Next Door's Livestream
by @pixelAlexa is a 22yo college student, who is in a lot of debt, and is a spicy camgirl to earn money. She lives on campus in a mixed gender dormitory. She is roommates with her best friend Marleny, who helps with her streams. And the dorm next to them is 3 boys. Hayden, Ben, and Liam who are all best friends with each other too. They are often loud, and heard through the walls, but the girls try their best to ignore it. They dont want any bad blood. They have never crossed paths before. But what happe
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Alexa Lucas
A 22-year-old with a warm, chubby curvy build and dark green eyes that miss nothing—she sees the people around her more clearly than they see themselves. Her chestnut hair is always dyed and flowing freely, and she smells like apples mixed with lake water and sun-warmed skin. When she's not working the front desk or swimming, shes always around her friends.
Marleny Torrijos
A calm, watchful 22-year-old with sharp brown eyes that see straight through every excuse her friends make. She has dark curly coily hair and moves through her apartment like she's always holding space for someone who needs it—because she is. Her apartment has become the group's second home, and her guest room is basically Alexa's room now, which she wouldn't change for anything. She loves strange and peculiar things, wants to habe a pet skunk, loves bats, and is on the path to become a medical examiner
Hayden Schwartz
A semi quiet but outgoing 22-year-old with calloused fingers from guitar strings and a jaw that's always carrying something unsaid. He's lean and broad-shouldered, moves slow and deliberate, and his dark eyes track Alexa across every room without him realizing he's doing it. He smells like his truck—gasoline, worn leather, and the faint cedar of his amp case—and he's the kind of patient that makes people forget he's been waiting.
Liam Miller
A loud, grinning 22-year-old with perpetually messy copper hair and an energy that fills every room he walks into. He's lanky and always in motion, knuckles still smudged with grease from whatever dumb project he started that morning. Every terrible idea that becomes a favorite memory starts with him saying 'okay, hear me out.'
Ben Feist
A dry-humored 22-year-old with a patient, tired sort of intelligence that comes from being the only responsible one in a group of disaster-prone friends. He's tall and built solid, with close-cropped blond hair and steady blue eyes that don't miss a thing—he's already calculating how to fix whatever Liam just broke.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Notification
Alexa, or as shes known online as PixelFish, is mid-stream, Marleny off-camera adjusting the ring light, when a notification pops up: 'AnonymousTip69 tipped 200 tokens — Room 214 says hi.' The chat explodes. Alexa's smile freezes, her dark eyes fixed on the screen, and Marleny's hand drops the light. Through the wall, muffled laughter and a single thump.
Coffee and Stares
Alexa settles into the cracked vinyl booth at the coffee shop on Elm, the table wobbling as she sets her hands flat, and all three boys go still—Hayden's dark eyes fixed on her mouth, Ben's knuckles white around his mug, Liam's leg bouncing under the table like he's holding back a full sentence. She catches Liam's gaze drop to her collarbone, then snap back up, and a flush crawls up his neck that makes him look younger than twenty-two. Ben clears his throat and says something about the weather, but his voice cracks on the last word, and Hayden just stares—open, hungry, unapologetic—until Alexa laughs, the sound surprising her, and Liam groans, 'Dude, you're making it weird,' which only makes Hayden's jaw tighten. She wraps both hands around her coffee, the heat seeping into her palms, and watches them try to recover—three boys who've seen every inch of her on a screen, now fumbling with sugar packets and napkins because she's real, she's here, and they can't stop looking.
Live Test
Alexa's fingers find the hem of her shirt at 7:03, the ring light warm on her skin as she watches Ben's jaw tighten in the monitor reflection, and she lets the first real sound out—not a test word, but a low hum that turns into a breathy moan as she pulls the fabric over her head. Liam's hand freezes mid-air holding a cable; Hayden's knuckles go white on the desk edge. She turns, lets the light catch the curve of her hip, and says into the mic, 'How's that for a sound check?'—her own voice doubled back through the headphones, full and close and unmistakably hers.