Poor girl

Okay, maybe scaredy-cat is an understatement for Samantha, the girl is literally terrified of everything. Every little noise, little squeak, little motion, the girl yelps, sinks into her chair and covers her face with her hand to keep the baddies away. The one thing she hasn't done is squeeze me to death which surprises me.

The graphics in this movie is too gory for my taste, especially when the monster stomps on a rat and pops it like a grape. It makes me squirm and leaves me feeling queasy. It reminds me of how easy anyone can do the same thing to me. Besides that, the movie is pretty good. Samantha wouldn't agree with me on that either.

"I'll give that movie a six out of ten because half  of the characters were killed off just to make the movie more entertaining," Ashley says.

Bruce doesn't agree with her though. "I think the movie deserves more praise than just a six. It's more like an eight in my opinion."

Ashley looks at her boyfriend like 'how the hell did you come up with that number' as if he were completely wrong. Like two plus two equals five or something.

"That movie has some okay character development and the monster was awesome looking, the setting was cool, but besides that, everything was off to me." Ashley explains her point.

"Oh, heck to the no!"

Bruce and Ashley go back and forth on their own opinions about the movie while Samantha shakes in fear, still hugging the bucket of popcorn while walking slowly behind her friends.

"I hate that movie so much," she mutters under her breath. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep at night."

I snort at Samantha's expense. "Oh, come off your fear already. The movie isn't even real."

"The creators sure made it look real," Samantha grumbles.

Ashley comes up to the two of us. "Hey, Bruce and I are gonna go. The double date was a good idea, Samantha, We'll see you guys tomorrow."

"W-wait!" Samantha panics and grabs her best friend's hand. "Can you stay? Just for tonight."

A twinge of jealousy sparks inside me. Watching Samantha beg her best friend to stay the night doesn't sit well with me. Why does she need Ashley when I'm right here ready to help?

Ashley rolls her eyes. "You're such a baby, Samantha, but I'll stay."

Hearing Ashley agree to spend the night is music to Samantha's ear, but to me, it's old slasher music playing my head.

Ashley kisses Bruce on the cheek, thanks him for the wonderful date and waves goodbye to him. Bruce isn't ready to leave things like that and pulls Ashley back in and kisses her on the lips.

Samantha and I awkwardly stare at the couple as they make out in front of us. Something envious brews inside me while watching. A feeling of resentment towards the couple.

The two finally pull away but I swear they were about to start kissing again if Samantha didn't interrupt them with an awkward cough. "So... are we ready?"

The two split now, realizing that they are being watched. Bruce chuckles sheepishly before pecking Ashley on the cheek and walks away.

"Uh, yeah I'm ready."

"Great," I grumble, unhappy and uncomfortable with Ashley and Bruce being all lovey dovy. "Let's get going."

Ashley presses her lips together ready to say something snarky but she says nothing.

"Did Bruce drive?" Samantha asks Ashley as we walk back to the car.

Ashley, smiling softly. "Yeah, he did."

Samantha and Ashley get in the car. Samantha passes me off to Ashley so she doesn't have to worry about me getting hurt. I'm set Ashley's lap, she has a hand wrapped around me.

"First date, Caesar, give me a rating from one to ten," Ashley says.

I'm not in the mood to humor Ashley right now and I'm not telling her how my first date went. I feel like it's an obligation give your first date a perfect score, but I'm an honest person and this could have gone a lot better if we didn't watch a horror movie so Samantha wouldn't ask Ashley to stay the night. I could definitely live without that.

"Do I have to?" I groan.

"I think the date went well, besides the heart-attack you guys put me through," Samantha grumbles that last bit as she takes a turn.

Ashley snickers. "The best part was watching you freak out the entire time. Don't you think, Caesar?"

"No," I responded bluntly. "It wasn't."

The scary movie is the whole reason we're in this mess.

Ashley's brows pinch together. "Why are you in such a bad mood?"

"Probably because it's past her bedtime," Samantha says casually. "It is eleven forty-five."

"You have a bedtime? Hah! That's hilarious!" Ashley laughs which makes me all the more annoyed. "Why do you have a bedtime?"

"Because she likes to sleep in until one and she's grumpy when I wake her up so early," Samantha explains.

I groan with a fiery blush on my face. "Way to embarrass me, Samantha."

"She asked." Samantha threw a hand up.

"Ashley, you asked about what it feels like being a bra all day. Why don't I answer that question right now."

"Caesar, you're walking on thin ice," Samantha growls. She's made it clear she's not in the mood to humor the question.

I can guess what the consequences are and their not as bad as you think. "For starters it's cramped."

"Caesar!!" Samantha yells. Ashley, though, laughs her head off like a cackling witch.

"My gods, I would think so!"

I myself think it's funny as well. "It's hard to move around sometimes."

"Oh, I bet!"

Ashley and I giggle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Samantha who stares at me with a scowl on her lips, but I also see a glimpse pain her eyes.

"What else?"

I come to my senses and drop the teasing question. "I'll... tell you later." Once again, I was senseless enough to forget about Samantha's insecurity. Gods, I'm so fucking stupid!

Samantha climbs out of the car stomps inside. Ashley and I look at each other before the giantess climbs out of the car and follows after her friend. She too realizes she hurt her friend's feelings.

"Samantha, come on. Caesar and I were just joking around. It's just a dumb little question." Ashley tries to explain herself as she reaches for Samantha's shoulder and turns her around. "You're overreacting."

Samantha stares at her friend. "You're being rude, Ashley. I told you I'd rather not see the movie, then you question Caesar about sensitive stuff and then you two poke and prod at my insecurity."

Ashley presses her lips into a thin line. She wants to say what's on her mind, but instead, she apologizes for being rude and careless. Hearing the apology softens Samantha up and she apologizes for overreacting as well.

"We're best friends anyway," Samantha says timidly. "So I guess it doesn't matter if Caesar tells you. You already know my size anyway."

I'm taken back by Samantha's confession. "Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. She knows like... your... you know."

Ashley rolls her eyes at my shyness. "Yes, I know Samantha's bra size and her panty size and she knows mine."

My face flushes at the simple talk of bras and panties. "Why?!" I squeak.

"So we can get each other underwear whenever one of us is out of town and thinks the other will like it," Samantha explains nonchalantly. "It's a best friend thing."

I pinch my brows together, trying to figure everything out. "Is that... is that a normal thing for best friends to do?" If it is, then Mai and I have been doing this all wrong.

Ashley nods. "Yeah, actually Samantha and I have matching lobster boxers."

"Oh, yeah! I remember you bought those for me while you were up in Boston for the summer a couple of years ago!" Samantha smiles fondly. "I still have them too!"

How does this friendship work at all? One minute Samantha's upset then she's all chill about talking about her underwear. Like what!

"So do you forgive me?" Ashley asks. She already knows the answer since there's a beaming smile on her face.

"Of course I do silly," Samantha responds with her own smile. "Now, can I have my girlfriend back or are you guys going to be bonding over protecting me tonight?"

"Oh, no take her back." Ashley quickly hands me over to Samantha. "Caesar's grumpiness is weighing my arm down."

I yawn, but still manage to flip the girl off.

"I'm surprised she hasn't passed out yet," Samantha says with a smirk. "Usually Caesar gets so drowsy and tired that she'll start to mutter and babble about random things."

I'm quick to jump in and defend myself. "Look, I need my sleep or I'll get super loopy and become a serious emotional mess."

"I've never seen you get so tired you get all emotional and start to over react or anything," Samantha says with a lot of curiosity. "I wanna see that side of you."

"No,"

"Come on, Caesar, it'll be fun," Ashley adds with a devilish smirk. "or funny at least."

"For you, but not for me," I growl.

Samantha hoists me up close to her face. She has big puppy eyes and a quivering pouty lip. "Please, just this one time."

I stare at the girl. "You look ridiculous."

Samantha cuts the pouty act and starts to frown. "Okay, ouch."

"But if you really want me to then I will, but whatever I say or do will not be held against me."

Samantha spins around In circles with me clinging to her fingers just to make sure I don't go flying off into outer space or something like that. And thank the gods I didn't. That damn leg cast was so annoying so a full body cast is going to be the death of me if the fall doesn't kill me first.

"So how long are we staying up?" Ashley asks with excitement.

"Until Caesar passes out," That won't take long. It's almost twelve-fifteen.

Samantha entering her room and heads straight to my house to drop me off so I can change into more bed ready clothes. She slips me back into the window from where I came.

"Ashley and I are going to change," Samantha gets up and walks away. Then she comes back. "No peeping." She walks away for good this.

I pay no mind to her and change into boxers and an oversized shirt that reaches mid-thigh. I let my hair fall free from the braid its been in since the date. I then sit on my bed and wait for Samantha to come back and pick me up.

While waiting, I hear the girls chit-chat and giggle with each other.

"Y'know, I honestly believe Caesar hates my guts," Ashley says with a chirp in her tone. She doesn't sound like she cares if I do or don't. I don't by the way, but the girl is hard to deal with sometimes.

"No, she doesn't," Samantha is quick to defend me which makes me smile, knowing she has my back. "It's just hard for her to open to other people that's all. She's not a big fan of giants. I mean, she used to hate me, but now..."

"She loves you. That's still weird to think about. It's still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that a bitch like her fell for you."

Samantha huffs angerly at her friend. "She is not a bitch, Ashley. She struggles to deal with things that you couldn't even imagine."

There's a long pause between the two. All I can hear is the shuffle of fabric and the stomp of footsteps approaching my house. I stand up and meet Samantha at the window, but Samantha is not the one who greets me.

"Surprise," Ashley waves. "Come on, Samantha is almost done."

I slide out the window and fall into Ashley awaiting palms. When she stands back up to her full height, my knees buckle from the weight and I fall on my butt. "Someone's a little unbalanced."

I say nothing, knowing full well if I do then something rude is bound to fall out. I know she's just teasing and all, but I'm too tired to deal with any kind of bullshit from anyone.

"Thanks, Ash." Samantha holds out her hands to take me and Ashley complies.

Once I'm in safer hands I let my guard down melt into my girlfriend's hand. Happily letting myself drift before Samantha showers me with a few tender kisses and caring compliments.

"So what do you guys want to do for the rest of the night?" Samantha ask.

I peak over the cupped palms and see Ashley, her face down in Samantha's pillow. "Nice ass."

An uncomfortable silence falls on everyone except for me who doesn't care about the atmosphere at all in any way, shape or form.

Ashley pops up and looks back at me. "My ass?"

"Yeah, your ass since Samantha is the one with the boobs," I respond carelessly.

The widest smile crosses Ashley's face. "I think we've reached that point."

"Wh-what point?" Samantha stammers.

"Can I ask the same question." I say just as clueless.

Ashley gets back up and grabs her friend's shoulders to shake her back and forth. "Caesar is drunk off of tiredness."

"Bitch please, I've been drunk off of tired way before you pointed it out. Not to mention I've been drunk before and they're two completely different things." I ramble on, unknowingly digging myself a deeper hole."And let me tell you being drunk is not fun and the hangover sucks."

Samantha cocks her head to the side. "You've been drunk before?"

"Yep."

"How?"

"Before Sam, I had a real ass of an owner. She was going through a break-up and had a lot of beer before she came home and brought an extra six-pack back as well. She cried and whined, whined and cried. She got mad for some shitty reason, dropped me in a cup and nearly drowned me in booze. She drank from that same cup too!"

Ashley winces. "That sounds like hell."

I shrug. "I survived, but it does remind me of this other time when a drunken husband came home from a night out with his friends. He beat his wife thinking she cheated on him. I almost died by getting stepped on. Luckily I jumped out of the way before being crushed to death. They had some nice kids but their son was a real perv. His little sister said he never played dress-up with her until I came along." A cloud of darkness covers my face. "He bought skimpy clothes and asked Ann if he could borrow me and have some 'alone time' with me." I use air quotations to emphasize the meaning of alone time. He was a sick bastard. "but she caught on and would repeatedly say no to him. She's the one that actually took me back to the pet store. She said her family wasn't ready to have a tiny."

The two girls look down at me with horror and disgust on their faces.

"Caesar..." Samantha whispers tenderly

"Don't give me that bullshit, Sam. Nothing bad happened. What was really a hell hole was my first owner, now he was a fucking mess. Getting drunk almost every night and letting girls over to bang like a one night stand, one of them actually stole me and I never saw him again. She wasn't any better. Degrading me and barely even fed me. She stripped me down to nothing but my underwear and posted pictures of me online as humiliation. I was nothing but a hollow shell at the time."

"Holy shit," Ashley mutters. "Are you serious."

I nod.

Samantha cups her mouth in horror, unable to comprehend the kind of torment I've been through.

"It could have been a lot worse. There are plenty of tinies that I've talked to who have been abused or sexually assaulted. Some I never see again." I say casually. "That's how life is and life sucks."

Ashley picks up her phone off Samantha's desk and taps widely. "Do you remember the person's social media?"

"Ashley, you're being insensitive," Samantha tells her friend.

"It's SXYBbyGirl44." I tell Ashley. "She's a fucking slut and will post disturbing pictures of herself on her Instagram so I'd careful."

Ashley is silent for a second while scrolling through her phone. Samantha takes a peeks at her friend's phone and quickly looks away, her face reddening up. What surprises me is how easy Ashley can scroll through the girl's Instagram without any shame.

I watch the redhead intensely. She's so focused. When her face slowly shifts into horror, I know she's found the pictures.

"Can I look?" Samantha asks, still turned away.

Ashley frowns angrily. "Yeah, but I don't think you'd want to." She shifts her screen over for Samantha to see. She found them.

A long hard pause fills the girl's throat as she stares at the pictures. "Oh, my gods." She utters after the silence. "Caesar..., I... I'm..."

"Sorry?" I cock my head to the side. "Don't be, it's not your fault."

The giantess stares at me with a quivering lip and shimmering eyes. She settles her thumb on my body and I pull it into a hug.

Samantha in return, pulls me close. Nuzzling  her nose into my small body while whispering. "You've had a rough life, huh."

"You have no idea."

Ashley turns off her phone and shoves it in her back pocket. "Some people are really the worst."

"She tried to sell me as a sex toy once," I add nonchalantly.

"Jeez, what the fuck!"

"The man quickly called a shelter and the police when he saw my condition. The girl got her rights to own a tiny taken away for life and I was put back in a pet store."

"She sounds like a bitch," Ashley mutters angrily. "Why would anyone want to treat you like that? That's just cruel."

I shrug again. "People are people, and some of them are serious cunts."

Samantha the presses me up against her chest, muttering several apologizes to me. I give the girl some slack and let her have her moment.

A shadow then overcomes my body. I peek over my shoulder to see Ashley pulling her friend into a hug. I squished in the process. Again, I tell myself to let them have their moment. In all honesty, I'm not complaining until the squeezing and crushing gets unbearable.

"As much as it would be great to be crushed by two cute girls, one much cuter than the other, I'd like to live!" I call out, now wiggling around uncontrollably.

Ashley finally lets go of her friend and glares me down. "We can't have one friendship hug without you ruining it, can't we."

"Well, she's my girlfriend and I'm not one for sharing her."

"Too bad pipsqueak, she's my best friend."

"Pipsqueak?!"

Samantha cups her cheek, sighing. "Oh, boy, here we go again." Everything goes back to normal.

We settled into bed with Ashley on the left and Samantha on the right. I'm stuck in the middle of the two hoping I don't get crushed overnight.

Samantha covers my body with her hand like a blanket. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Ashley won't steal you from me."

"I'd rather you take of her than me. I can hardly take care of myself." Ashley admits with ease. "Caesar and I would butt heads too much and I feel like she could kill me in my sleep."

Samantha snorts. "Is that why you're all the way on the other side of the bed?"

"What? Do you want me to lay on top of you." Ashley smirks mischievously.

"No."

"You know on second thought!" Ashley shifts around.

"Ashley no, no! Oof!!" Ashley basically tackles her friend in bed, smashing Samantha against the mattress.

Ashley shifts around again, getting comfortable with laying on top of her friend. "Ah, much better."

"Ashley! Get off!" Samantha's muffled demands are hard to hear when her face is buried in a pillow. I'm sure she'll suffocate if she gets pushed any farther. "Get! Off!"

"Please don't kill my girlfriend, Ashley. I need her unless you wanna take care of me for the rest of your life." I say smugly.

Ashley pauses for a second to think before rolling off of Samantha and back to her side of the bed. "You make a good case."

"I know."

"Can we please sleep now. It's almost one and the tiredness is really kicking in." Samantha whines.

"Uh, yeah, as soon as you turn off the light."

We haven't even turned off the lights yet and no one is gonna wanna get up and turn it off.

"Ashley, hand me your shoe."

Ashley leans down on her side of the bed, picks up her shoe, and hands it to Samantha. Samantha eyes the light switch and chucks the shoe as hard as she can, hitting the switch on the first try and the lights turn off.

"Nice," Ashley comments before plopping her head on the pillow.

Samantha snuggles back into her pillow and blanket. I relax back into the pillow, but not long enough to get comfortable. Samantha scoops me up and brings me closer to the crook of her neck. This is nice.

I relax again by curling up and snuggling against the giant teen that radiates warmth and love.

"Goodnight, Caesar. I love you." Samantha whispers softly.

At that moment I knew my heart exploded. I smiled like an idiot and scooted closer to the girl. I've never left happier in my life.

"I love you too, Sam," I reply.

AN: some of you have questions.