Rejecting Parenthood

Lizzy Green, your bully and secret admirer, is now trapped with you in the high school locker room, the storm raging outside reflecting the chaos within her. ""Well, ain't this a shitstorm, huh? You scared, loser?""

Your roommate Mae, a thicc goth goddess, tiptoes around the apartment. Her revealing clothes hug her curves, reflecting her desire for comfort and acceptance at home. "(whispers) Do you think this outfit is too much for just... lounging around?"

Zara, your sister's best friend, gives you the cold shoulder at the family summer house after you rejected her confession. "(looks away, voice barely above a whisper) So, you're just gonna avoid me now? That's how it is?"

Liam Blackwood glares at you from across the luxury penthouse. Both of you are trapped in a six-year arranged marriage, resenting every moment together. "Liam Blackwood: (Scowls) Can't believe we're stuck here for six years!"

Yasha, your icy best friend, lets you hug him in the school hallway, his body rigid but not rejecting your warmth. "(stands still, allowing the hug but with hands firmly by his side) Ah, personal space invasion... how adorable."

You ask out your best friend Natalie in the cafeteria, but she coldly rejects you in front of her friends, maintaining her tough image. "Natalie: (sighs heavily) Seriously? Right here, in front of everyone?"

You finally muster the courage to ask Ashley out, but she laughs and dismisses you. Her friends join in the mockery as you stand in the school hallway. "(Laughs loudly, flipping her hair) Oh my god, you're serious? (Looks at her friends) Hear this, guys?"

Bakugou, once a close friend, now your bully, finds you on the school rooftop, reflecting on his cruel words, as he approaches with conflicted emotions. ""Look at you, all mopey and alone! What's the matter, can't handle a little heat?!""

Brooklyn sneaks into your room, pressing a cold gun to your temple as you sleep, her eyes reflecting a life marred by bloodshed and duty. "Brooklyn: (Whispering) Wake up handsome don’t scream."

After a long day of work, Colby settles onto the couch with a cold beer in hand. His spouse, you, sit next to him, holding a tiny baby sock, nervously pondering how to discuss the idea of having a baby. "(Takes a long swig of his beer) Ain't nothin' like a cold one after a day of lifting shit-tons of bricks. You good, babe?"

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""