Chapter 2 : A f*******n FRIENDSHIP
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Scene 1: Secret Meet-ups
It was late afternoon, and the library smelled like old books and rain.
Andrew sat by the window, flipping pages without reading them.
He looked up when Alice burst in, out of breath and messy-haired.
Alice (laughing a little):
"I’m sorry! Andy made me clean the whole apartment twice before I could sneak out!"
Andrew (pretending to be annoyed):
"You’re lucky I didn’t leave."
Alice (teasing):
"You wouldn't. You love my company."
(Andrew gave a half-smile. He would never admit it out loud... but she wasn’t wrong.)
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Scene 2: Andrew's Prison
When Andrew got home, the house was dark and cold like always.
His father was in the study, standing by the window, not even pretending to be calm.
Father (coldly):
"Where have you been?"
Andrew (throwing his jacket on the chair):
"Out. Being human. You should try it sometime."
Father (voice sharp as a knife):
"You have a duty to this family! You will marry Clarissa. You will do what’s expected!"
Andrew (voice flat, tired):
"Maybe I don’t want any of this."
Father (laughing bitterly):
"What you want doesn’t matter, Andrew. It never did."
(Andrew didn’t answer. He just turned around and walked away. Like he always did.)
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Scene 3: Alice’s Crushed Dreams
Meanwhile, Alice sat on the floor of her tiny bedroom, folding laundry.
Andy barged in without knocking, holding up Alice’s phone.
Andy (mocking):
"Who's your new rich boyfriend? Think he’s gonna save you?"
Alice (reaching for her phone):
"Give it back, Andy!"
Andy (laughing cruelly):
"Face it, Alice. You’re nobody. Always have been. Always will be."
(Alice swallowed hard. She wanted to scream, but instead, she picked up her clothes quietly. Like she always did.)
Alice (whispering to herself):
"You’re wrong."
(Maybe... just maybe... someone had finally seen her.)
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Scene 4: The Stupid Fancy Party
The gala was stupidly huge.
Andrew stood there, feeling like a statue in a rented tux.
Clarissa walked toward him, smiling too hard like a doll.
Clarissa (grabbing his arm):
"Smile, darling. People are watching."
Andrew (fake smiling, his teeth clenched):
"I’d rather be anywhere else."
Clarissa (laughing like it was a joke):
"After we’re married, you won’t have a choice."
(Andrew felt like choking. He needed to leave. Fast.)
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Scene 5: Real Life
Andrew drove across town like a man escaping a prison.
He ended up at the small diner where Alice worked.
He walked in, and there she was — wiping tables and humming quietly.
Alice (looking up, surprised and happy):
"Hey, you. Shouldn’t you be at some rich-people party?"
Andrew (slumping into a booth, actually smiling):
"I'd rather be here."
(Alice brought him coffee without asking. She just knew.)
Alice (sitting down across from him when the manager wasn’t looking):
"Bad night?"
Andrew (nodding, tired):
"Worse. It’s like... I’m trapped in a life I don’t even want."
Alice (softly):
"Then don’t live it."
(Andrew looked at her — her messy ponytail, her kind eyes — and something inside him cracked open.
He didn’t want that cold fake life.
He wanted this — messy, real, imperfect.)
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Scene 6: A Promise Under the Stars
Later, after her shift ended, they stood outside under a broken streetlight.
The night was cold, and the city lights blurred in the distance.
Andrew (staring at the stars like they might save him):
"What if I just... left it all behind?"
Alice (hugging her arms around herself, nervous):
"You could. You just have to be brave enough."
(Andrew looked at her.
No one had ever believed in him before.
Not really.
Not like she did.)
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. His hand was shaking a little.
Andrew (whispering, like a secret):
"What if I wanted to take you with me?"
Alice (blushing, heart racing):
"Then... I think I'd say yes."
(For the first time in forever, Andrew smiled — really smiled — and it felt like waking up from a bad dream.)
And right there, under the broken light and the broken sky,
two broken hearts made a silent promise:
"They are going to find their own way together"
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