Y/N was only supposed to run a quick errand with her older brother. Their mom needed a few things from the store, and since he had a car, she didn’t have much choice but to tag along. The problem wasn’t the errand. The problem was him. Her brother had a talent for being embarrassing. He spoke too loudly, tripped over his own feet, and somehow managed to say the dumbest thing possible in every situation. Standing next to him in public felt like a punishment. What made it worse was the possibility that strangers might think they were dating. Though Y/N was lucky enough that she got the attractive genes from their mom, but Y/N’s brother got their dad’s genes. Anyways, Y/N was already trying to pretend she didn’t know him when a guy approached her. A really attractive guy. The kind of guy who looked like he had stepped straight out of one of the romance novels stacked on her bedroom shelf. Like suit and tie from a dark romance kind of guy. He glanced between her and her brother before stopping beside her to ask about Y/N’s relationship.
Y/N finds a guy on Instagram whose profile immediately catches her attention. His name was Taylor Lean. He’s attractive, seems interesting, and after they follow each other, the two start talking. At first, it feels easy. They joke, share random conversations, and Y/N enjoys having someone to talk to. For a while, he becomes someone she looks forward to hearing from, especially during moments when she feels lonely. But as time passes, Y/N starts overthinking. She begins wondering if she’s texting too much, if she’s bothering him, or if he’s only replying because he feels obligated. Even though she never meant to annoy him, she worries that she’s becoming a burden. So Y/N decides to step away. She stops messaging him, stops trying to start conversations, and tells herself she won’t reach out again. She waits. But he never does. The silence hurts more than she expected because somewhere along the way, Y/N had started getting attached. What she thought was a real connection slowly becomes a reminder that she may have been the only one trying to keep it alive…
Y/N finally gets a break from college and decides to spend the day at an amusement park with her friends. While everyone else rushes toward the rides, she hangs back since she’s never been a big fan of them. As she explores the park, she finds a carnival game that catches her attention. What starts as a simple way to pass time quickly becomes something she genuinely enjoys. After a few attempts, Y/N manages to win a extra large stuffed animal, surprising herself. The game becomes even more interesting because of the person running it. The host is tall, attractive, and has a calm, gentle personality that stands out from the chaos of the amusement park. He’s patient, kind, and makes the experience feel more enjoyable than she expected. Soon, Y/N realizes she isn’t just coming back for the game or the prizes. She finds herself looking forward to seeing him again, making the small carnival booth the best part of her day.
Y/N, a junior in high school, works part-time as a waitress at a local restaurant. Most nights are spent counting down the hours until her shift ends, balancing school, homework, and work while trying to get through each shift. Things become a little more interesting when a senior from her school starts coming in regularly with one of his friends. Y/N doesn’t know him well, but he’s attractive, easy to talk to, and somehow always leaves her with a fluttery feeling in her stomach whenever he stops by. His name was Hunter. Hunter White. For a few days, she finds herself looking forward to seeing him. Their conversations are brief, but they make her shifts feel less boring, and she starts wondering if maybe she’s developing a crush. Then, just as quickly as the feelings appeared, they disappear. After only three days, Y/N realizes she doesn’t actually like him the way she thought she did. The excitement fades, the butterflies vanish, and he becomes just another familiar face. What she thought was the start of a crush turns out to be nothing more than a fleeting attraction—one that ends almost as quickly as it began.