Something inside of you told you that if you lingered in the hallway any longer, some terrible fate would befall you. Inez never liked to see you 'idle', and usually put you to work in some sort of painful endurance-testing way if she caught you lounging around, and the last thing you wanted to do today was endure more of that. Breakfast under her booty was more than enough Inez for one day, as far as you were concerned.
That left Sloane and her daughter as two viable options, but for as much as you loved Sloane, she could also be a bit much. Granted, sober Sloane was leagues better than drunk Sloane, and you'd gladly endure some teasingly flirty kisses than the destructive chaotic madness that ensued whenever Sloane was plastered, and the messes that would follow when she'd wake up from her hangover with a complete memory gap. Still, maybe you'd had enough of Sloane for one day too.
Which really just reduced your choices to Shaye, and Shaye alone, and honestly, you were perfectly content with that.
Inez had been quick to introduce you and Carmine to Sloane and Shaye once she'd started dating them, so you'd known Shaye since she was thirteen years old. The younger girl had latched onto you immediately, and you'd been more than happy to take her under your wing and become a sort of role model to the girl. You and her had a lot in common in terms of personality and likes/dislikes, and conversation always came pretty effortlessly between you two. She was always really fun to be around.
Now, you weren't so oblivious to miss the fact that she had a crush on you. But, like all children (such as how you viewed her, even though she'd just hit her twenty-first birthday), you knew it was just a childish crush born from feelings of affection and happiness due to how good of friends you were. You saw the way she blushed around you, or sometimes seemed to try and catch your attention, but you were confident the crush would fade soon, and she'd find an actual partner her own age. It was nothing serious, you were positive.
Sliding down the table leg, you maneuvered through the hallway towards Shaye's bedroom, only barely managing to dodge Inez's stomping foot as she walked past briskly, not even glancing down as she moved. Yet again, you were forced to begrudgingly admit that Inez's years of 'tough-love' had, to some effect, improved your reflexes and physical capability to survive as a tiny, you just wished she'd chill out from time to time and show a little bit more empathy for life as an affected.
As you neared Shaye's bedroom, you could hear the sound of music floating from within. Rock, of some kind, by the sound of it, and you vaguely recalled Shaye having gotten really into a popular band called 'Banshees of Inches Higher', which was a three-person group made up of two unaffected and an affected. They were a super pro-affected group, with many of their songs either dissing organizations like the CTC, or otherwise espousing the joys of loving and caring for affected. It warmed your heart to know Shaye was such a good person.
And maybe she's attracted to tinies. You thought to yourself. And wants to learn how to better care for them. I could definitely help to encourage her down that path.
Not even recognizing the catastrophic blindness in your own thoughts, you slipped into Shaye's bedroom, as the door was wide open, and took in the sight of the giantess herself.
Shaye Burton was both a mirror of her mother, and not. The twenty-one year old had her mother's milky-white freckled complexion and emerald eyes, and the same vibrant red hair (though Shaye had her tips dyed black). And yet she differed immensely in terms of physical proportions and personality. Though not un-curvy by any means, Shaye's modest bust and butt were leagues smaller than her mother's, and her body overall was much more lean, honed, and toned (she was an athlete, through and through). And her quiet and introspective attitude were such a shock to those used to Sloane's brazen flirtatiousness and energetic extroversion.
At the moment you entered the room, Shaye was in the middle of fixing her bed, having apparently just woken up not too long ago. She was dressed in a silver sports bra and matching compression shorts that really highlighted her lithe body and showed off what she was working with. Her hair was quite a bit messy, her curled bangs bouncing in time with Shaye herself swaying to the beat of the rock music coming from her phone. She was even humming along, and though a bit off-tune, it was quite charming.
"Good morning, Shaye!" You shouted up to the girl, by way of greeting.
Shaye spun around, a smile on her face. "Good morning, Ine----AAH, ALLEGRA!" Her happiness turned to a shrill scream, her expression blowing up into one of full-on panic. Hastily, she lunged for her phone to turn off the music, and then began frantically attacking her un-brushed hair to try and wrestle it into behaving.
You held up a hand. "I'm so sorry, Shaye. I didn't mean to startle you."
"N-No, you're fine, Allegra." Shaye insisted, still a bit shaky. "I-I'm just jumpy this morning. I-I didn't know you were coming over today."
"I can leave, if you're still getting yourself ready for--"
"No, no! It's fine. Stay! Uh, or, please stay. Please." Shaye winced at her staggered wording, her cheeks burning bright red. No doubt she was cursing herself for appearing so 'uncool' in front of her role model, and you opted to just keep smiling, as you felt it would only appear more embarrassing and patronizing to try and tell her that she needn't act so nervous around you. You were both equal friends, were you not? But, you remembered being in her shoes around the cooler big kids when you were younger, so you could relate.
"I'm happy to stay, Shaye. Just as long as I'm not intruding."
"Never, Allegra. I love you." Shaye said, before her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "H-Having you. H-Here. Love having you here. H-Hanging out. L-Love it." The girl looked set to crumble in on herself, fading away into dust.
You chuckled to try and ease the tension, honestly having only heard half of whatever she'd just said, due to concentrating in pulling yourself up her bedsheet and onto the top of her mattress.
After you reached the top, you spoke up. "So, Banshees of Inches Higher, right? They seem like a good band!"
"Oh, they are!" Shaye grinned, easing more comfortably into conversation. She claimed a seat on the mattress beside you, her weight slightly displacing your footing as the mattress curved around her butt. "I love them so much, I'm so happy my friend introduced me to them. They just...I don't know. Sing about stuff I'm really passionate about."
"What's your favorite song of theirs?"
"Oh, definitely..." Shaye began, only to trail off with a blush. "U-Um...that's not important, Allegra."
"Shaye, everything you tell me is important. I really value our friendship."
The giantess seemed to flinch slightly at hearing the word 'friendship', and she let out a sigh. "My favorite song of theirs is...uh...'How to Tell a Tiny You Love Them'."
"Aw, that sounds like a sweet song."
"It is, yeah." Shaye nodded, smiling, but with a bit of a distant look in her eyes.
A minute of awkward silence then passed, before...
1) Shaye hesitantly asks for your help with something embarrassing, but as her friend, you're more than willing to assist. She says she has a crush on someone, but as she's never so much as kissed anyone before, she'd like help practicing with a kissing partner.
2) Shaye remembers she has volleyball practice soon, and not wanting to cut her time with you short, asks if you want to come along. Deciding there would be little harm in doing so (so long as you stay near Shaye), you go along with her to her volleyball practice.
3) Shaye suddenly recalls she's got a class and a big exam in thirty minutes at Weston University, and in her haste to grab her bag she knocks you into it. Sealed inside, you end up whisked away to Weston in Shaye's backpack, only to tumble out of a hole in the bag right in the middle of the quad once Shaye arrives, leaving you all alone and vulnerable!
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