Oh.... Oooooh!!!

I can't remember closing my eyes. I can't remember falling asleep. I can't remember.

A  rumble is on the breach of waking me. It's soft, warm, and comforting, like a hug. Where am I? Another light rumble rocks me like a gentle breeze through branches.

I come to for a split second, just to roll over and try and wrap my arm around something plush. It's too big for me to give a hug too, but it doesn't matter, I'm dozing off again.

A millisecond later there's an uncomfortable yelp and I wake up. It's dark with a slit of light above my head. I get on my stomach and try to go back to sleep.

Another rumble won't let me though. It's starting to sound like a voice to me. I groan, guessing of what will be coming soon.

The rumbling is heavier now. "She's waking up."

I release a distasteful huff and open my eyes. Still dark. If it were silent that'd be great.

The darkness is driven away when the small slit of light widens into a gap. The rays seeping in make it hard for me to soak in the darkness. Something nudges my head and annoyance kicks in.

"Could you not!" I growl, trying my best to sink back into the soft spot I've made for myself.

I can feel the eye roll coming from Samantha. "You've been asleep for at least two and a half hours, Caesar. It's time to get up."

There's an off-handed snort from someone else. Ashley.

"Is she being difficult?' Ashley asks mischievously.

Samantha sighs. "You have no idea."

Ashley giggles which make it all the more hard for me to fall back asleep. I'm in a comfortable spot, just let me sleep!

Samantha nudges me again. "Come on, Caesar."

"No," I groan. "It's nice and soft here!"

Ashley bursts into laughter after hearing my comment. Samantha struggles to tell her friend to knock it off. All of this noise is making it impossible for me to fall back asleep.

"That's it!" Samantha announces. I lift my head to see fingers coming towards me. "You're coming out whether you like it or not!"

The fingers pinch the back of my shirt and I'm dragged out. I wince when the bright light hits my face. An urge to curl up in a ball and ignore everything has never hit me so hard.

I'm placed on an open palm. I quickly roll myself up into a ball and press my face against Samantha's palm, trying my best to hide from the light. Samantha, though, is not having it.

She wiggles her index finger in to break the ball I've curled up into. I groan, displeased and try to roll back into it, but Samantha presses her finger against my gut. I glare at her, but the sour mood dissipates when a soft smile on Samantha's face appears. I smile back.

"Wow." Ashley interrupts us. We both turn to her. She has this smug look on her face. "You two should just kiss already."

Samantha blushes and I proceed to make it worse for her. "She's already kissed me," I say. I don't know why I said that it was a spur of the moment I guess

"Caesar!" Samnaht yelps while Ashley looks on in bafflement.

"Really?" she asks.

Samantha tries to hide her face behind a hand but it's no use. The damage has been done.

"I didn't think you had an actual crush on her," Ashley says without thought.

"ASHLEY!!" Samantha yelps even louder.

She drops me on a cushy surface and jumps off her bed to shove Ashley out of her room that I just now realized we're in. She slams the door in her best friend's face and presses her back against the door to keep it from opening.

A few short, embarrassing, breaths later, Samantha gets up from the door and sits backs on the bed. Her head is hanging low in shame.

"I..." Her voice cracks. "I wanted to tell you... how I felt about you when I was ready to, but..."

The pain I hear in her tone is like daggers in my back, stabbing me through the heart, over and over again. Why do I feel this way? What is it that makes me feel all soft and sad for the girl?

"I'm ready to give my love to you, but I don't know if I'm ready to give you my heart," Samantha says softly. She's gripping the sheets tightly, scared to open up.

I walk up and sit down next to the giant teenager, close enough to talk to her and far enough not to fall into the ditch that Samantha is making. I can see the tears form in her eyes. What am I supposed to do? Do I sit and wait until she opens up or do I make the first move? From what it looks like, I'll have to make the first move.

"You can still wait," I say. "I'm willing to if you need me to."

She looks down at me, her lips curled into a sad frown. Samantha uses a sleeve to wipe the tears away. "I don't want you to wait. I want to tell you now. I know how I feel about you, but I'm afraid."

I tilt my head to the side. "What are you afraid of?" Maybe I'm not picking up on something or I'm over thinking it. If Samantha tells me straight forward and upfront then it's a sign of her opening up to me.

"Rejection. Our relationship as friends." She mutters clutching the sheets even tighter. "I'm afraid you'll shut me out because I..." She stops just short of saying I love you. "Every time I open up, people shut me out and I don't want that to happen between us. It'll hard for both us since you live with me. I don't want to take you back."

"That won't happen though," I say gently. "I'm willing to wait for you and even if the caring and affectionate side comes from you mostly, I care about you too, but I don't know how to show it since I'm so small and I can only do so much."

The look on Samantha's face morphs again, this time in a happier expression. She scoops me gently with both of her hands and brings me close to her face. "That's all I need." She whispers before brings me closer and nuzzling her nose into my stomach.

I feel all warm and mushy on the inside. This must be what loving someone feels like. It's weird.

I try to hug her back to show that I'm doing my best with what I have. Some kind of guilt forms from being so small and unable to show how much I truly care about Samantha, the one person who gave me a chance besides James. She cares and shows so much love and affection. How can I compete with that when I'm at a huge disadvantage? Literally!

"You are just a big softy." Samantha comments, her fingers stroking my back.

I sink into her touch. "Only for you."

Sam releases an airy giggle before pulling me away. "I'm glad to have someone as amazing as you, Caesar."

"The same goes for you, Sam," I respond. "I'm glad you got me before anyone else did even if I was a complete ass when we first met. I'm sorry for acting like that by the way. The apology is late, but it's better late than never."

"I suppose," Samantha says casually. "You're lucky you're so cute." She pokes my nose.

Her saying cute makes my heart flutter and my cheeks become a light shade of pink.

"You're even cuter when you blush too!" She squeals.

I frown, but secretly I like making Samantha feel happy even if it's at my expense. It's something she's lacking from her family.

A knock on Samantha's bedroom door snaps us both out of our little moment together. "I'm still here, guys."

Samantha winces realizing that she locks Ashley out of her room and for good reason. "Oops."

"Can I come back in now?"

"One sec!" Samantha answers.

She brings me in close again and kisses me on the cheek. A light peck if I'm going to be specific.

"Coming," Samantha announces and she gets up and strides across the room to open the door. I hold onto her thumb for dear life. I take back what I said about the pocket rides earlier. This is terrible.

Samantha lets Ashley back in, who looks half skeptical and half worried. "I'm going to come out and say it. I listened to the whole conversation and... I don't know if I fully approve of this." Hearing that from your best friend is probably the last thing Samantha wants to hear right now. Ashley then sighs heavily. "But if it makes my best friend happy then I'll try and be as supportive as I can. It'll just take some time to get used to it."

It seems that we both breathe a sigh of relief. It's good to hear that Ashley isn't against us and that she'll be supportive of us. I don't think it's the same-sex relationship. It's more of a tiny, giant thing. It is rare for a tiny and giant to fall in love and even more rare for the couple to be open about it.

"So you two are a thing now?" Ashley asks, wiggling her finger at us. "Like girlfriends?"

"Nope," I say. "Not... not yet, I don't think."

"Not entirely," Samantha says more specifically. "We've talked about it and situated ourselves to take the next step when we are ready."

Ashley nods understanding. "Okay, but you two are serious about being a couple."

Samantha and I nod in agreement.

The redhead leans down to my level. "You better treat her well or there will be major consequences. Got it."

"I'll treat her like a ginger flower," I say.

"Good." Ashley stands back up and smiles widely. "Are you guys ready for this epic sleepover!"

Wait, What? When did these two agree to have a sleepover!

Samantha must feel confusion radiating off of me and helps me ease things out. "We agreed to have a sleepover while you were sleeping in... while you were sleeping..."

"While you were taking a long ass nap in between Samantha's tits!" Ashley says smugly.

"ASHLEY!"