight pushing it farther away. "Not that one." "Cam." You get on your knees leaning over him. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.32]]</div><</nobr>>

"No, Red don’t. Besides, uh that one yeah that one’s mine." Cam smiles at you as if you can’t tell through his lie. Cam not wanting to let you have the box pushes it farther out of the way, this causes your curiosity to peak. <i>What the hell is in that box?</i> Theres a brief tug of war, Cam flipping to his stomach crawling on his elbows to try and claim it one final time. He flips over onto his back, looking at you bewildered. Straddling him, you use your weight to try and pin him to his spot. You’re nothing if not resourceful when you need to be. <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice"><<link 'While you fought for it, you now shrug. All but giving up and flopping down on the floor.' 'Interview 1.32a'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 1,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice"><<link '"Remember the rules? Three taps, I win." You joke, and Cam just rolls his eyes.' 'Interview 1.32b'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 2,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'You freeze realizing the position you put the two of you in, your cheeks warming under his gaze.' 'Interview 1.32c'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy +2,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 3,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link '"Cmon. You know this is the only way," his moving causes you to wiggle your hips, causing Cam to stiffen and gasp.' 'Interview 1.32d'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 3, 0, 100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 3, 0, 100)>><</link>></div></div><</nobr>>

Cam quickly picks up on your lack of interest, his brow furrowing as he sits up to retrieve the box. He chews his lip briefly, giving it a good thought before pushing the box closer to you. "Here, it might…I don’t know. But maybe something in there will help with." He doesn’t finish, there’s no need to. Ever since everything happened, you’ve been less, well you. While normally you would have fought Cam for the box, now you simply just can’t. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.33]]</div><</nobr>>

"Hey! Hey, get off!" he yells, squirming underneath you. "Say it." You pin his hands down, his grip on the box loosens as he groans loudly. "For fuck’s sake $p_name, I give. I give, alright. You can have it." Cam taps out, one, two, and three. "What’s the score now?" You watch as his cheeks deflate, "Five to four, you in the lead." Smiling triumphantly, you let go of his arms, and at that moment the door opens. Emma stares at you, "Listen, you two can screw around all you want but don’t make him scream that loud. Go easy on the poor guy $p_name." She teases, before leaving just as quickly as she appears. You can’t help but laugh at Emma’s teasing, but it only causes Cam to groan and cover his face. You decide to spare him and let him up, taking the box with you onto the bed. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.33]]</div><</nobr>>

"S..sorr-" Before you can finish, Cam pushes you back, pinning you underneath him. He leans down, close to your face. You can feel his breath warming your cheeks as he looks you over. "Not so tough now, are ya?" Cam’s grip on your wrists loosens, allowing you to move if you want, his fingertips grazing the delicate skin. You know you should be trying to move, trying to get out from under him. But looking at him from this angle, your heart pounding in your chest, you can’t. Watching as his eyes take you in. It’s at this moment the door opens. Emma stares at you and grins. <i>Crap.</i> "Well, if I knew you two would be up here screwing around, I would have at least knocked." She teases, before leaving just as quickly as she appears You groan loudly, moving your arms to cover your face. With Cam leaning on top of you, you’re able to feel his laugh vibrate through his chest. "Not a word." you point at him, causing him to laugh even harder. You quickly sit up, trying to ignore the glances they throw your way as you go to grab the box and take it with you, sitting on the bed. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.33]]</div><</nobr>>

"Hey! Hey, get off!" he yells, squirming underneath you. "Say it." Cam arches his hips upwards, trying to buck you off, to remove your hold on him, but you knew that if he really wanted to, you would be lying flat on your back. "No." "I gi-. Fuck…st-stop movin’ around would ya." His eyes glance at your thighs, holding him down, causing his cheeks to bloom. "Oh, what’s wrong Cam, too proud to tell me I won, is that it? Alright, fine I’ll stop." You aim to get up, but Cam’s hands grips your thigh. "Don’t!" He pleads. You quirk a brow at him. "What?" "What?" It’s as if he’s shocked the word came out of his mouth. You let go of his arms in your confusion, and at that moment the door opens. Emma stares at you, "Listen, you two can screw around all you want, but maybe keep the voices down. I don’t need to hear it alright?" She teases, before leaving just as quickly as she appears. You can’t help but laugh at Emma’s teasing, but it’s cut short when you look at Cam who looks like he would rather bury himself under the floorboards. Deciding to spare the both of you any more teasing, you grab the box, and sit it beside you on the bed. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.33]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam carefully watches you as you reach into the box, shifting nervously from foot to foot. His expression is a mix of guilt and awkwardness. Your hand brushes over something soft, and as you pull it out, you freeze-a black box wrapped in a green bow. You know inside is your wedding ring. You vividly remember seeing it last on the kitchen floor, strewn about with Chris and Jade’s clothes. "What is this doing here?" you ask, your voice thick with emotion. Cam can’t meet your gaze, probably afraid of what he will see if he does. "I couldn’t stand the thought of them keeping it. So, I took it." He walks over, slowly, hesitantly, and takes the box from you. "I don’t want-" "I’ll take care of it, I promise." It’s all he says, as he watches you continue going through the box’s contents. "Chris’s car key?" you mumble to yourself, running your finger over the key, you don’t remember taking it. Maybe you were so upset you did it subconsciously. The next few items are just as confusing, <i>one</i> shoe belonging to Chris. TV remote, and a bag full of batteries. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.34]]</div><</nobr>>

As soon as you look at him, he looks down, as if the floor was much more interesting to look at. "Really?" "I.. uh.. I don’t think $ch_heshe will miss them." Cam can’t help but smile as he looks at you, rubbing the back of his neck. A sudden unexpected laugh bubbles out of you. You try to stifle it, but it bursts out filling the small room. Cam’s eyes widen in surprise. "What’s so funny?" You dangle the key in one hand, and the lone shoe with the other, waving them like a flag. "I can’t believe you took these. I mean, who does that?" Cam relaxes, a sheepish grin spread across his face. "I thought it might help, you know, lighten the mood or something. When you finally went through them." You shake your head, "Only you, Cam." You catch a breath, wiping a tear from your eye. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?" Cam chuckles, "What are best friends for?" The laughter finally dies down, and Cam tosses the box onto the ground. He flops back, hands behind his head, and you follow suit lying on your stomach beside him. The next twenty minutes are spent leisurely, scrolling on your phone, reminiscing about all the things that had happened in this room. Both of you fed to capacity thanks to Em. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.35]]</div><</nobr>>

You roll over on your back as Cam continues talking, your mind starting to wander. So much has changed in the past year alone. Your relationship with Chris and Jade made sure of that. Then you lost your home, and your dog, while you had your job for months after, that was now gone too. Each day blurring into the next, an endless loop of rejection emails and dwindling hope. The interview was just a drop in the bucket of how shitty your luck has been. If you believe in that. Cam’s words fade into the background, you feel a rush of emotions, a storm of frustration, fear, and anger boiling inside you. The constant setbacks, the self-doubt that’s been gnawing at you since seeing Chris and Jade on that stupid kitchen island. There is one idea that continues to pop up in your head, it has been since the interview. But now it’s almost incessant, you hate to admit you’ve thought about it routinely the past few weeks. Remembering Mr. Navarro across from you, asking if you ever thought about opening your own business. It would be costly, draining a large amount of your bank account. But you could look into getting a small business loan if it’s needed. Doing some pro-bono could help get your name out there. You could even just focus on freelance PR. Really you have several options. It would be a gamble, a big one. <i>What do I have to lose?</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.36]]</div><</nobr>>

"$p_name? Hey, you in there? Earth to $p_name-" Cam waves his hand in front of your face pulling you from your thoughts. You sit up abruptly, cutting Cam off mid-sentence. His hand nearly smacked you in the head, and it would have happened if not for his quick reflexes. "No," your voice trembles with a mix of fear and determination. You do your best to ignore the knot in your stomach. He looks at you puzzled, "What do you mean no?" "Cam, you’re going to start thinking I’m insane." He sits up, a mischievous grin on his lips, his eyes sparkling playfully "Little late for that Red." He sticks his tongue out, revealing the small silver glint of his tongue ring. The metal catches the light, adding a cheeky edge to his expression. Before you can catch yourself you quickly grab his tongue with your fingers, causing Cam to protest grabbing your wrist. "Whaa uh oo oooing!?" <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice"><<link '"Just making sure that mouth of yours doesnt get you into more trouble."' 'Interview 1.36a'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 2,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link '"I totally forgot you pierced it."' 'Interview 1.36b'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy + 2,0,100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 2,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link '"You keep sticking that tongue out, and Im going to expect you to use it."' 'Interview 1.36c'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 2, 0, 100)>><<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 2, 0, 100)>><</link>></div></div><</nobr>>

Cam glares at you, only causing you to laugh at him, his tongue still in your grasp. You wiggle it playfully then let go, causing Cam to release his hold on your wrist. You watch as he rubs it as if it itches. "My mouth never gets me in trouble." He mumbles. "Oh yeah, do I need to remind you of the time we were at prom and you-" Cam throws his hands up, waving them around. "Nope, nah. I’m good really. Besides I was a kid, ya can’t hold me to that." "But Cam, you were so sweet you-" He covers his ears and begins to sing not wanting to rehash that night. Em’s voice causes him to jerk, "Cameron Clarke you stop that caterwauling right now, we don’t want the neighbors calling the cops again about someone being murdered!" You both yell in unison, "Sorry Em." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.37]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam’s eyes widen as you lean forward, flicking the little piece of jewelry. His grip on your wrist loosens and you can faintly see a blush creeping up his neck. You clear your throat, realizing what you’re doing, and you let go. He begins to rub it as if your touch caused it to itch. "Did it hurt?" He shrugs, "Not as bad as when you pierced my ear." His fingers trace the scar now, a small smile gracing his face. "Yeah, sorry. It could have gone better." Your voice is quiet causing him to look at you, a lock of red hair grazing his forehead. "Don’t be. It’s like I’ll have a piece of you with me forever now." The grin he gives you is endearing and could even make your heart lurch. He must see your cheeks warm as he leans forward a glint in his eyes, you rub your nose trying to ignore his gaze. "So, what you’re saying is, you like that I marked you?" The sound that comes from him is anything but pleasing as if he got strangled by his saliva, he coughs hard into his fist trying not to look at you. "Cam!" You pat his back, but he just shakes his head, sinking down his arms on his knees and burrowing his face against them. "I’m in danger." He all but whispers as he gets his coughing under control. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.37]]</div><</nobr>>

You don’t know what’s worse, the way his face instantly reddens or the sound that escapes him, something between a groan and a growl. More often than not, you can read Cam like a book, but not this time. There is a look in his eyes you can’t decipher and his grip on your wrist tightens. He jerks back, breaking your gaze. "Don’t tease me." His shoulders slump slightly, and he rubs the bridge of his nose with his hand. "Who said I was teasing?" but the lilt in your voice gives it away. You have always teased each other, it’s just part of your dynamic. He leans forward, cradling his head in his hands. "Ah, I’m in danger." He says in such a small voice you nearly miss it. Allowing his head to fall onto his knees to escape the look you give him. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.37]]</div><</nobr>>

After several minutes of him collecting himself, he sits back, tilting his head to look at you. "Now, why will I think you’re insane?" You take a deep breath, your gaze meeting his again with newfound determination. "I’ve been thinking over and over in my head, and I came to a decision. I’m going to start my own PR firm," the words carry a mix of fear and resolve. Cam blinks in surprise, a smile spreading slowly across his face. "Really? You’re going for it?" "Yeah," you reply, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. "I am. I mean, I think. No, I-I am. I’m doing it. If not now when? I’ve got enough saved up to start. What I make after, can go back into the business and go towards a lawyer, for-" "$d_name." Cam finishes your thought. Nodding your head you rake your hand over your face, "Freelance is an option, I can just get my name out there. It’s worth a shot." You’re not sure if you’re saying it more for him or yourself. It’s a big undertaking, but you know deep down, that if you don’t at least try you’ll regret it. <i>What’s the worst that can happen? Besides absolute fucking failure.</i> You could waste loads of cash, not get any clients, and all of it could be for nothing. There’s a slim chance it could work. Of course, that’s just to name a few. But on the bright side, there must be one, right? You could finally have some sense of control back, and that has to be worth something. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.38]]</div><</nobr>>

The bedroom door opens, and Emma carries a tray over to sit on the bed, with three cups of what smells like hot cocoa. "You were eavesdropping," Cam says it is a matter of fact. For a moment she fakes outrage, dramatic as ever. "I would neeever. How could you think such a thing? After everything I- Alright what gave it away?" You point to her grin, and she winks at you. "So, what do you think Em?" She joins you two on the bed, scooching in between you. "I think it’s about time." "Ha!" Cam laughs, causing his cup to splash just a bit of cocoa onto his fingers and making him hiss. "You always wanted something to call your own, remember? You two used to play pretend and you were always the boss and that one there," she throws a thumb at Cam, as he blows on his fingers. "Was either working for you or was your customer." You three continue talking, into the late hours of the night. Aunt Emma wasn’t surprised Cam stole Chris’s things, if anything she was more upset that he didn’t take more. <i>Atta’ boy</i>, she jeered smacking him on the back when she saw he had taken the wedding ring. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.39]]</div><</nobr>>

You chime in here and there, mentioning what you had to do next, from business plans to registering the business itself, not to mention putting out fillers for clients. Em asks if you’ve heard from your parents and you fill her in on the call, Cam commentating as if a spectator of some wrestling match. Emma stands walking over to sit on the window seat looking out at the street below, sipping at her cocoa that has now turned lukewarm. "You know, it’s quite something," she says thoughtfully, "seeing you take on your first big business decision like this. It reminds me of some of the choices I’ve had to make. Some of them bad, but some of them the best decisions I’ve ever made." She looks at Cam as she says that. He smiles before walking over to give her a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking the now empty cup from her and returning it to the tray. In moments like this, it’s hard to think of someone else being Cam’s nanny besides Em. No one else could have done a better job, you’re sure he would agree. "It feels like a huge step." Em chuckles softly, her gaze drifting towards a picture of Cam and you at a school play. Each of you having a missing tooth, leaving you looking even worse than your mess of hair. "You know, it makes me think of your other milestones. Like losing your first tooth." Cam snorts pointing at your hair in the photo, "Shit, I forgot you cut it so bad." Em shoots him a look, "No I didn’t. You cut $p_hisher hair. I came in and you had half of $p_hisher bangs cut straight off Mr." "Oh crap…right forgot that." He chuckles awkwardly. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.40]]</div><</nobr>>

"Course you did, you weren’t the one crying the rest of the day. That was the first time $p_name had a haircut. As I was saying," Em shakes her head at Cam. "Ah, sorry milestones." Cam makes a gesture of air quotes, before subtly walking over to the closet and twisting the lock. Em narrows her eyes at him. <i>Not as subtle as you hoped Cam.</i> "Who…was your first kiss?" You blink, momentarily taken aback by the turn of conversation. There’s an awkward pause as Cam glances between you and Em. "Em, what does that-" "It’s just that sometimes the smallest choice can feel just as significant as the big ones." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.41]]</div><</nobr>>

You shift nervously on the bed, your mug of cocoa cradled in your hands as you stare into it. Fiddling with it does little to calm your anxiety. You avoid making eye contact with Cam, instead focusing intently on the blanket of the bed. With a heavy sigh, you lift one hand to your lips, brushing them lightly as if trying to recall the memory. When you finally spoke, your voice was barely more than a whisper. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[["It was Cam."|Cam First Kiss][$firstkiss to "Cam"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[You think back to the photo in the box, the sweater with the dog on the front. “Ga-“|G First Kiss][$firstkiss to "$g_name"]]</div> <div class="choice">[["It was Chris."|Chris First Kiss][$firstkiss to "Chris"]]</div> <</nobr>>

Emma’s reaction is so dramatic, probably where Cam gets it from if you had to think about it. “Oh, I knew it. I knew it!” Her eyes widened in surprise, and then a deep, hearty cackle erupted from her. Her laugh was so rich and full, echoing through the room. She clutched her side as she laughed, shaking her head in a mixture of disbelief and joy. It was almost infectious; it probably would be if not for how embarrassed you were. Or how Cam looked on in a mixture of embarrassment and bewilderment, as Em’s laugh continued to reverberate around you. Cam’s reaction was immediate, his face flushed so red, it nearly matched his hair. He shifts awkwardly, suddenly very aware of his surroundings. He turns around facing the wall of photos. One hand rubs the back of his neck avoiding any eye contact, the color of his neck matching the tint of his ears. His usual confident demeanor faltered as he tried to gain any semblance of composure, mumbling something under his breath. His other hand fidgets, fingers drumming nervously against his thigh. He clears his throat several times, only causing Em to laugh harder at his reaction. After a few minutes, her laughter tapers off. It’s when you see the look on her face that you know she’s up to something. She looks toward Cam who has since turned around to face the two of you. “So..was it good?” Cam gasps, sputters, squeaks? You’re not sure what word wrangled its way from his throat, maybe all of them. His eyes burrow into her, like that’s going to take back the question. Emma’s eyes look you over, a soft smile on her face. One you’ve come to adore, the only motherly smile you’ve had pointed in your direction. Thinking he also wants the answer Cam turns to you. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, the blush was still evident on his face. You quickly avert your gaze, flopping back on the bed to ignore the looks of both. “I’m not answering that.” “Party pooper.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.42]]</div><</nobr>>

"$g_name." you whisper. Emma smiles and looks at Cam who is looking at anywhere but you. He was aware of that kiss, he walked in on it. While he laughed so hard about it then, now it’s just a reminder of how things between the three of you changed. Cam was your biggest supporter when it came to your relationship with $g_name. "Was it a good one?" Em asks. You sigh, nodding at her. "It was…amazing." You flop back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling at the old glow in the dark stars that still cling to its surface. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.42]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam turns, you’re no longer able to see his reaction, but Em must find it to be a good one as she snickers. "Was it a good one?" She asks, tearing her eyes away from Cam who flops on the floor, wrapping his arms around his legs as he looks, well at the wall. You shrug. It might have been, it might have been horrible. It’s hard to think of it now, hard to think of that kiss, that memory and it not be tainted by what you know now. You flop back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling at the old glow in the dark stars that still cling to its surface. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.42]]</div><</nobr>>

The three of you talk for what feels like hours. You’re not sure when Emma turns in for the night, or when Cam finally drifts to sleep lying beside you. With one leg thrown over one of the many pillows he placed between you, while the other hangs off the edge of the bed, his breathing labored and deep. <i>Alright, guess we’re doing this. I’m going to start my own damn business…Ah! What the fuck was I thinking!?</i>You groan, throwing an arm over your eyes, causing Cam to mumble something about Oreos. You’re scared, excited, anxious, so many things all at once. The quiet causes you to remember what Chris had said one of the times you mentioned wanting to start your own business. <i>”Why would you want to do that? Do you really think you can handle running a business on your own? It’s a huge risk, and honestly, I don’t see you pulling it off”</i> Looking back at it now, at what you know now, you can’t help but think that was $ch_hisher way of undermining you, to plant seeds of doubt in your mind. Chris could never fathom the idea of you succeeding without $ch_himher. You suppose in some way your ambition was a threat to $ch_himher, well $ch_hisher ego more likely. <i>"You don’t want to bite off more than you can chew. Just think about that.”</i> But you had thought about it so many times. When you were looking for support from Chris about it, $ch_heshe just kept talking you out of it. Until one day, you no longer mentioned it. You can’t help but think back to what Mr. Navarro said if he was willing to hire you on merit alone, that you could be an asset for a company as big as EagleCrest, then surely you can do this. You didn’t bust your ass at university for nothing. Years tolled away at a company that managed to toss you away. Chris’s lack of faith hurt you before, but now, it only fuels your resolve. You want to prove them wrong, Chris, your parents, Jade, even yourself. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4]]</div><</nobr>>

Weeks ticked by, and you’ve been nothing but busy. You suppose that’s one of the positives of wanting to start your own business. There is so much to do, and it almost feels as if there is no time to do it. The café is not overly busy this early in the morning, as patrons are cozied up sipping lattes, and coffee, and some even enjoying cider. The café is not too big, and not too small with dark flooring and even darker green walls. Large windows line the wall, with faux ivy climbing around the doors. Dents align the tops of the small wooden tables, while those near the glass have booth seating. Your fingers thrum absentmindedly on the tabletop as you gaze around the room. Industrial lighting hangs throughout, what could be considered small chandeliers if you didn’t know better. Books line the left side of the room, old and marred. An old bronze register sits on the counter, sticking more often than not if the complaints of the workers are anything to go by. You can’t deny you’re curious about how Kara found this place, maybe Cam had mentioned it to her. Being here causes you to long for those days, hanging out with those two. You three got into more trouble than you cared to admit, much to $g_name’s displeasure. After deciding to start your own business you were eager to get started. Thankfully Kara was more than happy to help. She had helped oversee many of her father’s business transactions and found herself going over many of the documents. You couldn’t think of who better to help look it over than someone as integral to the Clarke family legacy as her. You could have asked Cam to help, but the less he has to do with his family the happier he is. So, instead, you sit here in an old café from your past waiting on Kara who is now twenty-four minutes late. A cup is placed in front of you, one you know you didn’t order. Your eyes catch on the old woman in front of you, Mira, if you remember correctly. You haven’t seen her in years, but she still seemed to remember your usual. With a heavy sigh, you lift one hand to your lips, brushing them lightly as if trying to recall the memory. When you finally spoke, your voice was barely more than a whisper. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Coffee.|scene 4.1][$drink to "coffee"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Iced Tea|scene 4.1][$drink to "iced tea"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Hot Cocoa|scene 4.1][$drink to "hot cocoa"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Cider|scene 4.1][$drink to "cider"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Matcha|scene 4.1][$drink to "matcha"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Tea|scene 4.1][$drink to "tea"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Water|scene 4.1][$drink to "water"]]</div> <</nobr>>

"Oh, $drink?" You give her a questioning look. She nods at you, the wrinkles around her eyes deeper than you remember. "Oh, sorry sweetie I wasn’t thinking. Is it still your favorite?" You nod, taking the drink into your hands. "I’m surprised you remembered." Her smile is warm; one you remember fondly. "How could I forget, you three gave the best tips," she winks, "I saw your friend’s here a bit back. That one, the quiet one, ya know the one always lost in their head. What was $g_hisher name again?" "$g_name." She snaps her fingers as you rub a thumb over the Cafe’s logo on the cup. <i>Midnight Bean Cafe</i>, it was fitting given how late they stay open, and how many nights you sat tucked together around the tables studying your heart out for exams. "Anyways, $g_heshe sure seemed to enjoy that little cake. Even though your friend kept trying to steal a bite. Glad to see those two haven't changed any. Well, I need to get back to it. You just enjoy your drink. It’s on the house." Mira smacks the table, not giving you time to protest. She was always that way, always giving you 'kids' things, coffee, pastries, anything she thought you would like. You think back to what she said, wondering if $g_name knew that the cake $g_heshe ate, you had stayed up all night to make. It was $g_hisher favorite. You couldn’t let their birthday pass without making $g_himher one, though you’ve had to get creative on how $g_heshe get's it every year. Something Cam was more than happy to help with, always supplying $g_name with the cake, never daring to tell $g_himher you made it. Because you know if he did, $g_name likely wouldn’t touch it. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.2]]</div><</nobr>>

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the bell above the door dings, "$p_name, you came." Kara throws you a quick smile before walking toward the counter to order an iced latte. She sits in the chair across from you, carefully taking off her overcoat and placing it on the back of the chair. Her hair was braided with loose tendrils framing her face. Her cheeks are red from the cool breeze outside. "Were you waiting long?" "No more than usual. Good to see you are still as <i>punctual</i> as ever," a small grin graces your face as she throws you a look. Her fingers flick your cup. "Well excuse me, some of us can’t just roll out of bed and look good." "Flattery will get you nowhere Ms. Clarke." "We’ll see about that." she tuts, laying her bag in the chair beside her before pulling out several stacks of paper. "So, I looked it over, even had one of the paralegals at Dad’s firm glance at it. Just making sure we didn’t forget something." You wince, thinking of just how much that’s going to cost you. "How bad was it?" "What?" You tap a finger on the papers, "The cost for that paralegal." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.3]]</div><</nobr>>

Mira walks over, placing Kara’s drink in front of her and a lone red velvet cupcake. "Thanks Mira," Kara takes a long sip of her drink. "Oh, don’t worry about it I took care of it. And, paid for his silence. So, Dad won’t be sticking his nose in." Kara shoots you a smile before twirling her straw in her latte, stirring up the vanilla flavoring clinging to the bottom. <i>Clay isn’t the one I’m worried about.</i> If Clay Clarke wanted you out of business you had no doubt, he could make it happen. But you weren’t worried about him sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong, no, the one you were more concerned about was Chris, who would no doubt then tell Jade. You try to shake it from your thoughts, they’ll find out eventually either way. You take a deep breath and try not to let your shoulders slump, "Alright, tell me now, how bad is it? How bad did I fuck the paperwork?" Kara’s laugh is warm, melodic in a way and her gaze is one you’ve come to appreciate over time. It was nice to have another friend, even if that other friend is the sibling of your ex-fiancé. "Little pessimistic, aren’t you?" "Oh, wait I didn’t fuck it up?" She raises a brow, a grin on her face. "Oh no you fucked up. It’s going to take at least another week to finalize the paperwork. You, my dear, forgot to finalize the name registration." "Seriously!?" You rake a hand across your face. A loud groan falls from your lips as you tuck your chin on your palm. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.4]]</div><</nobr>>

"How did I forget to even name my business? Who does that? It’s like when I forgot to <i>not</i> put metal in a microwave at your family’s Christmas dinner." Kara looks conflicted, turning in her chair to partially face you and partially face the door. "Are you sure that was you? Chris said Cam did it." You nod trying to keep from staring at her, "I’m positive, I was heating something and forgot to take the spoon out. Funny, I told Chris to tell your mom I would pay for the damage. Guess $ch_heshe thought otherwise.”" Kara is silent for a few minutes, as she looks from you down to her phone. "Maybe I’m remembering a different time then. Chris clearly said Cam did it." You mumble, "Maybe." But you doubt it, knowing Chris, it was just some way for $ch_himher to fuck Cam over. "Oh, do you remember the night you got sick on the rug in the study?" Groaning you cover your face, staring at Kara through the space between your fingers. "I forgot about that. Your mom’s punch was too strong." Her laughter is infectious, and soon you’re joining her. Hard to imagine that dinner was just a week before your world came crashing down. "Sounds like you have a few skill issues $p_name." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.5]]</div><</nobr>>

You jerk your head back and catch her as she bites her lip trying to stifle a laugh. "I have plenty of skill, not my fault you can’t appreciate them." You can’t exactly decipher the look that crosses her face, but part of you regrets your words as Kara clasps her hands together, leaning forward and looking you over. "Is that an invitation $p_name?" She’s challenging you, it’s something you’ve seen her do before in the office. Like a cat toying with their food. Trying to wind you up and see how you react. <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice"><<link '"You chuckle, an amused glint in your eyes. "In your dreams, pipsqueak."' 'scene 4.5a'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 2,0,100)>><<set $k_approval to Math.clamp($k_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice"><<link 'The look on her face causes you to pause. It’s one you have seen before, the tilt of the lips the narrowing of the eyes. Your face hardens.' 'scene 4.5b'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly - 2,0,100)>><<set $k_approval to Math.clamp($k_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'The way she looks at you causes you to swallow hard, and shift in your seat. Must be nerves. “I-“' 'scene 4.5c'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy + 2,0,100)>><<set $k_approval to Math.clamp($k_approval + 2,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'A confident smirk forms on your lips, “And if it is?”' 'scene 4.5d'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 2, 0, 100)>><<set $k_approval to Math.clamp($k_approval + 2, 0, 100)>><</link>></div></div><</nobr>>

The groan that escapes her pursed lips causes you to laugh, the other patrons eyeing you. Mira smiles your way as she refills the display case with fresh pastries. “I haven’t been called that in years.” she spins the cupcake around, trying to find the nicest angle before pulling her phone up and taking a photo, typing on her phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.6]]</div><</nobr>>

Kara notices it almost instantly, though you doubt she knows it’s because that one simple look made you think of Chris. "Sorry, I was just-" With a wave of your hand you dismiss her apology. "It’s not you. It’s just for a moment it’s like I could see…" $ch_hisher name never leaves your lips. Instead sticking to your throat like some kind of thick molasses. She narrows her blue eyes at you then her eyes widen. "Oh." Kara takes the cupcake and spins it around, trying to find the nicest angle before pulling her phone up and taking a photo, typing on her phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.6]]</div><</nobr>>

You can’t deny you’re caught off guard by her question. A faint blush creeping up your cheeks as you fumble your words. “I.. uh, well, I didn’t mean… I mean, not exactly…” Her smile widens, enjoying the sight of how flustered you are. “Relax, I’m just messing with you,” her tone comforting. You blow out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a shy smile on your lips. Kara takes the cupcake and spins it around, trying to find the nicest angle before pulling her phone up and taking a photo, typing on her phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.6]]</div><</nobr>>

You watch her smile falter for a second, replaced by a look of surprise. Her recovery is quick, her eyes locking onto your own. “You couldn’t handle me.” Her voice is quiet, as she straightens up in her seat, looking you over. You can’t read her, not like you usually can. Something stirs within her eyes and it’s something you’re not familiar with. “Don’t worry, I’m just teasing.” “That’s all you do.” She jests throwing you a wink. “Anyways…” Kara takes the cupcake and spins it around, trying to find the nicest angle before pulling her phone up and taking a photo, typing on her phone. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.6]]</div><</nobr>>

“Are you not going to eat it?” “What?” Her eyes follow your gaze down to the cupcake. “Oh, uh..no. I’ll save it for later.” You get the feeling she wants to say more but instead, she shakes her head and slides paper your way. “You were supposed to put the name on this line right here. Not going to lie, I’m kind of curious what you chose.” Her finger taps somewhere in the middle of the page. She hands a pen your way. As you take the pen you notice just how shaky your hand is, it wouldn’t be noticeable to the others in the café. But Kara isn’t like the others, because she’s paying very close attention. Kara’s eyes soften with a hint of worry as she watches your hand. Her brows knitted slightly, creating a delicate line of concern between them. A familiar line you think, which causes you to swallow hard. She tilts her head slightly, before finally asking, “You did pick out a name, didn’t you?” You try to look calm, as if you have no care in the world. Yet you can't, your jaw is tightly set, your eyes occasionally flickering away from her, “Kara, come on you know I-“ <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.7]]</div><</nobr>>

She clicks her tongue at you and taps the back of your hand. "I get it, this is a lot. You’re going to be doing a lot more than you did when we worked at Infinity." Her brow furrows for a minute before she reluctantly picks up the cupcake and holds it to your mouth. "I thought you wanted to save it?" You shift in your chair, placing the pen on the table. "It’s fine if you take just a bite. Little something sweet to urge you on." Her thin fingers pull down the cupcake wrapper and holds the cupcake closer to you. You don’t think about it and allow yourself to take just a bite, no more no less. "Now, put the damn pen to paper. I won’t let you leave here until you write down the name of your company." "Yes, ma’am." It’s almost as if you had known what to name it all this time, you don’t even think about it as your hand signs the name, sealing its fate. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Name Company]]</div><</nobr>>

"$pr_cn. Hmm, I like it." "Is that it?" You flip through the pages, your eyes glancing over all the jargon, markings here and there likely from the paralegal. Her eyes flicker to you, then above your shoulder to the window behind you. "Well, now that you named it yeah. I can finalize the name registration and go ahead and file the Articles of Organization. Be sure to apply for the EIN later, I’ll text you the online portal." You nod wiping the small bit of icing off the side of your lip. Kara takes a long drink of her latte before replying, "So, I can get that all squared away and register with the state’s business office." You snap your fingers, her words reminding you of something, "The filing fee, I’ll transfer it over later too. Okay…okay." You feel your shoulders begin to sag, maybe you should have slept longer last night, but your nerves had kept you wide awake until just an hour ago. You knew you needed this to go through, the faster it did the faster you could start looking for clients. Maybe the late nights of worry and research you’ve been doing have finally started to weigh on you. It’s hard to believe you’re doing this. You’re going to be working for yourself. Picking your clients, cultivating your image. Hell, you could even design your own logo if you want. It could go well; it could go bad. Right now, you’re not sure which is worse. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.9]]</div><</nobr>>

Her eyes flicker to the window again. It’s then that a sensation creeps up your spine. An unmistakable feeling of being watched, like a brief prickle of awareness. You’re about to turn to see what she keeps looking at but her words stop you, “I wanted to talk to you about something, I’ve wanted to for a bit now I just-“ Her voice is cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. "Sorry," you smile at her before looking at the phone. <i>Cam?</i> "Hell-" "$p_name, sweet sweet $p_name. My best friend in the whole wide world-" A snort escapes you, "Laying it on a little thick there aren’t ya?" Cam’s laughter fills your ear, as Kara grabs the papers pressing them into a neat stack and then sticking them into her bag. “Hey, I wasn’t done praising your greatness. Now I’ve got to start over." You can see Kara shake her head out of the corner of your eye but give it no more thought, the voice on the line pulling your attention. "Cam. Let me guess, you forgot something at the apartment?" His voice is low almost bashful and it’s not hard for you to imagine a lopsided grin on his face, "You know me too well." "Alright, text me what you need I’ll pick it up and meet you. Wait, where are you?" "I’ll text you. Thanks, Red." "Anytime, Cammie." You hang up before he can complain about the nickname. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.10]]</div><</nobr>>

"I guess that’s that then. Sorry, what were you trying to say before?" "Oh, forget it. Looks like you have somewhere to be. I’ll tell you next time." You stand, sliding your chair under the table and grabbing your jacket from the back. You glance at Kara, as she finishes her latte, smiling warmly at you. "Thanks for everything Kara, I appreciate it." She waves a hand dismissively, a small, somewhat strained smile on her face. "Hey, it gives me something to do. Besides, I owe you." You pause, your brow furrowing. "What do you mean?" you tilt your head in curiosity. "Oh, you know, you always had my back at the office," she says, a bit too breezily, avoiding looking at you. "Better get going, you know how he gets when you’re just a minute late. I’ll text you in a couple of days about all this." She motions to her bag full of paperwork. You find yourself nodding, something nagging at you, a sense of unease but decide not to press further. "Alright, well, later then." Her voice is a touch softer as she bids you goodbye, but you can see guilt subtly etched in her features. You walk towards the door, glancing back one last time as you throw on your coat, glancing at her as she watches you leave, a complicated mix of emotions on her face. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.11]]</div><</nobr>>

<h2>✦What's the name of your company?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>> <<textbox "$pr_cn" "">> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $pr_cn is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<elseif $pr_cn is "Infinity">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("scene 4.8")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span> <<link 'View Suggestions'>><<run Dialog.setup("Company Name Suggesstions"); Dialog.wiki(Story .get("Company Name Suggestions") .processText( ) ); Dialog.open( );>><</link>>

<center>Caring Communications</center> <center>Illusive Inc.</center> <center>Morose Media</center> <center>Phoenix PR</center>

As you step onto the street, a gust of wind greets you, biting through the layer of your coat. You shiver involuntarily as the cold air curls around you. Instinctively causing you to hunch your shoulders and pull your coat even tighter. Taking a deep breath, your eyes drift upwards to scan the street ahead. That’s when you see $g_himher. $g_HeShe is still lean and tall. $g_HisHer skin a beautiful light beige with warm undertones, $g_hisher monolid eyes a warm dark brown so dark you could confuse them for black. You notice $g_hisher hair is different now, still deep black but the style is different. <<if $g_gender is "male">> $g_HisHer straight hair used to be cropped short, but is now styled in a two-block harcut, the layers emphasizing the contrast between the shorter sides and the longer top. <<else>>$g_HisHer straight hair used to be long, now mid-length with face framing layers.<</if>> Showing off $g_hisher slim nose and lips. $g_HisHer eyes are locked on the cafe window, the very one you just exited. It’s clear $g_heshe had been the one that was looking at you, watching you through the glass. As if sensing the shift, $g_hisher gaze slowly moves to meet yours. That’s when it hits you, the recognition, causing your heart to pound in your chest. You hadn’t seen $g_himher in so long, someone who was such an integral part of your life at one point. The emotions flickering across $g_hisher face are almost palpable. Guilt. Sadness. Uncertainty. Regret. Hope. Anger. Relief. All these feelings play out in a matter of seconds, the amount of your unresolved emotions bubbling up to the surface. "$p_nn." $g_HeShe whispers. $g_HeShe doesn’t move at first, you can see $g_hisher jaw tighten. $g_name’s brows pinch together, $g_hisher lips pull into a tight line. $g_HeShe takes a hesitant step forward, $g_hisher eyes never leaving yours. <i>$g_name.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.12]]</div><</nobr>>

It's as if you’re frozen, rooted to the spot, a mixture of shock rendering you immobile. The sounds of the city fading into the background, as if they’re an audience to the reunion playing out in front of them. $g_name is dressed in a long coat, a tight black turtleneck clinging to $g_hisher skin. You notice the dark circles under $g_hisher eyes from far too many late nights. The beauty mark under $g_hisher eye and on the top of $g_hisher neck, something you so easily forgotten. You swallow hard, your eyes drinking $g_himher in like the first sip of water on a hot day, the space between you filled with so many unspoken words and memories. You try to steady your racing thoughts. Your hands clenched so tight it hurts. What do you say? Where do you begin? <i>How are you? I’ve missed you. How’s your family? Do you still hate me?</i> You can feel your lips move, as if trying to say something. <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice"><<link 'I want to say something, anything. But nothing comes out.' 'scene 4.12a'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly - 2,0,100)>><<set $g_approval to Math.clamp($g_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice"><<link '"Why were you watching me through the window?"' 'scene 4.12b'>><<set $sincere to Math.clamp($sincere - 2,0,100)>><<set $g_approval to Math.clamp($g_approval - 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'I look them over again, afraid they will disappear right before me. Words fall from my lips before I can think better of it,“You changed your hair.” ' 'scene 4.12c'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy + 2,0,100)>><<set $g_approval to Math.clamp($g_approval + 2,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'I smile, “About time.” ' 'scene 4.12d'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 1, 0, 100)>><<set $g_approval to Math.clamp($g_approval + 2, 0, 100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'I feel a grin slip onto my face, it feels as though no time has passed at all. “Just as pretty as I remember.”' 'scene 4.12e'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 3, 0, 100)>><<set $g_approval to Math.clamp($g_approval + 3, 0, 100)>><</link>></div></div><</nobr>>

$g_name’s mouth drops open; $g_hisher hand instinctively goes to pull at the strands of hair. $g_name's lip quirks at the corners, you could almost miss it. But then as if $g_heshe realizes who had said it, $g_name schools $g_hisher expression. "Of course I did, it’s been years." $g_name looks you over, you wonder if you’ve changed as much as $g_heshe has. Your cheeks heat under $g_hisher gaze, you didn’t mean to say it out loud. "It looks-" "You look-" You speak in unison and you both stop. $g_name’s phone beeps and it pulls you from each other’s gaze. $g_HeShe doesn’t bother to pull the phone out instead looking you over quickly before clearing $g_hisher throat. $g_name’s face was once so open and inviting, now so cold and distant. $g_HisHer eyes, you once found warm and expressive, now shielded by an icy exterior, $g_hisher walls built higher than ever. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.13]]</div><</nobr>>

You know the words come out accusatory, but was there any other way to say it? $g_HisHer brows shoot up, and $g_heshe quickly schools $g_hisher expression. If you had been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the flicker of emotion that goes through $g_hisher cold gaze. But you knew $g_himher once, deeply, and $g_heshe knew you. Scowling at you, $g_name brushes a piece of hair away from $g_hisher face. "Who I was looking at is none of your concern." $g_name’s face was once so open and inviting, now so cold and distant. $g_HisHer eyes, you once found warm and expressive, now shielded by an icy exterior, $g_hisher walls built higher than ever. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.13]]</div><</nobr>>

You could think of so many things to say, but none of them feel right. None of them can sum up how you feel. You can’t look at $g_himher as if things didn’t change after that night in the dorm. $g_name stopped being your <<if $gromance is true>>$g_boyfriend <<elseif $gromance is false>> friend<</if>> that night, and you remember how broken you felt, how broken $g_heshe looked. It’s been so long, but it also feels like no time has passed, $g_heshe changed yes that’s apparent but the way $g_hisher eyes study you tells you that not everything has. $g_name’s face was once so open and inviting, now so cold and distant. $g_HisHer eyes, you once found warm and expressive, now shielded by an icy exterior, $g_hisher walls built higher than ever. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.13]]</div><</nobr>>

For a moment, it’s as if you truly see $g_himher, behind that mask of indifference. $g_name swallows hard, you can even hear it, $g_heshe looks so sullen, as if $g_heshe carries the weight of the world on $g_hisher shoulders. As you step closer, it vanishes in a flash. $g_name steps back and shakes $g_hisher head to get $g_hisher thoughts back in line. "Don’t." One word, one word is all it takes to tell you $g_heshe's still angry still hurt, if the scowl $g_heshe sent next wasn’t enough evidence. You want to reach your hand out, grab $g_hisher arm. A familiar sign of comfort $g_heshe used to offer you. "Don’t what?" "Just don’t. I don’t- I can’t. I’m not doing this, not with you. You’re talking to me as if…" $g_name's voice trails off and $g_heshe looks back into the café window. Then back to you, $g_hisher eyes looking you over. $g_name’s face was once so open and inviting, now so cold and distant. $g_HisHer eyes, you once found warm and expressive, now shielded by an icy exterior, $g_hisher walls built higher than ever. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.13]]</div><</nobr>>

You wonder if the years have been kind to you as they have $g_himher. If $g_heshe still sees the same person $g_heshe did in the library, combing over books arguing with one another over how to do your speech for Communications class. Arguments that would either leave you two not speaking for the rest of the night or that turned to laughter from lack a of sleep to companionable silence, shared glances. Nights spent with one another. You each stare at one another as if trying to catch up on lost years. Trying to see a semblance of the person you used to be. $g_name's eyes look over the shape of your face, from your nose to your chin. You look at $g_hisher beauty marks, and $g_hisher eyes, so dark and guarded like when you first met. $g_name's voice is rougher than you remember, but it could just be from the raw emotion $g_heshe's trying to keep down, emotions that want are trying so hard to leak through, "I knew you took it." $g_name’s voice rises, sharp and accusing. The air quickly grows thick with tension. "Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t care?" "About what $g_name?" $g_HisHer eyes widen just a fraction as you say $g_hisher name, a shuddering breath leaves $g_hisher lips. It has been so long, and yet the way $g_name looks at you feels as if no time has passed at all. The hurt in $g_hisher eyes was a stark reminder of the choices made. "My sweater. I knew you took it." $g_name’s jaw tightens again, and $g_hisher eyes glare into your own. <i>Damn it, Cam.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.14]]</div><</nobr>>

$g_name huffs, a glimmer of a laugh on $g_hisher lips before it’s quickly pushed away. "Don’t do that." "What?" you ask innocently looking $g_himher over. Sure, $g_name has changed, but you can still see the silent sourpuss who you constantly butted heaths with in class. Your constant companion when Cam was dating, someone who knew you just as much as Cam did, who cared about you so strongly that your relationship burnt so hot so fast that there was nothing left after that night. $g_name knew you, truly knew you: your fears, your hopes, and your secrets. "Just don’t. I don’t..I can’t. I’m not doing this, not with you. You’re talking to me as if…" $g_hisher voice trails off and $g_heshe looks back into the café window. Then back to you, $g_hisher eyes looking you over. $g_name’s face was once so open and inviting, now so cold and distant. $g_HisHer eyes, you once found warm and expressive, now shielded by an icy exterior, $g_hisher walls built higher than ever. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.13]]</div><</nobr>>

You never knew what you two would talk about if you spoke again, but $g_name’s sweater was nowhere near the top of the list. The weather sure, how betrayed they feel over Chris, hell even saying you deserved what happened with Chris was karma. But $g_hisher sweater? $g_name's phone beeps again. You open your mouth to respond, but $g_name presses on, $g_hisher voice trembling with barely contained emotion. That stoic façade forgotten in an instant. "You took what was mine and tossed it aside like it meant nothing." $g_name pauses for a moment, and before $g_heshe can stop $g_himself the deeper pain $g_heshe was trying so hard to hide slips through. "Like I was no-" $g_name’s eyes widen in shock at $g_hisher own admission, and $g_heshe quickly looks away, a shaking hand covering their mouth, trying to pull back on the vulnerability $g_heshe accidentally showed. Another beep. <i>Oh, oh.</i> This wasn’t just about the sweater, not really, if the pang of guilt that slaps into your gut as $g_name suck's in a breath, $g_hisher hand shaking at $g_hisher side is any indication. You knew it was about more, about someone, and deep down $g_name knew it too. "I’m so-" "No." $g_name cut’s you off, $g_hisher voice more controlled now. As if nothing was said, no slip up of your past mistake here to haunt you. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.15]]</div><</nobr>>

You know you need to talk about what happened that night, what happened after. But now isn’t the time, not when $g_heshe doesn’t want to hear it. You take a step forward, your voice soft. "You gave it to me." $g_name’s eyes snap to you as if what you said was a slap in the face a mixture of pain and frustration causing their brows to pinch together. "That was before." $g_hisher voice drops. <i>Before Chris.</i> $g_HeShe knew when $g_heshe was referring to just as much as you did. $g_name’s expression is once again guarded like $g_heshe didn’t just admit you tossed $g_himher aside that $g_heshe didn’t just show you a sliver of how you hurt $g_himher. The buzz of $g_hisher phone then the sound of a kpop ringtone resounds, and $g_name sighs heavily, before taking $g_hisher phone out and glancing at the café window. "I need to go." $g_name steps by you, glancing at you from the corner of $g_hisher eye before stepping into the café. $g_HisHer expression is still guarded but the hurt in $g_hisher eyes is unmistakable. You know there’s more to say but now isn’t the time. $g_HisHer words resound in your head as you hurry down the street. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.16]]</div><</nobr>>

Before you know it, you’re in the apartment, looking for Cam’s camera bag with extra lenses. There’s a thrumming in your left temple, an impending migraine no doubt. There was no stopping when it comes, but you have things to do, so the tightness in the side of your head, the pain that threatens to bloom behind your eyes will just have to be a companion for your day. It takes about ten minutes of shuffling under the bed, the place that Angela has happily set up as her own little home. Soon you’re back out the door, headed for the bus stop. Your mind continues to drift back to $g_name, fingers rubbing your temple. The bus arrives shortly after, the brakes hissing as it comes to a stop, as you board you notice just how crowded it is. There’s one seat empty, and it’s quickly taken as soon as the occupant, a young teen, notices your arrival. Leaving you to grab a pole and hold on. The bus quickly resumes its way through the city, filling up at each stop, and becoming even more crowded. The chill outside is easily forgotten, the air inside a stark contrast; warm and stuffy. The warmth no doubt generated from the throng of bodies and the bus’s heating system. Condensation clings to the windows, blurring the sight of outside. A faint aroma of coffee wafts through the cabin, mingling with the smell of metal and a myriad of perfumes and colognes, and of course body odor. The overhead lights cast a soft glow, casting shadows along people’s faces. Some weary, while others content. The bus lurches forward jolting the passengers forward as it comes to an abrupt stop. Caught off guard, someone side-checks you, pushing you to the side and causing you to nearly lose your balance. You stumble backward, your balance lost in the sudden movement. Instinctively, you reach out to steady yourself against a nearby pole, but the bus’s acceleration proves to be too much. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.17]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $LongTimeNoSee to true>> <<notify 2s>>Achievement: Long Time No See<</notify>>

Just as you feel yourself tilting backward, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, then with another lurch both of you jerk forward almost colliding with another person as they nearly fall on top of you. They regain their balance, pulling you upright. Their hands gripping you with a mix of urgency and relief. Your eyes met in surprise and relief, their arms still around you, your bodies pressing against one another as they had acted swiftly to keep you from falling. The sudden contact made their cheeks flush with a rosy hue. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[He huffs a sigh of relief, his gaze flitting nervously between the ground and your eyes.|Meet MM][$m_name to "Markus", $m_gender to "male", $m_person to "man", $m_heshe to "he", $m_HeShe to "He", $m_himher to "him", $m_hisher to "his", $m_HisHer to "His", $m_hishers to "his", $m_himself to "himself", $m_MX to "MR",$m_boyfriend to "boyfriend"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[She huffs a sigh of relief, her gaze flitting nervously between the ground and your eyes.|Meet FM][$m_name to "Melody", $m_gender to "female", $m_person to "woman", $m_heshe to "she", $m_HeShe to "She", $m_himher to "her", $m_hisher to "her", $m_HisHer to "Her", $m_hishers to "hers", $m_himself to "herself", $m_MX to "Ms", $m_boyfriend to "girlfriend"]]</div> <</nobr>>

The tinge of pink along his cheeks sticks out against his warm beige skin. While it’s hard to tell exactly how tall he is as he holds you, a good guesstimate would be about five feet seven. It’s hard not to notice that everything about him seems soft. From his warm honey eyes that are slightly downturned, his black hair that’s messy and slightly wavy, almost hitting his shoulders, even his oversized yellow sweater puts you at ease. You could almost miss the dark bags under their eyes if it weren’t for how hard he was looking at you. You could feel the quick beating of a heart, though you’re not sure if it’s his or your own. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.18]]</div><</nobr>>

The tinge of pink along her cheeks sticks out against her warm beige skin. While it’s hard to tell exactly how tall she is as she holds you, a good guesstimate would be about five feet seven. It’s hard not to notice that everything about her seems soft. From her warm honey eyes that are slightly downturned, her black hair that’s cut into some angle longer in the front and shorter in the back. Even her oversized yellow sweater puts you at ease. You could almost miss the dark bags under their eyes if it weren’t for how hard she’s looking at you. You could feel the quick beating of a heart, though you’re not sure if it’s her or your own. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.18]]</div><</nobr>>

"So damn p-pretty," $m_heshe blurted out, the swear slipping through in a moment of unguarded honesty. $m_HeShe bites $m_hisher lip, before realizing just how tightly $m_heshe has your bodies pressed together. "Oh no, shit. S-sorry!" $m_heshe exclaims, $m_hisher voice is slightly breathless and pitches at the realization of $m_hisher own words. $m_HeShe quickly steps back, releasing you from $m_hisher hold and steadies $m_himself against the pole beside you. $m_HeShe runs a hand along the top of $m_hisher cheeks, $m_hisher eyes squeezing for a moment as $m_heshe takes a deep breath, "I didn’t mean to almost knock you over," $m_heshe says apologetically, "Are you alright?" You can’t help but smile at $m_hisher flustered state, as $m_heshe tries to look anywhere but your eyes. "I am, thanks for trying to help." $m_HeShe grips the nearby pole tighter as the bus moves again, "It’s ah..really crowded today," $m_heshe says, trying to make small talk to cover their embarrassment. You nod, looking at all the people around you. While it has thinned out there are still more people on the bus than you had expected. "Yeah, I guess everyone decided to take the bus at the same time." Another jolt of the bus causes you to stumble again, and you notice people leaving a nearby seat. You look at $m_himher, still standing beside you, "Um, would you like to sit down? Might be safer." Before $m_heshe can answer, someone pushes past you roughly, causing you to hit your side against a nearby seat. Your new acquaintence quickly steps in front of you protectively. You’re unsure of the look that $m_heshe gives the person but it was enough to stop them in their tracks. "Hey, watch it!" $m_HeShe snaps, $m_hisher voice low. The person gives a soft nod, mumbling an apology and hangs their head, sitting on a seat near you. "Asshole." You’re unsure who said it, must have been the rude one. "Ah, did they just call you-" $m_HeShe turns quickly $m_hisher eyes widening, waving $m_hisher hands dismissively. "Ah, no no. It’s fine really." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.19]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $m_met to true>> <<set $m_approval to 50>>

You’re unsure why but suddenly $m_heshe looks more embarrassed than $m_heshe did earlier. Another deep breath, in and out, and $m_hisher face softens before you. "Maybe we should take that seat now." $m_hisher smile is warm, almost disarming at how innocent it looks. You move towards the seat together, allowing them to take the window seat and you the one nearest the aisle. <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice"><<link 'They turn to me. "My-my name is $m_name. Sorry again, about before."' 'scene 4.19a'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly - 2,0,100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice"><<link 'I smile at them, "$p_name. Thanks for saving me back there."' 'scene 4.19b'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 2,0,100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'I glance at them from the corner of my eye, a shy smile on my lips. "Um, hi. You can call me $p_name. Thanks for..uh, catching me."' 'scene 4.19c'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy + 2,0,100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 2,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'With a playful glint in my eye I lean closer, lowering my voice slightly. "Hey, you can call me $p_name. You know, that was impressive. Quick reflexes, strong, and cute. Impressive combo."' 'scene 4.19d'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 2, 0, 100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 2, 0, 100)>><</link>></div></div><</nobr>>

She knew this was a minefield, one that in the end would hurt you even more than you are now, if that were even possible. You scoff at the thought. The two of you had been down this road before, there was nothing she could say that would make you think better of Chris or want better for them. Fuck that, because in all honestly you want the absolute worst for $ch_himher. Your heart had hardened, if you were a better person, you would want them to be happy, probably. But tough luck because you’re not, and you don’t. Part of you is determined for Chris to feel the weight of $ch_hisher actions, no matter the consequences. That drive for retribution overshadowed everything else. If you had to be the catalyst that would cause their pain, well you were more than ready to fill that role. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Interview 1.8]]</div><</nobr>>

Your eyes meet theirs with a distant calm. "It’s fine," you say softly, your voice giving away your exhaustion of sleepless nights and silent tears. "Really, don’t worry about it." You give $m_himher a small smile, and an almost imperceptible nod. "I’m $p_name" you say, your tone matter of fact, as if giving a stranger your name was no more special than talking about the weather. You share an awkward glance before $m_heshe turns to look out the window, hands thrumming along the book in their lap. The heat of the bus almost makes you want to yank off your coat, as if the bite of the air outside was just a figment of your imagination. But, at least you felt something. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.20]]</div><</nobr>>

$m_HisHer cheeks tint slightly as $m_heshe returns your smile with a gentle one of $m_hisher own. "Hi, I’m $m_name. Don’t mention it, I’m sure you would have done the same." "So, what’s pretty?" $m_HisHer head jerks, "What!?" $m_name's voice pitches, reminding you of a young child, which by the look on $m_hisher face is very fitting with how innocent they look. "Didn’t you say-" $m_HeShe holds $m_hisher hands up, so quick that $m_heshe doesn’t stop from smacking $m_himself in the face, "Fuc- Ow, I…you misheard!" $m_name's yells, covering $m_hisher face with $m_hisher hands to hide the blush on $m_hisher, but the tips of $m_hisher ears give it away. You can’t help but laugh as $m_name shrinks under the look of the others around you, like a wet cat. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.20]]</div><</nobr>>

$m_HisHer cheeks tint slightly as $m_heshe notices the redness on your cheeks. $m_HeShe returns your smile with a gentle one of $m_hisher own. "I’m $m_name. I got lucky, reflexes and all that. Glad you’re safe." "Di-did you call me pretty?" $m_HisHer head jerks, "What!?" $m_name's voice pitches, reminding you of a young child, which by the look on $m_hisher face is very fitting with how innocent they look. "Didn’t you say-" $m_HeShe holds $m_hisher hands up, so quick that $m_heshe doesn’t stop from smacking $m_himself in the face, "Fuc- Ow, I…you misheard!" $m_name's yells, covering $m_hisher face with $m_hisher hands to hide the blush on $m_hisher, but the tips of $m_hisher ears give it away. You can’t help but giggle as $m_name shrinks under the look of the others around you, like a wet cat. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.20]]</div><</nobr>>

$m_HeShe makes a sound in $m_hisher throat, a hint of surprise in $m_hisher eyes. "H-hi. I’m $m_name. Ah, I don’t know if I would say it’s impressive. I’m sure you would have done the same." "So, correct me if I’m wrong but you called me pretty." $m_name blanches at your words, $m_hisher head jerks toward you. "What!?" $m_hisher voice pitches, reminding you of a young child, which by the look on $m_hisher face is very fitting with how innocent they look. "Didn’t you say-" $m_HeShe holds $m_hisher hands up, so quick that $m_heshe doesn’t stop from smacking $m_himself in the face, "Fuc- Ow, I…you misheard!" $m_name's yells, covering $m_hisher face with $m_hisher hands to hide the blush on $m_hisher, but the tips of $m_hisher ears give it away. You can’t help but laugh as they shrink under the look of the others around you, like a wet cat. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.20]]</div><</nobr>>

It’s then the name of the book in $m_hisher hands catches your attention. Seduction in Silk. $m_name catches your gaze, and $m_heshe fidgets ever so slightly. <i> Erotica.</i> You remember seeing it on several shelves, if you remembered correctly, it’s a best seller. Something about the person before you, dressed in the softest yellow sweater, whose smile could probably break a mother’s heart reading erotica causes you to smile. "Is it any good? I know it’s popular now." $m_name shakes $m_hisher head quickly, “Ah, I’m not sure,” $m_heshe scratches $m_hisher cheek turning to look out the bus window for a moment before turning back to face you. “It could be better; the author is a bit lacking when it comes to experience so there’s room for improvement.” You feel yourself nod but can’t deny you’re a bit curious about it. With the name alone you can kind of figure out what the book is about, but how would this person know that about the author? Your eyes glance back down at the book, before you notice your stop is coming up. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.21]]</div><</nobr>>

You aim to stand when $m_hisher hand grabs your wrist causing you to look down at $m_himher, "S-sorry. Um, would you…here!" $m_name pushes the book toward you before quickly pulling it back, taking out a pen from who knows where and writing on one of the pages. "Hurry the hell up, can’t you see people are in a rush here." An annoyed voice comes from behind you. $m_name’s head turns quickly eyeing the person, too quick for you to see the look $m_heshe gives them causing the man behind you to mutter an apology. $m_name closes the book and hands it to you once more, nodding for you to take it. "Please," $m_name freezes for just a second as they meet your gaze, their cheeks heating "let me know what you think." <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <div class="choice"><<link 'I nod softly, not really wanting the book or to be here any longer. I take it without saying another word."' 'scene 4.21a'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly - 2,0,100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice"><<link 'I take the book and give a polite smile, "Thanks."' 'scene 4.21b'>><<set $friendly to Math.clamp($friendly + 2,0,100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 1,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'I nod slightly, trying not to let $m_himher see my own embarassment, and whisper softly. "Th-thank you."' 'scene 4.21c'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy + 2,0,100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 2,0,100)>><</link>></div> <div class="choice-romance"><<link 'With a playful glint in my eye I lean closer, lowering my voice slightly. "I better see your number in here or I will give it a bad rating." I give them a wink and grab the book.' 'scene 4.21d'>><<set $shy to Math.clamp($shy - 2, 0, 100)>><<set $m_approval to Math.clamp($m_approval + 2, 0, 100)>><</link>></div></div><</nobr>>

$m_name gives you a half smile and turns quickly to look back out the window, $m_hisher hands tucking a strand of hair behind $m_hisher ear. If only $m_heshe knew the redness of $m_hisher ears would give away how they feel. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.22]]</div><</nobr>>

$m_name gives a soft smile; $m_hisher hand softly touches the back of your hand before giving a soft nod. Part of you wonders if your face gives you away, how everything feels so muted, how the pain you buried deep is ignored. Buried so deep that it has nowhere else left to go. Such a soft smile is brighter than any you’ve shown over the past few months. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve developed deep frown lines, who knows maybe a resting bitch face is all you need to deter others from getting close. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.22]]</div><</nobr>>

$m_name huffs a small laugh as $m_heshe sees your reaction, mumbling something under $m_hisher breath. Something that sounds very similar to cute, but you must mishear. $m_HeShe turns $m_hisher attention back to the window, lazily tracing a finger along the cool glass. Tracing a line through the misty condensation, leaving a clear trail. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.22]]</div><</nobr>>

$m_name gawks at you, causing the person behind you to laugh. “Pl-please go.” $m_heshe whispers, turning back to face the window. Tucking stray hair behind $m_hisher ear. A soft laugh escapes you, as $m_heshe turns their attention back to the window, lazily tracing a finger along the cool glass. Tracing a line through the misty condensation, leaving a clear trail. It’s awkward in its shape, while one side of the heart is lopsided and wide. Despite it’s imperfections, it stands out boldly against the foggy glass. <i>Cute.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.22]]</div><</nobr>>

People are quickly crowding behind you, giving you no choice but to leave. $m_name shoots you a brief smile as your eyes meet, $m_heshe looks as if $m_heshe wants to say more but quickly talks $m_himself out of it as the people behind you begin complaining even more. Despite your near fall, well falls to be exact, you quickly miss the heat of the bus as the wind bites against your skin once you step off. The once blue morning sky was now a dark grey, clouds blotting out the sun. You glance at the book in your hands, the cover is dark, a deep rich black velvet. The title is in a deep shade of red and chromatic. The letters raised. Your eyes catch on the image, two hands are the focal point of the cover. One hand firmly grips the other by the wrist, pinned against a barren floor. As if the one being gripped was being dominated. Draped across the wrists and spilling onto the floor is a deep red silken scarf, colored the same as the title. Your eyes catch on the name of the author, <i>$m_name Wilkens, that’s funny they have the same name as-</i> You turn to look at the bus as it goes around the corner. You open the book, looking over the scrawling on the page. “"To $p_name, thank you for my first meet cute- M" Just below that $m_heshe drew a caricature of themselves, chibi M they wrote underneath it. The character’s cheeks were red. <i>No fucking way.</i> You place the book into the bag you’ve been carrying holding Cam’s extra equipment, readjusting the strap on your shoulder. Glancing around, you take in the familiar surroundings before heading to the building where Cam’s shoot is taking place. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.23]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $NaiveNarrator to true>> <<notify 2s>>Achievement: Naive Narrator<</notify>>

As you push open the glass doors, and step into the lobby, the buzz of activity is a stark contrast to the calm of the streets. You’re greeted with the sound of conversations echoing throughout the room, more spacious than you suspected. Your footsteps echo as you walk across the marbled floors gleaming under the soft glow of the overhead lighting. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, you lost count of how many times you’ve had to bring Cam equipment he’s forgotten, but every time this place seems to catch you off guard. It was like you had stepped into a different dimension, so unlike the apartment you reside in. The furniture was sleek and modern with accents of glass and chrome, while the walls are tall and gray. The lobby was more than comfortable for clients, what with the lush couches placed throughout. A myriad of framed photographs line the walls, showcasing the studio’s popular shots, showcasing the levels of talent the photographers here have. Each photograph was illuminated by spotlights, that only further enhances the details. Several magazines line a glass-top coffee table, you notice Cam’s name on one of them. "Devilishly handsome-" you snort, wondering if he tried to fight them on referring to him that way. You made a mental note to tell Auntie Em about that later, that way you can both annoy Cam about it. Your eyes flicker to the reception desk, a dark mahogany wood, Era, the receptionist greets everyone with a warm smile, well everyone but you. The bouquet of roses is a stark contrast to the cold look she gives you. You walk up to the desk about to open your mouth when Era cuts you off, "He’s not here." "Since when? He cal-" "Listen I don’t have time to babysit alright, he’s not here so leave or I’ll have to call for security." "Aren’t you just a ray of fucking sunshine." You murmur looking her over. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.24]]</div><</nobr>>

Before she can quip back a hand smacks you on the shoulder, "Took you long enough." Era freezes and glances at you then back to the person behind you. "Cameron, sweetheart. I was just telling your friend," her tone is sickeningly sweet as she smiles at you, one you know is full of pure disdain. "that you were waiting for $p_himher." "Oh?" Cam gives you a cheeky wink, a half-smile on his lips. "If it isn’t my partner in crime." Era pouts, crossing her arms as Cam gives your shoulder a slight shake. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> [["I think someone is jealous," I tilt my head toward Era whose eyes have been staring at Cam's hand on my shoulder.|scene 4.24a][$sarcastic to Math.clamp($sarcastic - 1, 0, 100)]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[I glare at Era, "She said you weren't here, even threatened to toss me out."|scene 4.24b][$friendly to Math.clamp($friendly - 2, 0, 100)]]</div> <div class="choice-romance"> [[I flush under Cam's attention, something Era quickly notices causing Cam to chuckle. "Aren't they cute?"|scene 4.24c][$shy to Math.clamp($shy + 1, 0, 100)]]</div> <div class="choice-romance"> [[I grin at Era, then turn to smile at Cam. Grabbing his hand I interlace our fingers, "Did you miss me?"|scene 4.24d][$shy to Math.clamp($shy - 1, 10, 100)]]</div> </div> <</nobr>>

Cam grabs your cheeks pulling at them as he scrunches his nose. The look of pure adoration in his eyes. “Shtaaap.” “You two would make the ugliest couple.” Cam’s face falls almost instantly, his hands still on your cheeks but no longer pinching. “How can you say something like that?” You don’t know who looks more upset, Era for what she just witnessed or Cam for what she had said. “We’d be the prettiest couple ever. I mean look just look at this face.” His long fingers trace your cheeks, turning your face to Era and then back to him. It was hard to pinpoint which part embarrassed you more, the fact that he was touching you in such a way, practically fawning over you. Or that he’s doing it so publicly. <i>We would be adorable.</I> That very thought causes you to crumble, covering your eyes with your palm. "You don’t think we would?" he asks so innocently. "I-I don’t know maybe." You whisper trying to ignore how Era’s eyes bore into you. For a second Cam just stares, did he really think you would disagree? He smiles at you, so pure, and yet something in his eyes looks less than. His hand grabs your wrist, pulling you close to him and away from Era. That doesn’t stop her from yelling after him, "You didn’t reply to my text about going out for drinks later. What do you say, Cam, you and me a little alone-”" Cam quickly raises his voice to talk over her, "Sorry Era, my nights are spoken for." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.25]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 2, 0, 100)>>

Cam’s fingers squeeze against yours, and he tugs you closer. Giving you that lopsided smile that shows off his dimple. One that could very well pull you in for more if you let it. "Always." He whispers, his eyes tracing your face. "Ew, get a room." Era mumbles. Cam huffs a laugh, placing a hand on top of your head. "Shut up." He whispers, so small you doubt Era could hear it. "We have a room back home, isn’t that right Cam?" You can’t help but tease him, and his body tenses. "What did you say!?" You turn to look at Era, Cam straightening to look away. "What? We live together." "No you don’t!" "Cam, tell her, she doesn’t believe me." "Cameron Clarke is this true?" Era walks over to stand in front of him, but his gaze is firmly locked on you. Normally you can tell what he’s thinking, with something as simple as a look, but not this time. His gaze falls to your hands, before pulling you along ignoring Era’s glare. "What can I say I’m a lucky man." <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.25]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 2, 0, 100)>>

Cam arches a brow looking to Era and then back to you. "Oh, uh, I didn’t know she liked you." Cam murmurs his brows furrowing. He looks almost sheepish the way he curls his lip to bite. His jaw clenches as he takes in your presence. You shake your head, not surprised that Cam misinterpreted what you meant. The last word you would use to describe how Era feels about you is like. "I don’t like $p_himher, I like y-" Cam’s voice interrupts her confession, "Sorry Era, you’ll just have to get your own best friend. I don’t share." You laugh as Cam grabs your coat sleeve to drag you away, Era trying to protest the entire time. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.25]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 1, 0, 100)>>

You feel a hand on your shoulder tighten ever so slightly, the look he gives Era makes you feel somewhat guilty for even mentioning it. “Is that so?” He murmurs, slightly angling himself to stand in front of you away from Era’s gaze. “Aw, Cam I was just teasing. I mean look $p_heshe can take it.” She bats her lashes, like Cam would fall for that old trick. Well, he has, but only when it's you doing it. "I don’t think I need to tell you that $p_name is my guest. For as long as I’m here $p_heshe can see me. No one will say otherwise, and if they even try to, they can talk to me about it." You grab his elbow pulling him back slightly, "I’m fine, it won’t happen again right Era?" you hope she has the common sense to take this as her way out. Cam looks between the two of you as if he can pick up the quiet conversation you have with your eyes. She juts her chin upward as if you’re scum under her feet. "Right. Anyways," Era rolls her eyes, turning to give Cam the sweetest smile she could ever muster. "You didn’t reply to my text about going out for drinks later. What do you say, Cam, you and me a little alone-" Cam quickly raises his voice to talk over her, "Sorry Era, my night’s full." He grabs your coast sleeve to drag you away, Era yelling after the both of you. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.25]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $c_approval to Math.clamp($c_approval + 1, 0, 100)>>

As soon as you step into the studio Cam is pulled aside and questioned about, well, photography stuff you assume. The room is hot, and that’s an understatement. The studio lights radiated so much heat that the air was stifling, too thick and warm. A full contrast compared to the streets outside. Crew members were darting around, clothing being flung from one person to the next. Assistants adjusted light stands and reflectors, it was hard to miss the beads of sweat on their brow as they moved equipment. You hold on to hope, that the migraine will stave off until later tonight. A male model stood in the center, leaning backwards on a stool shirtless and long hair messy, pants undone and boxers peeking out. Makeup artists hovered over, touching up his face and applying some kind of powder to his chest. A hair stylist scrunched up his hair making it look more unkept, he must have felt your gaze as his eyes travel across the room and land on you smirking at you. "Ansel pay attention," Cam yells looking between the model and you as he walks over to take the bag from you. "Thanks for getting this." Cam opens the bag, giving you a curious look at the book that rests inside before fumbling for a lens. "You can pay me back with lunch." He chuckles as he hands the bag back to you, nodding for you to take a seat. "Wow won’t even do me a favor for free, some friend you are." Cam taps the tip of your nose before pulling out of your reach. "Hey, I’m the best friend a guy could ask for and you know it." "I-" "Oh, believe me we all know. $p_name this and $p_name that. Blah blah blah. You’re practically all he talks about." Terry, Cam’s part-time assistant, ignores the glare Cam gives them, patting him roughly on the back. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.26]]</div><</nobr>>

"Ya know, some of us have a pool going, twenty dollar buy in. That you two-" Terry thumbs a finger to Cam then to you, "are-" you watch as they bring their hands up intent on making some gesture before Cam grabs Terry’s ponytail yanking them back. "Ow, ow. Boss! C’mon I was just playin!" It's hard not to laugh at the two, as Terry tries to turn around arms flailing to get Cam to let go, and Cam continues to step farther back holding Terry’s hair tight. "What did I say about gossip? Huh? Now go do what assistants do and stop trying to get $p_name to gamble. Get." He quickly lets Terry’s ponytail fall from his grasp and playfully nudges Terry with his foot. Terry pooches their lip out pouting, "See what I put up with, you see?" Cam clicks his tongue taking a step toward Terry and they squeal hurriedly running away. "Alright, I need to do a few more shots. You okay to wait around? We can go get some dinner later head home together?" You didn’t really have much else to do today, besides a bit of paperwork, and wait around for a text from Kara. So, waiting around wouldn’t be that bad, besides you never really get to see Cam in action. Fully focused on his work and just doing what he enjoys. "Yeah, sounds good. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll need someone to photograph for me. If you’re lucky I might hire you." "Oh, well I hope you know I charge extra for friends." He winks, only leaving his green eye open. You kick your foot out tapping on the side of Cam’s thigh. "Really? I think you might owe me." "Fo-" "Telling $g_name I had $g_hisher sweater!" Cam winces, trying to avert his gaze. "Shit." He grumbles watching as the last of the lights are being moved. "How did-" then as if realizing he turns to you quickly, "you didn’t!?" <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.27]]</div><</nobr>>

His eyes convey his question alone, <i>are you okay?</i> You shrug, you haven’t fully digested seeing $g_name. Not really, and you’re not sure how long it would take. Especially seeing they’re still affected by what happened, even after so long. "Sorry, I wasn’t thinking when we were texting yesterday." "No need, it was going to happen eventually right? I mean we live in the same city.”" You weren’t planning on seeing $g_name today, maybe if you had thought it was possible to run into $g_himher then maybe you could have thought of what to say. You can’t deny the slight unease in your stomach, especially when you saw $g_hisher face cycle through so many emotions before quickly being smoothed away and covered with a layer of ice. If it was that easy to bump into $g_name, no, you didn’t want to think of how easy it would be to bump into Chris or better yet, Jade. You feel Cam’s gaze on you without even having to look at him. "Listen, $g_name mi-" "Ready!" Cam’s cut off, as Terry’s voice yells through motioning to the model who now looks as if this is the last place they would want to be, tapping some unknown rhythm on their thigh, leg jiggling in place. "Go, I’ll be here when you’re done." He shoots you a look before taking his position. Barking orders, move this not that, position this light closer that one farther. He looked like he belonged here, sounded it, his voice strained but focused. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.28]]</div><</nobr>>

You knew he always struggled finding his place, never feeling as if he had one in his family, struggling to find his purpose and where he was wanted. Part of you shouldn’t be surprised he ended up here, not with how often he would snap photos of you, your friends. Things he thought looked interesting, the way he would light up when he saw something intriguing. Framing it in his own way to make it look purposeful. At first, the shoot is going great. He’s getting the best shots, the model is striking the right poses, everyone is synced. Until it isn’t. You can see it in the lines of his shoulder, the tightness of his jaw. The frustration etched on his face as he struggled for the perfect shot. The heat from the studio just seemed to magnify his agitation, his short collar dampening from the beads of sweat. You’ve seen Cam do a shoot before, he has such a confident demeanor behind the camera. But now it’s replaced with a furrowed brow and a tight grip on his camera. “Can we adjust that light again?” he calls out, trying to keep his voice steady despite the growing tension. The assistants scrambled to reposition the light for what seemed like the hundredth time, but the shadows weren’t falling the way he wanted. The model shifts, his expression wavering between professional patience and annoyance. The backdrop was no longer working for the shot, the color adding too much contrast for Cam’s liking. As he takes a deep breath he peers through his viewfinder and snaps a few shots. He quickly looks them over and apparently, they aren’t up to snuff as you can see him shaking his head, his frustration showing through. The composition is off, the lighting is too harsh, it looked nothing like what he wanted. "Alright," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Take five." That was all the crew needed to hear before quickly dispersing, taking the opportunity to rehydrate and regroup. You’re not one to pry…alright often. But it’s hard not to miss the conversation behind you as the assistants grab something to drink. "You think he saw the articles?" "I don’t know, but you can kinda see their point, right?" <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.29]]</div><</nobr>>

As you turn to see who is talking you notice where they point to. A stack of magazines sit abandoned on a couch off to the side. Before you can help yourself, you’re making your way over, sitting to look at them. "Once a Shining Talent, Now Struggling to Capture the Perfect Shot", you toss it to the side your eyes locking onto the next magazine, "Cameron Clarke’s Photos Lose Their Flair: Has the Passion Faded?" "From Pro to No-Go", then another, "Is Clarke Losing His Edge?" One after the other, each more negative than the one before it. No fucking wonder he’s having trouble today. You had seen Cam struggle before, how could you not with how much you’re ingratiated into each other’s lives. But this, this is something else. Photography was the one thing you knew he was confident in. "Looks like your friend is having a bad day." The opposite side of the couch dips down under the person’s weight as they look you over, placing down a bag of food. "How’d you-" "Isaac, Isaac Allen. He, they." They shoot a hand out in your direction half-smiling at you. "$p_name. That still doesn’t answer-" You’re quickly aware of their eyes on you. <i>Are they…no..wait. Really? Checking me out right now?</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.30]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $Isaac to true>> <<set $i_approval to 50>>

Well, if Isaac had no qualms looking you over in a room full of people you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to look them over as well. It was hard to make out their height sitting but you wouldn’t be surprised if they were easily six feet. It was hard to miss the muscles underneath their jacket and tight turtleneck shirt. Their jacket looked like it would quickly rip off their forearms that were quite broad. Their skin is a gorgeous warm umber. Their hair coiled and short a warm black slightly cropped. Your breath nearly catches in your throat when you notice their steel-blue eyes, staring into your own. "Like what you see?" Their voice was smooth and deep, just as you would imagine from such full lips. Their eyes momentarily flicker with something deeper, but it’s gone before you can notice. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> [[I felt empty, but I managed a small smile, a reflex more than a response.|scene 4.30a][$optimistic to Math.clamp($optimistic - 1, 0, 100)]]</div> <div class="choice"> [[I arch a brow, leaning back against the couch. "I could ask you the same thing."|scene 4.30b][$friendly to Math.clamp($friendly - 1, 0, 100)]]</div> <div class="choice-romance"> [[I turn my head quickly, hiding the visible side of my face. No blushing here nope. "The..studio..is nice."|scene 4.30c][$shy to Math.clamp($shy + 1, 0, 100)]]</div> <div class="choice-romance"> [[I match their smirk, eyebrow arching letting my gaze travel slowly over them before meeting their eyes again. "Too soon to say," my tone just as flirty. "I might need a closer look."|scene 4.30d][$shy to Math.clamp($shy - 2, 10, 100)]]</div> </div> <</nobr>>

"Do you..come here often?" You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, groaning internally. <i>That totally sounded like a line.</i> Isaac snickers, at least he has the decency to cover it with a cough when you shoot him a look. “"It’s just one of the spots I deliver to." Good, he wasn’t going to make it awkward. "Deliver to?" Isaac pat’s the bag of food, "Yeah, quick cash not to mention you get to meet all sorts of people in my line of," he pauses tying the ties of the bag into a bow. "Work." "Is that how you know him?" you nod toward Cam, who you’ve seen swear under his breath for at least the fifth time now. "Not exactly. I know his sister, we’re good friends. I come around this part a lot for work." "Oh, you know Kara?" <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.32]]</div><</nobr>>

The words wash over you, barely even registering. It felt more like you were observing them through frosted glass. No nervous flutter in your chest, no rush of excitement. Nothing but an overwhelming sense of detachment. It was as if your emotions were muffled, everything felt as if it was covered by a thick fog. You would have been embarrassed before, annoyed even when you were dating Chris. Now, you just feel empty, a hollow, an empty space where your feelings just lay abandoned. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.31]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $i_approval to Math.clamp($i_approval - 1, 0, 100)>>

"Touche, hm let me look at you then." Isaac turns farther around now, your knees nearly touching on the small couch. The magazines in between you are the only thing keeping you two from touching. You weren’t exactly expecting him to be so thorough, and it only caused you to sit straighter. Trying to hide your bad posture, which was inevitable when you spent many years bent over a desk. Isaac’s eyes narrow slightly as they look along the lines of your face. "Have we-" "Met? No, can’t say that we have." At least, you don’t think so. You’re pretty good at remembering faces so if you had you likely would have remembered. "Passable." Isaac doesn’t shrink away as you shoot him a look, one he found funny enough to laugh so loud it pulls the attention of the assistants nearby. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.31]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $i_approval to Math.clamp($i_approval - 1, 0, 100)>>

Isaac chuckles, leaning closer. Knees almost brushing against one another, the only thing separating the contact are the magazines lying between you. "Well, take all the time you need." Rolling your eyes, you lean back against your side of the couch letting the playful tension simmer away as you look around the room. "I’m not that easy." "Least that makes one of us." His comment catches you off guard, causing you to snort. <i> Cheeky.</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.31]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $i_approval to Math.clamp($i_approval + 2, 0, 100)>>

<i>Yes,… the studio, very nice. Handsome even…for a room.</i> Isaac glances at the studio, the people enjoying their brief break, and his eyes glance at you once more. Almost as if they’re trying to study your face. "Very nice." He whispers. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.31]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $i_approval to Math.clamp($i_approval + 2, 0, 100)>>

Isaac looks at you, then back to Cam, and to you again. "I swear you look familiar. Do you have a si-" "Isaaaaac! Look at you all cozied up." A voice booms behind you, causing both of you to turn quickly, it's the model from earlier. "Let me guess, you are hitting on the photographer’s friend?" he winks at you, smacking Isaac on the shoulder. "Ah, delivery, actually." They raise the bag up, causing the contents inside to wiggle about. "Oh, anything for me?" "You have a shoot Ansel. If you were that hungry you could have ordered something." Comes another voice, grabbing the bag from Isaac. "I’ll send you the tip." The woman murmurs, grabbing Ansel by the elbow and dragging him back toward the set. Despite being tugged away by a woman half his size, Ansel shifts to yell at Isaac. "Hey, text me later. Let’s set up something, eh? For old time’s sake." He flicks a hand Ansel’s way, before standing from the couch. "Well, I’ve got more deliveries so." Isaac stares at you, something tells you he wants to say more but the thought is quickly brushed away. "Guess I should get back to it, gotta say Clarke knows his stuff if he hired you to model." Those steel-blue eyes flicker over you again, biting his lip as he shoves his hands in his pocket, quickly turning to leave. "I’m not a-" "Next time I’m asking for your number!" You quickly feel the gazes of the people around you, the nearby assistants mumbling under their breath, and Terry whistling from across the room. "Breaks over!" Cam yells, tossing a magazine in the trash and gripping his camera even tighter, quickly diverting his gaze from the door Isaac had used to leave. You’re not unaccustomed to an angry Cam, much unlike those around you. They quickly take up their positions, Ansel leisurely walks back to the stool posing no sooner than they sit. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.33]]</div><</nobr>> <<set $CourierofNightfall to true>> <<notify 2s>>Achievement: Courier of Nightfall<</notify>>

The next hour went by rather slowly, everyone seemed on edge. Cam just couldn’t find his rhythm; the lighting was still off no thanks to the dreary sky outside. The composition wasn’t up to par, Ansel by that point was so antsy they could no longer sit still. At least Cam got enough good shots to finish for the day. He was quick to grab his things, apologizing to those around him for a rough day. Before you knew it you were back out on the streets, basking in the cool breeze as Cam fought to get the sleeve of his jacket on, his camera bag pressed between his thighs and grumbling about needing new lenses or something about aperture settings. "Ugh!" He yanks the bag open attempting to put the jacket inside, but the bag had other ideas, sliding quickly to the ground and flopping onto its side allowing the various lenses to spill out onto the street and along with it one of the magazines. He scrambles to pick up the lenses, each one cradled against his chest like a helpless pup as you bent down to pick up the magazine. Your eyes skimming over yet another headline. "The Lesser Clarke?", you quickly open it attempting to the find the article, seeing Chris’s name in ink causes you to stall for a moment and the magazine is quickly torn from your grasp. Cam’s lips curve into a practiced smile, the kind that would put others at ease, one he had used countless times before. His eyes, however, told a different story. You could easily make out a flicker of weariness, lacking the usual spark of enthusiasm. You could see that frustration a mile away, and he knew it. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.34]]</div><</nobr>>

He rolls the magazine up tightly in his hands, tossing it into a trash can near the door of the building. "The less you read of that the better." "Think that applies to you more than it does me." Picking up the jacket you hold it out, allowing Cam to slide it on. "Are you alright?" His smile is sheepish, his usual goofy grin nowhere in sight as he picks up the camera bag, tossing it on his shoulder trying to look anywhere but your face. He sighs heavily, tilting his head from side to side as you continue your way down the street to the bus stop. "Depends on whose askin’." "Your best friend, duh." His eyes look you over, from the top of your head to the tip of your feet. "Tsk," his hand nudges your shoulder, barely any force behind it. "Another time." You shoot him a look, one that means there will be a discussion, but later. Cam nods, the bus hissing at its stop allowing you two to clamber on. Thankfully the bus ride isn’t as hectic as earlier, you don’t almost fall, meet another random author, well at least you don’t think so. You stop a few blocks away at an old restaurant, one that won’t break your budget. Cam fills you in on what brand the shoot was for, on how Terry never tends to listen to him even though he’s their boss. You fill him in on the conversation with Kara, the very brief run in with $g_name, and the brief meeting with $m_name who gave you a book. One Cam was quickly glancing through. Before long, you two walk back to the apartment, rain now falling cooling the air even more, you’re both burrowed in your jackets. Cam happily letting his hair get wet, clinging to his face. Holding his camera bag over your head to keep you as dry as possible. Luckily the walk only takes about fifteen minutes. Before you know it, you’re in front of the old worn building, the front steps missing a piece of concrete, no longer white but a dull brown due to foot traffic. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.35]]</div><</nobr>>

You quickly walk ahead ready to get into a change of clothes and look over the paperwork Kara gave you. Cam is close behind taking the steps two at a time. A yellow piece of paper stops you in your tracks. This wasn’t here when you left, or at least you don’t seem to remember it, you peer closer allowing yourself to read it. <i>Son of a..</i> <b>NOTICE OF CONDEMNATION</b> "This building has been deemed unfit for habitation and will be condemned. All residents and occupants must vacate the premises within 30 days. Failure to comply will result in legal action." "Fuck! You’ve got to be kidding me." Cam leans against the side of the building nearest the door, watching as you run a finger along the paper reading it again. "Mr. Clarke, please the children can hear you." Mrs. Billings comes up behind you, pushing her glasses farther up her nose. "Oh, fuck!" She exclaims as she reads the notice. "Mrs. Billings, the children." Cam teases, she shoots him a look as she peers over your shoulder. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|scene 4.36]]</div><</nobr>>

Cam tilts his head back, the camera bag now resting on the top of the stairs as he sighs heavily, shooting you a look as you read over the sign one last time. Your heart sinks as you turn to look at Cam, pale with worry. Mrs. Billings clears her throat, "I've lived here twenty years, surely they won’t kick us out?" she asks, her hands wiping the rain from her brow. "I can’t see with all this." She motions around her. The words blur in the downpour, but the gravity of the message is unmistakable. You open your mouth to respond, but before you can utter a single word, a deafening clap of thunder erupts, drowning out your voice. Mrs. Billings leans in closer, confusion etched on her face. "What?" Mrs. Billings asks, looking between you and Cam. “We have to move out,” he says a bit louder so Mrs. Billings can hear. “Or-“ <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|End of Demo]]</div><</nobr>>

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Here you will find several side stories of our characters and past events. Each can be considered canon. Before we get started, let's customize our character's name, pronouns, gender of some of our love interest's and side characters. First, love interest customization. G is: <label><<radiobutton "$ggender" "male">> a man</label> <label><<radiobutton "$ggender" "female">> a woman</label> M is: <label><<radiobutton "$mgender" "male">> a man</label> <label><<radiobutton "$mgender" "female">> a woman</label> Chris is: <label><<radiobutton "$chgender" "male">> a man</label> <label><<radiobutton "$chgender" "female">> a woman</label> Now, for MC! Your name is: <<textbox "$pnamess" "">> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $pnamess is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("Side Story 1")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Return to main menu|Loading Page]]</div><</nobr>>

<h2>✦Your gender?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <<button "Female" "Select Pronouns ss">> <<set $pgender to "female", $pperson to "woman", $pchild to "daughter", $pkid to "girl", $psibling to "sister", $pMX to "Miss">> <</button>> <<button "Male" "Select Pronouns ss">> <<set $pgender to "male", $pperson to "man", $pchild to "son", $pkid to "boy", $psibling to "brother", $p_MX to "Mr">> <</button>> <<button "Nonbinary" "Select Pronouns ss">> <<set $pgender to "nonbinary", $pperson to "person", $pchild to "child", $pkid to "kid", $psibling to "sibling", $pMX to "Mx">> <</button>> </div><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $ggender is "male">> <<set $gname to "Gage">> <<set $gperson to "man">> <<set $gheshe to "he">> <<set $gHeShe to "He">> <<set $ghimher to "him">> <<set $ghisher to "his">> <<set $gHisHer to "His">> <<set $ghishers to "his">> <<set $ghimself to "himself">> <<set $gMX to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if $ggender is "female">> <<set $gname to "Garnet">> <<set $gperson to "woman">> <<set $gheshe to "she">> <<set $gHeShe to "She">> <<set $ghimher to "her">> <<set $ghisher to "her">> <<set $gHisHer to "Her">> <<set $ghishers to "hers">> <<set $ghimself to "herself">> <<set $gMX to "Ms">> <</if>> <<if $mgender is "male">> <<set $mname to "Markus">> <<set $mperson to "man">> <<set $mheshe to "he">> <<set $mHeShe to "He">> <<set $mhimher to "him">> <<set $mhisher to "his">> <<set $mHisHer to "His">> <<set $mhishers to "his">> <<set $mhimself to "himself">> <<set $mMX to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if $mgender is "female">> <<set $mname to "Melody">> <<set $mperson to "woman">> <<set $mheshe to "she">> <<set $mHeShe to "She">> <<set $mhimher to "her">> <<set $mhisher to "her">> <<set $mHisHer to "Her">> <<set $mhishers to "hers">> <<set $mhimself to "herself">> <<set $mMX to "Ms">> <</if>> <<if $chgender is "male">> <<set $chname to "Chris">> <<set $chperson to "man">> <<set $chheshe to "he">> <<set $chHeShe to "He">> <<set $chhimher to "him">> <<set $chhisher to "his">> <<set $chHisHer to "His">> <<set $chhishers to "his">> <<set $chhimself to "himself">> <<set $chMX to "Mr">> <</if>> <<if $ggender is "female">> <<set $chname to "Chris">> <<set $chperson to "woman">> <<set $chheshe to "she">> <<set $chHeShe to "She">> <<set $chhimher to "her">> <<set $chhisher to "her">> <<set $chHisHer to "Her">> <<set $chhishers to "hers">> <<set $chhimself to "herself">> <<set $chMX to "Mr">> <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><div class="footer"> </div><</nobr>>

<h2>✦Your pronouns?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footer"> <<button "She/Her" "Side Story 2">> <<set $pheshe to "she", $pHeShe to "She", $phimher to "her", $phisher to "her", $pHisHer to "Her", $phishers to "hers", $phimself to "herself",$pronounsplural to false>> <</button>> <<button "He/Him" "Side Story 2">> <<set $pheshe to "he", $pHeShe to "He", $phimher to "him", $phisher to "his", $pHisHer to "His", $phishers to "his", $phimself to "himself",$pronounsplural to false>> <</button>> <<button "They/Them" "Side Story 2">> <<set $pheshe to "they", $pHeShe to "They", $phimher to "them", $phisher to "their", $pHisHer to "Their", $phishers to "theirs", $phimself to "themself",$pronounsplural to true>> <</button>> </div><</nobr>><<nobr>><div class="footer"> </div><</nobr>>

Your MC's name is $pnamess, going by $pheshe. $gname goes by $gheshe. $mname goes by $mheshe, and Chris goes by $chheshe. Is this correct? [[Yes, continue to the bonus content.|Side Stories Links]] [[No, take me back to the customization menu|Side Stories]]

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$gname looks out through the glass window of the cafe. Watching how the rain cascades down. $gHeShe looks along the Chicago streets. Some that where bustling just minutes ago. Now only a few stragglers are braving the harshness of the rain. They catch a glimpse of the woman running to get to her car, nestling a small dog under her arm. One who clearly is going to need a good dry off when they get back home. They fight the urge to wave at the little pup as it stares at $gname. A habit they have had since they were young, now one that is almost ingrained into them thanks to working with animals all day. They crinkle their nose, taking in the scent of the cafe. The warm baked goods and various flavors of coffee being made. The cafe wasn’t overly crowded, a handful of people just loafing about. Biding their time until the storm begins to die down. They haven’t been to this cafe in years. Not since their college days. Days when they would be sitting across from two people very dear to them. It had become routine, to visit on the way to classes, even becoming such a frequent spot to visit that they would begin to do so even on the weekends. $gname is pulled from their thoughts when they hear the sound of a cup being placed in front of them. They look up to see an old woman, one they had seen many times before. Smiling at them with a crooked grin on their face. They nod to the cup and $gname follows their gaze. “Dark roast, one sugar. No more no less, correct?” She looks at $gname knowingly, taking in their questioning gaze. “Your usual.” Then it registers. Their usual, from those years ago. The same drink they would order when waiting for Cam or for $pnamess…. $gname nods. “Thank you, that is my usual. However, I didn’t order anything.” The old woman smacks $gname on the back, bellowing a deep laugh. One they remember fondly, back in those days when they would be arguing over exams, studying far too hard. When Cam would steal their cookie. The one cookie they ordered to reward themselves for nights of studying. Every fucking time. The old woman points back to the counter. Where a tall redhead was holding a small brown bag and two cups of coffee. Two cups? “He ordered it for you. Said it was a birthday present. Happy birthday by the way, don’t even try to pay, think of it as a gift for all the business you three used to bring in here.” She smiles fondly to $gname then back to Cam who was now making his way over to the small table that $gname had very briefly thought of as their own little place of solitude in the cafe. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|G bday 2]]</div><</nobr>>

“Hey birthday -” “What do you want?” Cam furrows his brows, blowing a breath before taking a foot to yank a chair out and flop into it. Laying the bag and coffee on the table. “Last time I checked hotshot, it was your birthday. Forgive me for ruining this sacred day with well wishes. I suppose that means you don’t want the old birthday song too then?” He crosses his arms, waving a hand to the bag and then to $gname. “Cam, how did you find me exactly? I was supposed to be at work.” $gname grabs the brown paper bag, rolling the sides down to look at whats inside. While part of $ghimher shouldn’t be surprised at the little cake inside, with red frosting and a little candle on top. Yet part of $ghimher was surprised to see it, if they didn’t know better they could have sworn it looked similar to one that $pheshe had made them years ago. “Thought the colors worked for the day and all. Happy birthday hotshot. Well wishes and all that. Really couldn’t have been born on a worse day. The amount of couples celebrating today and you sitting here with me no less.” Cam reaches for $gname’s coffee, yanking it close to him and taking a swig. Then coughing at the bitterness. “Shit, you still drink this crap?” $gname can’t help but smile at their old friend, now taking a large gulp from one of the paper cups in front of them. While some things have changed since then, it was nice to see that this friendship was as dysfunctional as it ever was. Still one of the few relationships that they held so dear. They clear their throat catching Cam’s attention. $gname nods to them then takes the cake out. “Thanks Cam. I wasn’t planning on even celebrating.” The two lock eyes, several years of friendship between them. No longer trying to figure out how to enjoy the silence and forcing a conversation just to fill the void. After a couple years they were finally able to just come to terms that it was no longer the three of them. Now just a duo, like when their friendship just began. “$pnamess's not here. If that’s what you're worried about.” $gname stops fiddling with the candle on the cake, something they didn’t even realize they were doing until they see Cam watching their movement. “I didn’t think they were.” “Really? Then why do you look so tense.” Cam makes a move to rake some of the icing off the cake only for $gname to swat their hand away. $gname turns slightly, the baked good cradled in their hands as if it were some precious thing that would be tarnished once Cam had placed his hands upon it. “When did i-” “When you saw I had two cups. I noticed the minute you looked at me. They’re busy getting settled in.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|G bday 3]]</div><</nobr>>

<i>Wonder if it’s like the house we stayed in that weekend. Wait….what am I thinking? No $gname, this is the last thing you need to be thinking about today. The very fucking last.</i> $gname nods, making sure to keep their face blank. Not wanting to let Cam see just how okay they’re pretending to be. Cam places a hand on the table, standing ever so slightly just to give themselves more reach as they take another swipe for the cake. “You’re really not going to ask?” “Will you stop? Hell, does this look like your birthday cake? Does it?” That breaks the red head, who is now bursting with laughter. Yeah, some thing's never change. This in turn makes $gname begin to laugh as well. Something they don’t do much of anymore. Once it settles down, they then close their eyes to make a wish on the cake, before removing the candle and taking a bite. “Do you really not want to know?” Cam breaks the silence, watching his friend enjoy the one small gift he knew they would accept for their birthday. $gname turns to look back out the window to their left. Gloomy day, sad for those couples and friends who plan on celebrating Valentines Day together. Though maybe no more sad than them, pretending that what’s going on doesn’t affect them in some way. Their dark eyes trail over to Cam, who is watching them intently, sipping on his coffee. “Fine then, I’ll bite.” “Chris.” Cam clears his throat, never easy for them to hide the disdain in their voice for their sibling. “I don’t really know how to start, so I’m just going to say it.” $gname crinkles their brows, laying their cake down and crossing their hands along the table top leaning a bit closer. Yeah, it’s too late to hide their interest now. “Chris and Jade were having an affair.” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|G bday 4]]</div><</nobr>>

<i>Their sister and their fiance? Since when, are they alright, where are they?</i> $gname’s thoughts were running, trying to make the situation make sense. Yet that was something no one could really make sense of, a betrayal so close. “Are th-” “They’re staying with me at the moment,” Cam continues. “That’s what I meant by they're settling in. I’m sure they would have wanted to see you for your birthday if they could but..” $gname waves off the thought, they hadn’t seen each other in awhile now. They wouldn’t expect $phimher to see them now after this amount of time, after everything in their lives is falling around them. Cam sighs, “Chris kept the dog.” “What!?” “Inside voice hotshot.” Cam jests. $gname kicks at Cam under the table, content when they hear him oof and begin to rub at their knee. “Fine, what?” They say quieter. “They kept the dog, the apartment. It’s all a shit show. Thought you should hear about it. I know it’s not the best news on your birthday.” “Are they...are they alright?” How long has passed since they asked the question aloud? Did their voice sound off, because it felt it. It felt like it took everything in them to ask. But they wanted to know, needed to even. Cam nods slightly. “They will be.” He goes to stand, picking up the cups. His eyes picking up on the bouquet of flowers on the chair next to $gname. “Cute.” Cam jokes. $gname had completely forgot the flowers, the fact they were even there to begin with. Their hand goes to cover them. They cough slightly, trying to think of what to say, yet choosing nothing. They wonder which is worse. “Thanks for, for everything. I’ll text you soon. Wait what do I owe you for the cake?” For a brief second Cam wonders if they should tell them who it’s from. Who sat up making them the previous night, who argued with him that it had to be Red Velvet because that was $gname’s favorite. “Nothing, it’s homemade. Happy Birthday.” They watch as Cam leaves, headed down the street yanking their coat up around their ears, not bothering to cover their red hair. $gname looks to the cake, taking another bite. Homemade huh? Wait, Cam can’t bake... They pull back, looking over the cake, the bright frosting, the deep coloring of the cake itself. It hit’s them, slowly overtime. Someone made this just for them, even through all the shit Chris and Jade is putting them through. Their favorite cake, on their birthday no less. They can’t help but smile slightly, much to their own annoyance, not even hearing the notification from their phone. Happy Birthday indeed. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Back to side stories menu|Side Stories Links]]</div><</nobr>>

Shifting around in your desk chair, you reach a hand out to graze along the soft petals of roses sitting on your desk. It had been the third set of flowers that came for you today. The first were in your chair when you arrived this morning, the second set waiting for you in your locker in the break room. The third set, the ones you’re currently admiring, were waiting for you when you got out of your meeting. You had to admit, they were quite beautiful. Each dozen a different color than the one prior. The first a soft yellow, with a card wishing you a good morning. The second a nice orange, another card with well wishes for the day. This set, a nice lavender shade, though the card had yet to arrive. A soft smile on your face, that is until you feel hands cover your eyes. Your body stiffens, wondering if it’s the sender of what is getting to be your little flower garden. Then slowly your senses begin to adjust allowing you to pick up a familiar scent. A scent you’ve grown familiar with. Warm vanilla. Making it easy for you to put a face to the voice that then whispers into your ear. “If it isn’t the second most popular person in the office.” Reaching up you grab her soft delicate hands and move them down, finally opening your eyes. “Were you that bored without me here, Kara?” She scoffs, before looking down into your eyes. Furrowing her brows, an expression that doesn’t suit her delicate features at all. You watch as her gaze drifts , realizing then that you’re still holding her hands. Pursing her lips Kara yanks them away, almost as if the simple contact burnt her. Her cheeks slightly redder than they were before. Must be the heat, at least that’s what you thought. “I was getting tired of picking up all the slack. Do you know how many nights I had to stay late? I thought you were supposed to be back last Friday?” <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Kara vday 2]]</div><</nobr>>

It’s hard not to grin at her, as she folds her arm and gives you a very forced pout. Kara was never one to stay late at the office, unless you were involved. “Sorry, flight got delayed. By that point Keegan just gave me the rest of the weekend off. Has it been busy?” “No more than usual, that’s not the point. I’m going to visit my parents this week. I was hoping I would see your before I leave. I can’t leave in good conscience without knowing the second best office worker is here.” She starts to fiddle with her bracelet, her fingers grazing along the little rose charm. “Those are some really big words Ms. Clarke. Some would say you’re vying for my spot.” She shakes her head, looking around the office with its fluorescent lighting and stark white walls. Then to the flowers that adorn your desk. The most colorful thing in such a dull space, well aside from you. “I hope you like them.” Your gaze follows hers, and nod without a second thought. “How could I not? Beautiful aren’t they?” You don’t hear the sigh she lets out, or see the smile she sends your way, as you grab a stack of papers to take into the copying room. Kara follows suit, mentioning the recent visitors to the office, the amount of filing she had to do all by her lonesome. Some would say Kara could be dramatic, especially in her retelling of stories. Though you had to admit that was something you always enjoyed about her. “So, did anything happen?” “When?” You begin pressing along the screen of the copying machine, content when it actually works. Whirring as it begins to cycle through the papers, and print them out. “On your vacation.” Kara flips through the extra sheets of paper on the counter top. Little did you know, the only thing she was paying attention to was you. Not the corrections on the files, the whirring of the machine or the warmth of the room. The only thing she was focused on was the way your eyes crinkle as you smile at her. The way your fingers tap along the screen of the machine, ensuring it prints just enough. The levels of the ink to your liking. The way you rubbed the side of your neck, still trying to fight the stiffness from sitting at your desk for so long. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Kara vday 3]]</div><</nobr>>

Shaking your head, leaning a hip against the counter as the papers continue to print, you look at her. Unsure of what shes thinking when she looks at you. “Nothing out of the ordinary, why?” She swallows, licking her full lips before grinning at you. “I thought Chris would have asked…” Her voice cracks, she then begins to cough. To cover what she almost let slip. “Ask wha-” “If you wanted to have lunch before I go back home over the weekend. It’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. I guess you two were just too busy.” She winks at you grabbing the copies before you could manage. Nice save Kara. “Come on, if we were busy doing...that, why would I tell you?” Kara rolls her eyes, walking backwards out of the office. “Kara wai-” “Ouch!” You can’t help but stifle a laugh, as Kara turns to see who she ran into. Ignoring the papers that had fallen out of her hands and now litter the floor. “Chris?” “Hey sis. Really need to watch where you’re going. What if I got hurt? What would you do without me around to save you?” Kara was about to retort, when she noticed a bouquet of white roses in Chris’s hands. “Where did you-” “Wait, more flowers? Chris you shouldn’t have. I told you I wasn’t mad about you not coming on the vacation with me.” Chris side steps Kara and leans in to kiss your cheek. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|Kara vday 4]]</div><</nobr>>

Kara glances to Chris, then to you holding the flowers so dearly, admiring the beauty of the soft white petals. She folds her arms across her chest and leans against the door frame. “Mom would be proud.” Kara simply says, though part of her realizes it’s said with some contempt. The reason behind that can be thought of on another day. “Let me go put these in water and we can go for lunch.” Chris walks towards Kara, leaning against the wall watching $pnamess as they walk happily to place the flowers with the other three bouquets. “Really beautiful flowers. I honestly had no idea it was even Valentines Day I was just coming to ask them for lunch.” They smile to themselves, pleased with their good luck. Not only did they forget it was Valentine’s Day but in $pnamess’s eyes Chris was more thoughtful than ever. The bouquets were not only a sign of a happy day, but also of an apology for not going on the vacation for the weekend. Yeah no dog house for them. “How did you get them?” Kara asks, her eyes scanning Chris. “Ran into Isaac outside. Said they had a delivery, I asked who for. Imagine my surprise when they said $pnamess. Bet I can guess who they’re from.” Chris turns to Kara, a smug expression on their face. They don’t bother to hide their disgust when the name falls from their lips. Cam. “Cameron.” Chris clicked their tongue. She doesn’t bother to correct Chris. Even if she did try Chris wouldn’t believe her. They always seem to think the worst of Cam. Regardless of what anyone else says. Chris had always been jealous of their relationship. So much so that it seemed they never considered that someone else may feel something for $pnamess. She doesn't bother to hide the look on her face when she sees Chris lead $pnamess out of the office, or the feeling inside her gut. One she isn’t quite familiar with, one she isn’t willing to admit. Kara takes the card out of her pocket and throws it into the bin. The handwritten words to be forgotten, not to see the light of day. Not to sit along the other handwritten cards she so painstakingly filled out earlier in the day. Along with the flowers she had chosen. A card that simply reads, Happy Valentines Day. With Love, Kara. <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Back to side stories menu|Side Stories Links]]</div><</nobr>>

It was late, so late that it was practically morning. It had been several weeks since the breakup. To say you're doing well would be a lie. A big one. Your ire is just as strong as it was then, maybe even more so now. you had been working your way through the grieving process quickly, and who knew anger would find you so soon. Cam holds his spoon in his mouth, licking off the remnants of icecream, staring at you as you stick your spoon in so hard it feels as if it can pierce the carton. "Chris is probably the biggest asshole I ever could have dated. Ever." You shovel another bite of icecream in your mouth. "You know out of the two of you, you're the ideal partner." Cam makes a choking sound, mumbling something under his breath before he stands up so abruptly that his pint of icecream falls to the floor. You watch him, spoon in your mouth, eating your feelings giving him a questioning glance. "Cam?" Cam doesn't answer, instead he goes over to the couch, pressing his head into the pillows, and screams into them. A gutteral scream, one that would leave his throat raw for the next day. After several minutes, and deep breaths later Cam walks over to sit beside you, he meets your questioning look. "Brain freeze." Cam reaches out for your wrist, keeping you from eating the bite of icecream on your spoon. Instead, shoveling it into his mouth. He looks into your eyes as he does so. "Cam..what are yo-" "Yours taste better." He makes a motion to clean up his toppled-over pint, this allows him to hide the blush creeping up on his cheeks. It was an indirect kiss, no doubt about it. He did it with such intention, his hand sliding along his lip. Wondering if you thought the same thing. <i>The ideal partner....then why not make me yours?</i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Back to side stories menu|Side Stories Links]]</div><</nobr>>

<h1> ✦ Prologue ✦ </h1> <center><h2>Every betrayal begins with trust.</h2></center> The early morning sun casts a gentle glow into the bedroom, not to be impeded by the sheer white curtain that adorns the windows. It looked to be another clear day, which was optimal if you had plans on being out in it. It’s just enough to stir you from your sleep. As you roll over, fighting the urge to get out of bed, you find the other side empty. Your body practically begs you to go back to sleep, to bask in the warm blanket, reminding you that the lack of sleep you've been getting is slowly beginning to catch up to you. With a deep sigh you sit up, causing the plush comforter that you had found yourself nestled under to fall to your lap. You allow your eyes to glance around the room, a variety of photos align the soft taupe walls. Large windows opposite the bed offer a glimpse of the Chicago skyline, a view that could make you feel small in the grand scheme of things if you allowed it. A white area rug graces the polished hardwood floors, you remembered seeing the same rug in the Clarke’s house at their annual Christmas dinner. Throwing your feet over the side of the bed, you let them sink into the soft rug. You allow yourself just a moment to enjoy the calm morning. Rubbing your eyes, you try to shake off the last remnants of sleep, fingers pressing gently against your eyelids, massaging away the grogginess that lingers from the night before. With each rub, the world around you comes into clearer focus allowing you to register the time and date on the small digital clock on your bedside table. The bright white glow of the clock reads 8:31 a.m., December 24th. <i> Tomorrow is our anniversary. </i> Part of you is surprised it came so soon, it feels as if the year just started and yet New Year's is just around the corner. Your gaze falls along the curves of your dresser resting against a wall near the closet. A bouquet rests in a crystal vase near a photo. You walk over and pick up the photo trying to get a better look instead, your eyes refuse to focus on it. <i> Odd. </i> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice">[[Continue|dream sequence 1.2]]</div><</nobr>>

<h2>✦What's your nickname?✦</h2> <<nobr>><div class="footerb"><div class="choice"></div><</nobr>> <<textbox "$p_nn" "">> <<link "Confirm Name">><<if $p_nn is "">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please enter a name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Cameron">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Cam">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Gage">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Garnet">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Markus">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Melody">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Isaac">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Ardent">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Jade">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<elseif $p_nn is "Chris">><<replace "#textbox-error">> Please select a different name.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#textbox-error">><</replace>> <<run Engine.play("dream sequence 1.3b")>> <</if>><</link>><span id="textbox-error"></span> <<link 'View Suggestions'>><<run Dialog.setup("Nickname Suggestions"); Dialog.wiki(Story .get("Nickname Suggestions") .processText( ) ); Dialog.open( );>><</link>> <<nobr>><div class="footer"><div class="choice"> </div><</nobr>>