A point of view

I wake up feeling every part of my body aching, burning, sore, or broken. I groan and rub my eyes, it's dark. I let my eyes adjust to the dark and I gaze around the room trying to figure out where I am. It's definitely not where I fell asleep. This mattress is not as soft as Sam's breasts.

The mattress is my first clue and since it's my size I must be back in my room. I roll over and reach for the outline of the lamp, fiddling around to find the cord to pull on. The light flicks on and I wince when the warm sun color shines in my face.

I shield my eyes. "Damn."

Now my eyes adjust to the light. It is my room. The dresser and closet opposite of my bed is a dead giveaway. I throw the blankets off and slide my legs out of bed. Thank the gods Samantha put my crutches close so I can use them.

I stare at the crutches thoughtfully. How did she get them in my room? How did she get me in my room? Whatever. It doesn't matter right now. I don't want to think of any more questions. I need is a shower.

I reach over and pull the crutches over and under me. They're situated to fit under my arms without giving me any discomfort.

I hobble around the room, pulling clothes out of the dresser and closet than going to the bathroom and turning on the water. Entering the room is not as easy as I thought.

I accidentally smash my toe against the doorframe. A scream rips through my throat. "Son of a bitch!" And here I thought today would be a good day. "Shit, that hurt."

Blinking back the tears, I check on my smashed toe. It's red and pain pumps through the nerves. What sucks is that it's my only good foot but the pain would have been much worse if it were my broken leg.

Then common sense kicks in now that I'm awake. Why the hell am I trying to take a shower? I can't get my cast wet and I can't step into the tub without screwing something up. What am I supposed to do?

I grit my teeth, turning back around exiting the room just to sit back down on my bed and wait. Maybe Samantha wouldn't mind helping me with a shower or bath. I'm sure she wouldn't.

Again, my patience is tested as I wait for Samantha to wake up. Can I blame her though? Ashley probably kept her up all night not to mention the heart attack I gave her when I ran off. Talk about letting the girl be happy. All I seem to do is hurt her more than help her.

A sigh fills the room and I flop back on my bed. "There has to be something I can do."

Another big thing I need to think about is my own emotions and feelings towards the young giantness. She's sweet, kind, caring, careful, thoughtful, and not to mention downright hot. Cute might fit her personality better though.

I do like her and I have shown more than the basic feelings of friendship, but what can I do to show her that I care for her as much as she cares for me. Again, there is only so much I can do since I'm so small.

Maybe it'd be better for Samantha to fall for someone who can return her feelings in the fullest.

"No," I scold myself. "She's given you her feelings and you share those feelings for her. I mean, I already called her my girlfriend. That was one time so it doesn't count." Am I really talking to myself? "Yes." I groan slapping my forehead. "Idiot."

Why is it so hard being gay? Like, how long does it take for someone figure out if they are gay or not? Do they just kiss someone and say 'hmmm, not gay yet'. I've never been gay, but then again, everyone is gay or not gay. So you're only gay once. Right? Wait, what? On second thought, don't quote me on that.

"Caesar?" A loud whisper fills the air. "Are you awake?"

I grunt sitting up and hobbling over to the window. The window slides open and I poke my head to see Samantha in a baggy shirt and jean shorts that are above mid thigh. "Hey,"

She cracks a soft warm smile like when the sun rises. "Hey. Are you ready to get up?"

"Yeah. I need a shower though." I say.

For a second, I see her face glow bright red before she swallows her embarrassment with a heavy gulp. "Okay, I can help you with that after lunch."

I cock my head to the side. "Lunch?"

"Yeah, lunch." Samantha chirps. "You had a rough day so I decided to let you sleep in again."

"But you always let me sleep in." I point out.

"Well yes, but not this late. It's almost one."

No wonder I feel like a drag. Too much sleep kills my body. Yes, too much sleep is not good for you. Makes you more tired and gives you this annoying little headache. Like when taking too long of a nap.

"Alright... did Ashley leave?" I ask, leaning against the base frame with crossed arms.

Samantha shakes her head. "No, she's downstairs already eating."

"Okay," I cut myself off with a powerful yawn. There's no effort put into hiding it. "Let's... go."

The giantess raises a brow, curious to see if I'm ready. I don't pay attention to it and pull myself up to sit on the window's edge.

Samantha pinches my sides between her thumb and two fingers. "Watch yourself."  She slowly pulls me out of the window. I help by letting her do all the heavy lifting with the exception of staying as stiff as possible.

Samantha slides me out and on to her other palm. She then reaches in and plucks the crutches out of my room and slips them in her pocket.

"Any requests?" She asks with a special twinkle in her eyes. "I can try to make your trip downstairs more comfortable."

"That'd be nice," I respond, letting myself sprawl across Samantha's open palm.

I inhale through my nose, close my eyes, and exhale with a relaxed sigh. Hopefully, today won't be as tiring as yesterday. I don't want to burn all my energy again and crash.

Something hefty presses down on my gut causing me to pop up, eyes opening wide. I wrap my arms around my gut and look up at Samantha who is failing to hide a giggle.

"S...sorry." She apologizes between small bursts of giggles. "I didn't think you would pop up like a jack in the box."

I'm too tired to care and lay back down, closing my eyes again. The squishy palm is like a mattress, but it's alive and warm. I like it.

A squishy skin surface taps my face. Samantha pokes me with her finger to get another reaction out of me. I flinch but don't pay attention to it. The finger pokes me again, this time releasing a groan. I roll over to my side, trying to ignore the poking. It doesn't work though.

The finger comes back, this time I wrap my arms around the digit and pull it close to my chest and body. Maybe Samantha will leave me alone now.

"Someone's a little clingy this morning." I can hear the smirk in Samantha's tone. "Did you miss sleeping with me last night?"

"No," I responded bluntly. "I didn't."

"Oh..."

Nice job showing Samantha some affection, Caesar. Round of applause.

I open my eyes and look up at the giantess. "Can... Can I take that back?" I ask shyly.

Samantha thinks. "Hmm, I don't know..."

"Come on, I feel bad for saying it." I plead. "The other night was nice, I promise."

"Calm down, Caesar. It's okay, I'm joking." Samantha says with reassurance. "But if it makes you feel better, you can take back your rude comment."

I sigh, relieved. "Thanks."

We walk down the steps and meet Ashley in the kitchen. She eating a bowl of mac and cheese. When she notices us out of the corner of her eye, she waves. "Is little miss grump up and ready to go?"

I prop myself up with my hands and look at the two with curiosity. "Where are we going?"

Samantha winces, scratching the back of her head. "Yeah, about the amusement park, Ashley. I can't go. With Caesar's injuries, I'm worried about leaving her here by herself. I... I'm sorry."

Ashley shrugs with a sly side smile on her lips. "It's fine, Samantha. I planned for something like this to happen, so that's why I have a back-up plan."

Samantha leans on one leg, putting her hand on her hip. "Is this a good back-up plan or a bad one?"

"It's a good one. I'm going over to Bruce's house so both of us can go to the park."

"Are you going to ask him out?" Samantha prods with sliness.

Ashley smiles widely, snapping off some finger guns. "I better go before he ditches me." She dodges the question by leaving the kitchen as quickly as she can. "Love you!"

Samantha shakes her head with a smile on her face. "Love you, too. Drive safe!" friends always say 'I love you' when they leave.

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

Something isn't right about that whole situation. Like something is missing. "She didn't bring any clothes did she?"

Samantha shakes her head. "No, but we're close to the same size so I let her borrow some of my clothes."

My face scrunches up. "Do you two share bras, because there is no way you two are the same size."

"No," Samantha yelps, red in the cheeks. "And stop staring at my best friend. That's weird."

"Star... I wasn't staring!" I object. "I... I wasn't staring!" Was I? I was only making an observation of their different sizes. Nothing else.

"You're a hopeless lesbian." Samantha sighs.

"It's better than being a bumbling, blushing bi all the time." I shoot back.

"You... you can't... Grah!" Yes, trump card! Super effective! "You're lucky you're so cute, Caesar or I would have-"

"Shut me up?"

She cocks a brow. "Do you want me to?"

I smirk like the devil. "I'd like to see you-Woah!"

In the snap of a finger, I'm zipped up to Samantha's face, eye level with red lush lips. Those lips come at me quickly. In a blink of an eye, my face is smooshed against those red lips.

It feels a crack of thunder broke through the air and I was struck by lightning. The kiss is beyond electrifying, it's heart-stopping. But once lightning strikes it disappears and that's what happened.

Samantha pulls away, flushed and emotional. "I Uh... I didn't mean to force myself on you! I thought it'd be cute... like when the couple argue then... then one kisses the other!"

I stare at her blankly, doing my best to gets gears in my head working again. All I'm able to process though is a breathless 'Yes.'

The giantess blinks. "W-What did you say?"

I shake myself out of the trance, gods I hope I'm not drooling, and quickly reply. "Uh, Yes! Yes. I said yes."

"And what does that mean?"

"Yes," Caesar, you idiot!