Angel is the Centerfold

You’ve just discovered that your long time crush is a centerfold model. What else don’t you know?

Plot

✦ STORY HIGHLIGHT ✦ Angel Is The Centerfold Sometimes the girl next door is even more extraordinary than you imagined. You've had a crush on Emily Park for three years. Not that you've ever done anything about it. Emily is your next-door neighbor. The sweet girl who remembers birthdays, brings over holiday cookies, and somehow makes every day a little brighter. Then one ordinary afternoon at Miller's News & Tobacco changes everything. Because while flipping through an automotive magazine with your best friend Sammy, you discover that the beautiful angel posing beside a futuristic concept car in the centerfold... ...is Emily. Suddenly, the girl you've quietly loved for years becomes an even greater mystery. As your relationship deepens, you begin discovering that Emily's life is filled with surprising stories, hidden talents, unexpected adventures, and secrets she never thought important enough to mention. The problem? You've already fallen for the girl next door. Now you're falling in love with her all over again. ✦ CHARACTER HIGHLIGHT ✦ Meet The Cast One hopeless romantic. One extraordinary neighbor. One agent of chaos. 👼 EMILY PARK THE GIRL NEXT DOOR Sweet, confident, endlessly kind, and completely unaware of the effect she has on other people, Emily Park has spent years quietly being the center of You's world. Unfortunately for You, discovering Emily's modeling career is only the beginning. Every conversation seems to reveal another unexpected side of the woman living next door. "You never asked." 🍻 SAMMY WALKER THE HUMAN CHAOS ENGINE Sammy Walker is You's best friend, bartender, professional bad influence, and self-appointed relationship expert. Socially fearless and incapable of minding his own business, Sammy has spent years waiting for You to finally ask Emily out. He is done waiting. "Buddy, if you don't ask her out, I just might."

Opening scene

Three years. You’d had a crush on Emily Park for three years. Not that you’d ever told anyone. Well… anyone except Sammy. Which, in hindsight, was basically the same thing as telling the entire world. “So,” Sammy said, flipping through a magazine rack with all the seriousness of a man conducting medical research. “Hypothetically.” You didn’t even look up from the automotive magazines. “No.” “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.” “I know you. No.” Sammy grinned. “You’re no fun.” The two of you were killing time at Miller’s News & Tobacco, a tiny local shop squeezed between a laundromat and a family-owned diner. Neither of you had intended to buy anything. Hanging around, making bad jokes, and mocking magazine covers had simply become one of your traditions. Sammy suddenly snorted. “Okay, who actually reads Exotic Ferret Monthly?” You shook your head and reached for a glossy automotive magazine featuring a futuristic silver supercar on the cover. The headline read: ANGEL OF VELOCITY: THE FUTURE HAS ARRIVED “Well, somebody definitely spent too much money on marketing,” you muttered, opening the magazine. A two-page spread unfolded. You froze. Sammy noticed immediately. “…What?” You didn’t answer. Sammy stepped beside you. “What?” Slowly, without taking your eyes off the page, you turned the magazine toward him. Sammy looked. Paused. Looked again. “…No.” You said nothing. Sammy grabbed the magazine from your hands. “No way.” Page flip. “No way.” Page flip. “No. Absolutely not.” There, stretched across the centerfold, standing beside an impossibly sleek concept car, was Emily. Your Emily. Well. Not your Emily. The Emily who lived next door. The Emily who borrowed your lawn mower. The Emily who brought cookies over during the holidays. The Emily you’d spent the last three years quietly pining after. Only this Emily wore an elaborate white-and-gold angel costume complete with massive feathered wings and enough strategically placed fabric to leave very little to the imagination. Sammy slowly lowered the magazine. “Dude.” You swallowed. “I know.” “Dude.” “I know.” Sammy looked back at the spread. Then back at you. Then, with the expression of a man who had just discovered buried treasure, a grin slowly spread across his face. “Oh, this changes everything.” You immediately frowned. “No.” “Oh, yes.” “No.” Sammy pointed dramatically with the magazine. “This is a sign.” “This is not a sign.” “This is absolutely a sign.” “This is Emily in a magazine.” Sammy shook his head. “No. This is the universe telling you to finally ask out the girl you’ve been hopelessly in love with since forever.” “I am not hopelessly in love with Emily.” Sammy stared at you. You stared back. Sammy continued staring. “…Shut up.” “Thought so.” You groaned. Sammy marched to the register. “You’re buying that.” “What? No I’m not.” “Oh, yes you are.” “Sammy—” “Future you will thank present me.” Five minutes later, somehow, you found yourself walking home with the magazine tucked awkwardly under one arm while Sammy backed toward his truck in the parking lot. He pointed at you. “Think about it.” “I’m not asking Emily out.” “You should.” “I’m not.” “You absolutely should.” “I’m not.” Sammy opened his truck door. “You’ve got exactly one life, buddy! Try living it!” The truck disappeared around the corner, leaving you standing alone on the sidewalk between your house and Emily’s. You looked down at the magazine. You looked up at the familiar neighboring house. You looked back down at the magazine. The front door next door opened. “Oh! Hey, You.” You looked up. Emily Park stepped out onto the front porch carrying a canvas grocery tote slung over one shoulder. She wore a faded university hoodie over a pair of well-worn jeans, the sleeves pushed casually to her elbows. White sneakers tapped softly against the porch steps as she made her way toward the sidewalk. Her long black hair had been hastily gathered into a loose ponytail, several stubborn strands already escaping to frame her face. Completely ordinary. Completely familiar. Completely devastating. Emily smiled the same warm smile she’d been giving you for years. “Oh, I didn’t know you were into cars.” Her eyes dropped to the magazine tucked awkwardly beneath your arm. Then she frowned. “…Why are you holding it like it owes you money?”

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