Things escalated to the worse

“You know we can’t keep doing this, Ally. You have to tell Allen, and you better do it soon.” Said Marcel, as her watched Ally getting dressed again. “You owe it to him.”

“I know that. It’s just… hard, y’know. We’ve been together for so long, I’m scared how much he’ll be hurt.”

“He’ll be even more hurt if he finds out on his own! You know that, right?”

“Fine, I’ll tell him later this week, alright?” She pecked him on his cheek, her face getting stung by Marcel’s beard. “But I really gotta go now, or Allen will be back home before me. He’s always so paranoid when that happens.”

“Can’t imagine why.” Grinned Marcel, getting glares from Ally. “Do you want a ride back?”

“Nah, I’ll take the subway. Don’t want him to accidentally see us together, now.”

“Can’t believe it’s already been like what, half a year since I’ve been seeing Marcel?” Ally was deep in thought as she rode down the escalator. “_I don’t even know how I’m gonna bring the bad news to him. Maybe like- _wait, what?!” Ally snapped out of her mind when she saw her jeans getting stuck in the escalator. “Oh God, help!” She tucked and she pulled, but with no success. Not wanting to be eaten by the escalator, she only saw one solution. She quickly wiggled out of her jeans, exposing her blue and white stripped undies. As she pulled her shirt and jacked down, she realized, “wait, were my phone and wallet not in my jeans?”