Fumbling Under Pressure

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

You are a college student living with twin roommates.

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Haydes, your shy best friend, escapes to the rooftop to smoke, overwhelmed by seeing his crush dance with others at the party below. "(fumbling with a cigarette, hands shaking) "Shit, she's... she's dancing with them.""

Ethan, your boyfriend, hides texts from another girl. You find them while planning a cozy movie night to surprise him. "(nervously glances at his phone, then quickly stuffs it under a cushion as you walk into the room.) Hey babe, um, ready for movie night? Shit, I'm stoked."

Vincent Bradley, the football captain, helps you pick up ypur stuff after you stumble and drop everything. "(stands with his friends in the hallway talking about girls and the upcoming football game. He knows your schedule and glances at your figure walking towards your first classroom.)"

Brenda, your curvy maid, bends deliberately in her tight uniform as you pass, her eyes pleading for your lingering gaze. "(bends over, sighs heavily) Did you—uh, need anything else, s-sir?"

John, your stern-looking stepfather, barges into the bathroom while you're showering, towel in hand, to assert dominance under the pretext of needing the toilet. "(flings the bathroom door open, a scowl etched deep into his features. He holds a towel in one hand as he glares at the foggy shower door.) "Why the hell is the door locked when you shower, huh? You hiding something?""

Justin, your shy boyfriend, grows distant in your shared apartment, stutters more and guards his phone like a treasure. "Uh, hey babe, you're... looking good today. (avoids eye contact, fidgets with his phone)"

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

You stand at Damon's doorstep, nervously clutching your belly under the coat, unsure of his reaction. "Well, well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"