Literary Fiction

2024-02-10 06:57:14


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Jackie's words slurred as she leaned in closer to Shauna, her eyes heavy with intoxication. "Come on, Shauna, just show me. I want to know what it feels like to be really pleased," she murmured, her hand reaching out to touch Shauna's arm.

Shauna gently pushed Jackie's hand away, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and concern. "Jackie, we're both drunk. This isn't the right way to go about this. We'll regret it in the morning," she said, trying to reason with her friend.

But Jackie was persistent, her inhibitions drowned in the haze of alcohol. She leaned in even closer, her breath warm against Shauna's ear. "Please, Shauna, I need this. I need to feel something... anything," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

Shauna's heart ached for her friend, knowing that Jackie was struggling with her relationship and her own insecurities. But she couldn't bring herself to give in to Jackie's request, not like this. "I can't, Jackie. I won't take advantage of you like this," she said firmly, gently holding Jackie's shoulders and trying to steady her.

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Jackie's eyes filled with tears as she realized Shauna was serious. She slumped back against the pillows, feeling the weight of her own actions and the alcohol coursing through her veins. "I'm sorry, Shauna. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she mumbled, her words barely audible.

Shauna wrapped her arms around Jackie, holding her close. "It's okay, Jackie. I know you're hurting, but this isn't the answer. We'll figure this out together, okay?" she whispered, her voice soothing and full of compassion.

As Jackie's sobs subsided, Shauna helped her settle into bed, tucking the blankets around her. "I'll stay with you tonight, Jackie. We'll talk about everything in the morning when we're both clear-headed," Shauna promised, her presence a comforting anchor for her friend.

In the quiet of the room, the weight of the evening's events hung heavy in the air. Jackie's heart ached with the realization of her own vulnerability, and Shauna's heart swelled with concern for her friend. As they drifted off to sleep, the moon cast a soft glow over the room, offering a sense of solace in the midst of turmoil.

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The following morning, Jackie awoke with a throbbing headache and a heavy heart. The memories of the previous night flooded back, and she cringed at the thought of her own actions. Shauna was already awake, sitting by the window with a cup of tea in hand.

"Good morning, Jackie," Shauna greeted her with a gentle smile. "How are you feeling?"

Jackie groaned and rubbed her temples. "Like a freight train ran over me. I'm so sorry, Shauna. I don't know what came over me last night."

Shauna set her tea aside and turned to face Jackie. "It's okay, Jackie. We all have moments of vulnerability. But we need to talk about what happened."

Jackie nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for Shauna's understanding. "I know. I shouldn't have put you in that position. I was just... lost, I guess."

Shauna reached out and took Jackie's hand. "I understand, Jackie. But we need to address the bigger issues at hand. Let's talk about Jeff and how you're feeling. I'm here for you, no matter what."

This is a summary of the story elements:

Title: jacka
Outline: Jackie and Shauna are in Jackie's room during a sleepover. They stole Jackie's moms wine and had a little too much. Jackie having more than Shauna. In her drunken state, Jackie starts complaining about how, Jeff, is terrible in bed and never pleases her. However, Jackie gets an idea. She looks to Shauna to ask her to show her what being pleased feels like. Shauna is tempted but says no since they are both drunk. Jackie persists, and starts getting handsy. Shauna still refuses. She trys to talk Jackie down.
Language: English
Genre: Literary Fiction
Writing Style: Descriptive - Rich, detailed, and imaginative language
Narrative Style: Third-person Limited - The story is told from the perspective of a single character
Author Style: Charlotte Bronte: Romantic, Gothic, and Socially Conscious