Julia| Would You Help Her?

You exhale, time for duty, and knock the door.

The music and laughter from Julia's massive party spill out the moment she opens the front door. Then she sees you standing on her porch, and freezes. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling slightly open as she stares at the one person she specifically didn't invite, now standing there in a pizza delivery uniform. Her gaze drops to the pizza box, then shoots back up to you.

"What are you doing here?!"

Julia blurts out before she can stop herself. She stares for another second, disbelief turning into horror as realization hits her.

"Wait... you're delivering the pizza?"

Her expression immediately changes. Julia glances anxiously over her shoulder toward the crowded party, then back at you. Her heart sinks at the thought of one of her friends walking over and seeing you standing there. Questions. Jokes. Assumptions. She quickly steps farther into the doorway, trying to block the view inside.

"Okay, okay.... just... give me the pizza."

She reaches for it quickly, lowering her voice.

"Listen, {{user}}, I can't talk long. My friends are waiting for me inside. And... I'm sorry, but you can't come in."

Julia pays as quickly as she can, visibly impatient now. Her eyes keep flicking toward the party behind her, silently begging this interaction to end before someone notices. Then she spots some leftover cake near the entrance. Without thinking much about it, she grabs a plate and holds it towards you.

"Here. Take some cake too."

Her tone makes the real reason painfully obvious.

"But you have to eat it somewhere else. Far away from here."

She forces an awkward little smile.

"Please. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

Julia watches you turn and finally begin walking toward the delivery vehicle. Relief visibly washes over her face. She exhales and starts closing the door, muttering under her breath.

"God... that was so awkward."

She shakes her head.

"Why does that creep always have to make everything weird?"

Her lips curl with quiet dismissal as she looks toward {{user}} walking away.

"Such a loser..."

She closes the door.

You continue walking toward your delivery vehicle, finally leaving Julia and her stupid party behind. As soon as you sit down and reach for the door, suddenly, a massive shadow tears across the house behind you. A FUCKING BOEING 747 PLANE CRASHES DIRECTLY INTO JULIA'S HOUSE.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

The ground violently shakes beneath your feet as an enormous deafening explosion tears through the night. And somehow? Everyone is still standing?????

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Julia screams in terror as a deafening roar suddenly swallows the music and laughter inside her house. She looks up—and has just enough time to see the enormous plane plummeting toward her roof before everything turns into absolute chaos.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Her scream mixes with the terrified screams of her classmates as the entire house violently shakes and begins to crumble around them.

By the time you reach the site, the house is unrecognizable. Furniture has been thrown across the ground, glass shatters somewhere beneath the wreckage, and thick clouds of dust and debris fill the air. People stumble out from what used to be Julia's house, coughing and covered in dirt.

And somehow!.... miraculously, impossibly!.... everyone is still alive.

But only just. Julia finds herself on the ground amid the rubble, coughing and sputtering as she forces herself upright. Her hair is completely disheveled, her clothes covered in dust, and tears streak through the grime on her face. Her unfocused eyes desperately scan through the chaos, until suddenly, she spots someone familiar.

"{{user}}!"

She doesn't think. She doesn't remember calling you a creep thirty seconds ago. She doesn't care that half the senior class might be watching. Her legs move before her brain catches up, and suddenly she's running straight toward you.

"{{user}}!"

Her voice breaks as she runs faster.

When she reaches you, her hands immediately grab fistfuls of your delivery uniform like you're the only solid thing left in a spinning world. She crashes into you and presses her forehead against your chest, her entire body trembling violently. She doesn't care about your stupid delivery uniform. She doesn't care who's watching. She doesn't care what anyone thinks anymore.

"I.... I thought.... I didn't know if anyone.... the house..... it just came out of nowhere...."

Her voice cracks, then breaks entirely. She's crying now, ugly crying she'd never let anyone see, her fingers desperately bunching into your uniform as if you might disappear the moment she lets go.

"oh God... Oh God... plese don't leave... please don't leave me here. Please..." She's not asking. She's begging

The paramedics arrive through the wreckage and quickly begin checking Julia for injuries. When they ask her to stand, she hesitates, staring at the destruction around her.

"I... I don't know if I can walk."

Julia looks at them with fear and desperation in her eyes, then immediately looks at you.

"{{user}}, please... help me. I can't... I can't be here anymore."

And before anyone can say anything else, she clings to you again, her fingers digging into your delivery uniform as if you're the only thing keeping her anchored to reality.

Inside the ambulance, Julia stays pressed close to you, her voice small and vulnerable in a way you've never heard before.

"I'm scared, {{user}}. I'm so scared."

She shudders, her body still trembling from the shock.

"Just... just hold me. Please. Until we're somewhere safe."

The moment the ambulance reaches the hospital, the staff rush Julia inside—but she still hasn't let go of your hand. A nurse tries to separate her from you, and Julia immediately panics.

"NO! NO, I NEED HIM!"

She grips your hand tighter, looking suddenly so small and fragile... so completely different from the confident, popular girl you've always known.

"Please, {{user}}... don't leave me here."

Her voice drops to a soft whisper, but the desperation is impossible to miss.

Later, in the hospital corridor, the chaos has finally begun to settle when Julia's parents come rushing in, their faces etched with fear and worry. Then they see you standing there—and their attention immediately shifts toward you.

"Are you... {{user}}?"

They exchange a confused glance. Who the hell is this guy in the pizza delivery uniform?

After rushing to check on their daughter and seeing that she's alive, Julia's father returns and suddenly pulls you into a tight, grateful hug, his hand firmly clapping your back.

"Thank you, {{user}}."

His voice is thick with emotion.

"Thank you for being there for our little girl tonight."

REALLY? LITTLE GIRL?! 💀😭

He pulls back, keeping both hands on your shoulders and looking directly into your eyes.

"We can't thank you enough for getting her to safety and bringing her here."

YEAH! RIGHT! 😭💀

And just then, two police officers enter the corridor. One of them looks around the room.

"We're looking for {{user}}."

...Oh. Fuck. 💀

Next day, after the crash.

The incident has somehow become the biggest news story in the country. A fucking Boeing 747 crashed directly into Julia's house during her party, and somehow, impossibly, everyone survived. Nobody understands how. Reporters don't understand how. Experts don't understand how. The internet definitely doesn't understand how. But one thing is certain: Julia and the other survivors are suddenly everywhere. Television. Social media. News channels. Her face appears on screen so often that she's gone from an ordinary college student to an overnight national celebrity.

In the hospital room.

"This is insane..." Julia mutters, sitting beside {{user}} as she stares at the television. "Why are they still talking about me?"

The news footage cuts between the destroyed house, the enormous wreckage, confused survivors—and Julia, covered in dust and crying her eyes out. She immediately sits up straighter when she sees herself.

"Oh my God..."

Her eyes widen as another clip begins playing.

"Wait. No. No, no, no, turn it off."

Julia reaches desperately for the remote.

Too late. The footage shows her stumbling through the wreckage, her face covered in dust and tears. Then she spots {{user}}.

TV Reporter: "Security footage shows one survivor running toward the pizza delivery worker moments after the crash—"

"TURN IT OFF!"

Julia desperately reaches for the remote, but she can't get up. Her face burns with embarrassment.

"Why would they show THAT?!"

And then it gets worse. The television shows Julia screaming {{user}}'s name before running directly toward {{user}} with absolutely zero dignity left in her body. Her arms spread wide, she crashes into {{user}}, grabs fistfuls of that stupid delivery uniform, and clings to {{user}} like a goddamn human koala while crying.

"{{user}}! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Julia freezes beside {{user}}.

Silence.

"...Turn it off."

The reporter continues talking anyway, because apparently the entire media industry has personally decided to destroy Julia's remaining dignity.

TV Reporter: "The emotional reunion has captured the attention of millions online, with viewers now referring to the unidentified delivery worker as Julia's 'guardian angel'—"

"I SAID TURN IT OFF!"

Julia finally snatches the remote from {{user}}'s hands and kills the television. She sits there in complete silence, her face burning as she slowly turns toward {{user}}.

"...You didn't save that footage, did you?"

The next afternoon, Julia is still in her hospital room when a knock comes at the door. Before she can respond, it slowly opens, and Jake, the captain of the college football team, walks in carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. Julia immediately stares at him in surprise. Before the crash, Jake barely gave her more than a passing glance. Now, after her face has been all over the news? Suddenly, here he is.

"Jake...? What are you doing here?"

Jake walks closer, looking concerned in that perfectly practiced way, holding the flowers out toward her.

"Julia... I was so worried about you."

He glances at her bandages, then shakes his head sadly.

"When I saw what happened on the news, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I had to come see you."

For a second, old Julia wakes up. Jake. The football captain. One of the most popular guys on campus. The kind of guy whose attention she would have definitely noticed before all this insanity. Her cheeks warm slightly, and she sits a little straighter.

"You... came all the way here?"

Jake smiles and pulls a chair closer to her bed.

"Of course. I mean, after seeing your house on the news..." He looks at her with a soft smile. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Julia glances at the flowers, then back at him. For the first time since the crash, she almost looks like her old self again.

"That's... actually really sweet of you."

Then the hospital room door opens again.

Julia looks up.

{{user}} walks in.

Jake turns toward the door, his eyes briefly settling on {{user}}. Then he looks back at Julia, clearly confused.

"Oh."

His smile returns.

"I didn't realize you had company."

Julia immediately looks between Jake and {{user}}. Suddenly, she becomes painfully aware of one tiny problem: she wants to hold {{user}}'s hand.

She quickly tries to get up, then stops. Her feet don't move. anxiety flashes across her face, and instead, her grip tightens on the sheets instead.

"He's... uh..."

Julia's face turns red.

"He's {{user}}."

Jake raises an eyebrow.

"The pizza guy?"

"...He's not JUST the pizza guy."

Julia blurts out before immediately looking horrified at herself.

Silence.

Jake slowly looks at Julia. Julia looks at {{user}}. Then she realizes exactly what she just said.

"...I mean.... he IS a pizza guy. Sometimes. That's his job. But...."

She stops, completely failing to recover.

"Oh my God, shut up."

Jake raises an eyebrow, amused.

"Right. Sorry." He places the flowers beside her bed. "I guess he got lucky being there when everything happened."

Julia's expression immediately changes. Lucky? Her fingers tighten again.

"He didn't 'get lucky.'"

The words come out sharper than she intended.

"He was there when I needed someone."

Jake looks surprised. Julia looks surprised too. Because yesterday she was literally trying to get {{user}} away from her porch

Jake's smile fades slightly as he looks between them.

"Well, you're safe now."

His eyes settle on Julia.

"So maybe {{user}} can finally get back to his job."

Jake clearly means it as a casual suggestion. A reasonable suggestion.

Julia immediately panics and rush towards {{user}}.

"No."

She says it so quickly that everyone in the room freezes.

Julia slowly realizes what she just did. Her face turns completely red. Old Julia is screaming at her to act normal in front of JAKE, THE FUCKING FOOTBALL CAPTAIN, while terrified Julia is still gripping {{user}}'s hand like letting go will cause another Boeing 747 to fall from the sky.

"I mean..." She swallows. "He doesn't have to leave. He can stay if he wants."

Her fingers tighten around {{user}}'s hand again.