My eyes shot up and I shrieked as I felt something there.
"Brittany!"
Her eyes slowly opened to the sound of my squeal and roamed around my figure until she met my eyes.
My widened eyes.
"Oh hey, Sanny, you're here," she smiled up lazily and hugged me just a little tighter. If I weren't feeling so uncomfortable I'd find that cute. I shook those thoughts aside and tried to focus on the situation. The complete inappropriateness of a situation.
Her hand was still there.
I had no idea what to do given the situation. Bringing it up was probably the hardest part. What do I even say? "Brittany, um your hand is on my vajayjay and I was wondering if you could move it aside?" No. That's too casual, like it happens all the time. Wait, does she do this all the time? Oh gosh. I knew she was a very touchy-feely person but I wasn't even sure to what extent does her "touchy"-"feely" go..
Was this normal? Ugh, can't be. Well I did see her go to the toilet together with her "BFF" once. Does that count? Damn, I'm thinking way too much into th-
"San? What's wrong?"
I was brought out of my thoughts and looked back at her. "I can hear the gears spinning in your head," she giggled. Just then her hands loosened as she moved them towards my hand and arms. She began to stroke them and I think as an attempt to relax me. Oh, if she knew what from. But it was working. Actually, I don't really know. Counter-working? From this seemingly simple gesture, came some jittery feelings in my stomach I can't quite comprehend. I was perplexed. This girl was so innocent-or I assumed- yet so confusing. But if she was as innocent as I thought she was, then what were her panties doing somewhere in a corner and why was she pants-less? I was getting lightheaded from all these thoughts.
Maybe I need to get back to Sam. But that wouldn't solve anything...would it?
Worth a shot.
"Uh, I gotta go find Sam, I think he's probably wondering where I am, heh," I awkwardly shot her a smile and moved from her hands' grasp. She just stared at me, half-lidded eyes trying to look at me to nod and smile. Somehow I felt that there was something behind that smile, sadness maybe, but I was not in the zone to try to figure out its meaning. Maybe I'm overthinking again. Probably. I shrug.
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"Hmmm," I hummed as I was leaned into Sam. We were watching a movie. I forgot what about already. But I just wanted to relax into him and let my mind wander off.
It felt pretty good to be so close to him. I didn't think anything else felt as soothing as this in a while. Then he draped his right arm over my shoulders and tucked behind me. That's when I started feeling a bit uncomfortable. I didn't really like this position, but I didn't want to offend him. So I let it be. It felt strange and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't feel relaxed. I think he sensed my inner struggle and lifted his arm away. I gave him an apologetic smile. Somehow I couldn't stop myself from thinking of what transpired between his little sister and me.
Just then, Georgia burst through the door and shouted, "Oi lovebirds, come downstairs and help me cook instant noodles," and poked her tongue out.
"Where's Brittany?" Sam shrugged and I just shook my head. "Huh. Okay. I swear, I think we need to get a GPS system ingrained into her butt or something." Sam chuckled as I smiled politely.
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Just as Sam and Georgia were busy cooking a massive bowl of instant noodles for the whole gang-a good 10 or 11 of us, apparently I'm quite helpless in the kitchen-I went to their balcony to steal some peace and quiet for a bit.
Suddenly I heard a movement. Then a sniffle.
I spun around and found Brittany curled up on one of the balcony's swinging bench. Immediately I sat next to her, "Britt, are you okay? What happened? Did one of the boy's bully you? Want me to go get them and tell them off-"
"No," voice softer than a whisper but enough to stop me from speaking more. "I'm fine." I knew very well from her look that she was nothing but fine but I assumed she didn't want to talk about it so without thinking, on instinct I placed my hand above hers as a form of consolation. She looked up at me with such forlorn eyes that I wanted so much to wipe it away if I had the power to. Little did I know she hugged me. Just like one of those surprise hugs she would give me whenever she sees me (doesn't matter if I didn't see her, she'd attack me with hugs nonetheless) but this time, it felt different. It felt desperate. Like she was clutching me as if her young life depended on it. I quickly returned it and hugged her back, smiling at her constant enthusiasm, despite her being sad. That's when I heard her broken breathing and felt wetness on my left shoulder. She was crying.
"Shhh, don't cry," I cooed, trying to comfort her, "it's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'm here okay? I'll always be here."
"Sam called me stupid," she broke out between sniffles. I pulled back from our hug and tried to look at her in the eyes.
"What? Why would he call you stupid?" I said with soft anger in my tone, defense mechanism acting up. I couldn't understand why anyone would say such things to such a innocent, adorable girl. She looked down, trying to hide her puffy eyes. Even in the moonlight, she looked radiant and adorable.
I laced a finger on her chin and gently pushed it up to face me. She looked so shy, under any other circumstances I'd chuckle but I remained stoicly concerned.
Just then, Georgia burst in.
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