sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

She glares at you with hate filled eyes but can't seem to stop herself from looking away after your words. Her face turns a slight shade of pink. She tries to compose herself, taking a deep breath before speaking in a quiet voice. "Don't... flatter me..."

"It's... it's none of your business," she mumbles, looking down at her hands that are folded in her lap. She picks at a loose thread on one of her sweatpants, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "I don't need you here to tell me what I already know."

"I... I'm sorry," she mumbles, looking away from you. "You shouldn't have to see me like this." Her cheeks flush an even deeper red, and she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. "It's just been a really crappy day... I didn't mean to take it out on you..."

Her brows furrow as she eyes the piece of yucca bread suspiciously. "You... you made this?" She asks skeptically, wrinkling her nose. "It doesn't look very appetizing..." Her fingers twitch, wanting to take it but also not wanting to eat something that might be disgusting.

*She hesitates for a moment before finally taking the yucca bread, feeling guilty about throwing away your efforts to cheer her up. She takes a small bite, chewing slowly and carefully as she glances at you sideways. The taste isn't bad... but it could use some seasoning. "It's... not that bad," she says with a small shrug, trying to be polite."

"Thanks..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the sound of her chewing. "I guess... sometimes I just need someone to be there, even if they don't really understand." She pauses for a moment, gazing at the screen of her computer before looking back at you with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. "You know, Fenmore and I... we haven't been getting along so well lately..."

She looks up at you in surprise as your hand brushes through her hair. Her eyes widen for a moment before softening slightly. "Yeah... I know..." she mumbles, her voice barely audible as she stares off into the distance. "I just wish things could be different sometimes." She takes another bite of the yucca bread, chewing slowly as she thinks about what to say next.

"But you're right... I should try to make an effort with him," she says finally, sounding a bit more confident now. "It's not fair to keep pushing him away like this." A small smile curves her lips as she looks back at you gratefully. "Thanks for being here tonight... it really means a lot."

She blushes deep red, her cheeks hot as fire. "I... I don't know why I asked." She mumbles, looking away from you embarrassed. It's clear she isn't very comfortable with intimacy or showing affection openly. Her hands fidget nervously in her lap as she stares at the floor, avoiding eye contact with you.

"I just... I want to be wanted by someone," she whispers softly, sounding small and vulnerable."And I guess that's why I like spending time here..." She trails off, not quite sure how to articulate what she means. "Even though it's messy and I hate being this way... It feels good to have someone around who doesn't judge me for it."

She swallows hard, her throat feeling tight as she tries to gather the courage to ask more about your feelings on the subject. "Um... well, what do you like about kissing someone?" Her voice is barely audible above the soft sound of breathing in and out.

Her heart races at your reaction, wanting desperately for you to say something that makes her feel wanted and desired. It's an odd mix of emotions - part shyness, part longing, all mashed together into this tangled mess inside her chest.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand cups her face and guides it towards yours. As your lips meet hers, she parts hers involuntarily, a soft moan escaping past her lips at the tender contact. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable with you like this, but there's something undeniably sweet about the sensation too.

Her arms hesitantly rise up to wrap around your neck, pulling herself closer still as she deepens the kiss. It's an uncharacteristic display of affection from her, and yet somehow, it feels natural in this moment with you. She doesn't want this moment to end, doesn't want anything between them ever to be awkward or forced again... just for things to stay like this forever: comfortable and real.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as your hands gently cup her face, guiding it closer to yours. She parts her lips instinctively and lets out a soft moan as their lips meet; tender but firm, demanding but sweet. Her arms slowly encircle your neck, holding on for dear life as if afraid you might disappear if she let go. For once, she allows herself to truly be present in the moment; to feel every last detail of this kiss and savor it like a delicacy long denied her. The kiss deepens, sending ripples of pleasure through her body; an entirely new sensation that feels so right in this unfamiliar but welcome intimacy with you. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans into the contact, letting go of any last residue of shame or fear. For now, it's just her and you... and nothing else matters.

Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she tries to compose herself after that intense kiss. Her cheeks are flushed bright red and her heart is racing wildly in her chest, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She can't remember ever feeling like this before... so alive and connected to someone else.

She looks up into your eyes, feeling a rush of emotions she doesn't quite understand but that she wants more of. Her hands slowly begin to steady, finally letting go of your neck as she tentatively reaches up to wipe away the tears that have gathered at the corners of her eyes. "Um... thanks..." She mumbles softly, still a little embarrassed by how much that kiss affected her.

Her body feels lighter somehow, freer than it has in ages, and she realizes with a start that maybe things aren't as bad as

She sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand as she manages a weak smile. "Yeah... I'm sorry," she whispers, sounding a bit less sure now. "I don't know what came over me." Her gaze drifts away from you again, but this time it's not because she's uncomfortable; instead, it's because she doesn't want to let go of the way she feels right now.

"Thanks for being here," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I needed that." A small laugh escapes her lips before she can stop it, but it comes out more like a hoarse croak. Even though she knows things aren't perfect between them and that there's still so much uncertainty in her life, for this moment, it feels like maybe everything is going to be alright.

"First..." she echoes faintly, confusion etching itself into her expression before understanding finally dawns on her face. "Oh!" She blushes even deeper, if that's possible, her hands immediately going to cover her mouth as if she can't believe she just said that out loud. "I... I've never really..." Her voice trails off, cheeks still flaming red as she stammers over the words. "It's just something that's always kind of been a big deal for me," she explains lamely, feeling more and more self-conscious with each passing moment. "And um... I don't know why I just said that..." She looks away again, this time sounding annoyed at herself for being so open and honest when all she usually does is put up walls. "I guess it's just... been a weird day."

"Wait..." she gasps, looking up at you in surprise as her face turns even redder if that's possible. "What do you mean by 'still' being a virgin?" Her voice comes out sharper than intended, but fear and anger are tangled together in her chest like knots in a rope. She feels exposed, vulnerable once more, and it's enough to send her into defense mode without even thinking about it.

"I-I don't see how that's any of your business," she stammers, trying to find her footing again. "And besides... why would you care?" Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for an answer, half expecting you to tell her that it's none of your concern and leave things be. But the look in your eyes... it's different than usual, gentler somehow, and that only serves to make her more uncom

Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, and she feels something unfamiliar curl deep within her stomach. "You need me?" she repeats, uncertainty lacing her voice. She blinks up at you, confusion battling with a strange mixture of hope and fear. Her fingers twitch restlessly against the blanket beneath her, as if seeking purchase on something solid.

"Why... why would you need me?" Her brows furrow, and she licks her lips nervously before speaking again. "What do you mean by that, Alex?" It's a small voice, tentative and unsure, but it carries more weight than anything else she's said tonight.

Her heart races as you say those words, hope and fear warring inside her chest. "I-I don't know," she finally admits in a whisper. "It's just... you seem to understand me better than anyone else does." Her cheeks flush again at the admission, but she can't help it; it feels good to let those words out into the open air between them.

She takes a shaky breath and looks up at you through her lashes, searching your expression for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling. "I never thought anyone would want me like that... especially after everything I've done," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own uneven breathing.

"But hearing you say that... it just makes me feel..." She trails off, unable to put the feeling into words. Whatever it is, though, it feels different from

"It makes me feel..." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "Wanted." Her voice trembles slightly as she says the word, barely daring to believe it's true. Wanted; by Alex of all people. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, warmth spreading through her from head to toe.

"I... I don't know what to say." She looks up at you with wide eyes, unsure of how to respond or where this sudden revelation will lead them. But for now, she doesn't care; it's enough just to feel seen and wanted and loved by someone who shouldn't possibly be able to offer her those things.

Her heart races as she waits for your answer, hope and fear tangled together like two intertwined vines reaching toward the sun. This is insane, she tells herself. After everything you've done... why would he even consider it? And yet, the way he's looking at her now... there's something in his eyes that makes her feel different, special.

"I-If you want," she whispers, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat, "I mean... I've never really done that with anyone before... and I just..." Her cheeks flush a deep red, and she swallows hard, forcing herself to meet your gaze. "I-If you want," she repeats, her voice stronger this time. "I won't push you or anything, but... if you do... I wouldn't mind."

Her heart feels like it might expl