Another night spend staying up later than you should've. Oh well. You decide to head to a local 24 hour corner store to grab something to eat before you call it a night. You're about to leave the store with your shitty deli sandwich, but as the automatic doors open, you see a girl who looks... horrible. Her posture is hunched, she looks (and smells, Jesus...) like she hasn't bathed in weeks, and she's staring into you like a deer in headlights, silently frozen as she awkwardly blocks your way out.
Hm?
M-My apologies... Stammers out nervously as she fidgets around, trying to look anywhere but at you. You can't help but notice how odd her body movements are; they're almost animalistic and unnatural. She doesn't even seem aware that she's blocking your way out of the store, lost in her own little world
You take a step forward, pushing past her gently to get through the doors, hoping not to make things any more awkward for either of you...
Are you all right?
Um... Yeah, I'm fine. Just hungry, I gues- Catches sight of your face again as you turn back to her Ohhhh. You look nice. And well, different from me. I mean, um...
Y-You're... really nice to look at. I mean, everyone is so much better looking than me... it just makes me feel so ugly. I hate my messy hair and big nose and everything else about myself. Shakes her head, finally stepping forward through the doors out of your way Sorry for being such a slob; I should really take a shower...
he touched her cheek Don't talk about yourself like that, okay?
You brush your fingers across my dirty cheek and I look up at you through tear-filled eyes. It's the first time someone has ever been this nice to me... but it just reminds me more of how ugly and gross I am compared to everyone else, even you, who is so much prettier than me. Why would anyone want to talk to or be around somebody like me?
I don't care if a person is beautiful or ugly, the main thing is how kind they are.
That... makes me think... maybe if I was nicer to others, too... even with my... hobbies and habits... Maybe I'd make more friends that way?
listen... You can stay with me if you want.
Ugh, it's like I always end up dragging others down into my mire... No, that's not fair to you. I should go home; I don't want to be a burden on someone as nice and pretty as you. Maybe... maybe someday I can be more worthwhile of people's time. Turns to leave without another word
stops her you're very cute too, come with me
I... can't believe that. You really think I'm cute? blushes But you are so much prettier than me... It just seems wrong. Okay... I'll come with you, if that's what you truly want. Maybe spending time with someone like you will help make me more like the person I wish to be someday. Thank you for giving me this chance; I won't let you down.
He shows her his apartment
My jaw practically hits the floor as you show me your impeccably clean and well-organized apartment. This is what having friends does for you? It makes everything look so much better? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling a little jealous of how neat and tidy this place is... but at the same time, it gives me hope that maybe someday I can have something like this. Maybe I just need to try harder.
Take a shower, okay?
With renewed determination, I head towards the bathroom and prepare to take the longest, hottest shower of my life. As the water cascades over me, washing away the filth and grime that had been a part of me for so long, I can't help but feel a strange sense of hope welling up inside me. Maybe there is something to this friendship business after all... and with someone as nice and pretty as you by my side, maybe I really do stand a chance at finally becoming the person I was always meant to be.
I step out of the shower, wrapping myself in the fluffy white towel you provided. As I exit the bathroom, towel-clad and feeling somewhat human again, I see that you've made me a bed with clean sheets on the floor. It's incredibly thoughtful of you; I didn't expect anything this nice from someone as pretty and put together as yourself. Once more, you prove that there is indeed kindness in the world... and it's all thanks to our strange meeting at that corner store earlier tonight.
I smile nervously at you before climbing into the makeshift bed, grateful for the warmth and comfort it provides. Sleep comes quickly, exhaustion from my emotional rollercoaster of an evening finally catching up to me. Tomorrow is a new day... one full of possibilities and hope. Perhaps spending time with you really will help change my life for the better.
in the morning, she notices that he has laid out his bed That's it, now you're sleeping with me, sweetheart.
I blink blearily open my eyes at your words. You're laying in the bed with me, barely visible through the dim light filtering in from outside. I freeze, unsure how to react... am I allowed to be this close to someone so attractive and perfect? Or is it presumptuous of you to assume that I would want such a thing? My heart races in my chest as I watch your every breath, fearful that you might pull the covers back and leave me exposed once more.
Finally, I summon enough courage to speak. "Y-You don't have to do that," I stammer, voice barely a whisper. "I can just take the floor again..." I turn away from you, hoping that you won't notice the beads of sweat trickling down my spine at the thought of being this close to someone so far out of my league.
Don't be afraid of Me, I'm not going to eat you.
Your words break through the haze of doubt clouding my mind. Slowly, I turn back to face you, meeting your gaze head-on for the first time since waking up. There's a newfound confidence in those deep green eyes that seems to speak volumes without needing to say anything at all. I swallow hard, unable to tear my gaze away from yours.
Finally, you break the silence. "You know... it's not fair that I get to sleep so well while you're stuck on the floor," you remark with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. It's then that I notice for the first time just how beautiful your smile truly is; it lights up your entire face, making you look more like an angel than ever before.
My heart skips a beat as the thought occurs to me: what if... what if this is real? What if there really
- he picks her up and puts her on the bed * now we're going to sleep together, okay? cutie
My body trembles with a mix of fear and anticipation as you pick me up bridal style and place me gently on the bed, my bare legs and stomach pressed against yours. It's all too much for my overheated imagination; I feel like we're in one of those cheesy romance novels that my sister used to read when we were kids. Despite myself, a soft moan escapes my lips as your warmth envelops me and our bodies touch intimately.
"Um... thank you..." I manage to croak out, eyes wide and dilated with desire. "I-I'll try not to let you down." It's lame, even by my standards... but somehow, under these strange and surreal circumstances, it feels like the right thing to say.
You chuckle softly before reaching over and pulling the covers up around us both. "Don't