My Beautiful Girlfriend

Hello all! Welcome to my first ever story on CHYOA! I don't know if anyone will actually read this story, but if you do, I humbly thank you for your time.

My hope is that this story becomes a long, fleshed out narrative, where your choices lead you down alternate paths that are just as long and fleshed out. I want the quality of every chapter to be around the same.

I apologize for my extended absence from this story. Life has been busy, other responsibilities, blah blah blah. I will try to be more active in the future, but unfortunately no promises. Because of this, I will now let any CHYOA user add chapters.

I have changed the story mode to Public, meaning anyone can add chapters now. I'll still try to look over every chapter to make sure they are high quality. If I don't think the chapter is good, I'll try to make some suggestions that I think would help improve the quality. Chapters that are lengthy, well-written, and of high quality (good grammar/spelling/ideas) are much more likely to be kept than those that aren't.

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Thanks again for reading! I hope to be back soon :)

As the plane lands, I turn off Airplane mode, excited to text my girlfriend Riley that I was finally there.

“Plane just landed! So excited to see you my love <3” I send to her, staring eagerly at my phone as I wait for her response. Normally she replies pretty quickly, and after being long distance for the last couple of months I was sure she was just as excited for my arrival as I was. She doesn’t text back though, which honestly bothers me slightly, but as I finally make my way off of the plane, I try to shake it off.

Fuck, she’s my ride though. How am I gonna get to her place? I think to myself. She’d moved to the big city for school, a place I’d never felt super comfortable in. As I slowly walk through the crowded airport I give her a call, hoping she just didn’t see my text. It rings a few times, but eventually there is no answer. I call again, starting to panic a little. The phone rings once and then cuts straight to voicemail.

Shocked, I stare at my phone, as if it would magically make her pick up. This isn’t like her at all. I walk to the airport exit and call a few more times, each call going straight to voicemail. Maybe she’s napping I think to myself. Yea that’s probably it.

Eventually I give up on trying to reach her and decide just to take an Uber. The cost is ridiculous, over $70 for the cheapest option, but I don’t really have any other choice. I sit on a bench and wait for my Uber, letting Riley know that I’d be there soon. After 20 minutes the Uber finally pulls up, a big black SUV with an equally big (and equally black) man sitting in the driver’s seat. I open the back door and throw my bags in, following them into the back seat and closing the door behind me.

“Cooper, right?” I hear the driver say in a gruff, unenthusiastic voice.

“Yep, that’s me,” I reply, not really looking for conversation right now. I flinch as he reaches his hand back, worried for a split second that maybe this wasn’t my Uber. But then I notice the piece of fabric in his hand. It is black and silky-looking, similar to but smaller than a belt. I hesitantly reach my hand forwards to grab it.

“Thanks, I guess…” I say in a confused tone as I pull the smooth piece of fabric through my fingers. The driver snorts.

“It’s not from me dumbass, it’s from your wife. She wants you to put it on.” Immediately thoughts start flooding into my brain. My wife? Does he mean Riley? How would he know her? And why would she know him? What the fuck is going on?

As these thoughts and more race through my head, I feel my phone buzz. Riley’s finally texted me back. “It’s a blindfold goofy. Put it on and make it tight. Unless you want to spoil your surprise…” is all the text read. Now I’m even more confused. Surprise? This is why she couldn’t pick me up?