With the week quickly going by, I have been able to recover nicely from my concussion. Samantha has given me some excellent care. And what I mean by that is she's given me enough space to allow me to recover. Which I should thank her for honestly. I don't think I would have recovered as quickly if Samantha was breathing down my neck all the time.
I think she's come to realize that I'm someone who likes her space and privacy. Or I did something to piss her off and I wouldn't really know what that would be. I thought the little bath time therapy session we had a few days ago ended on good terms, but I don't know what she's truly thinking.
Why should I care though? If she wants to be pissy so be it. It shouldn't bother me this much when it comes to Samantha. We hardly know each other.
"I'm going to fix you."
The words have replayed in my head for the last couple of days. I doubt she'll be able to do it. My heart is rooting for her, but my brain? Not so much. I'm going to leave this place and the thought of leaving Samantha after putting in all that hard work, all the so called fixing and junk like that, would be such a waste.
My opinion about giants isn't going to magically change because of some nice girl. And definitely not a cute one either.
I look at my nails. They need to be trimmed again. I look at the burn on my hand. It's going to leave a mark, but it's healed up well. Another scar, but I gave it to myself... from cooking ramen. Kinda lame if you ask me.
"So... this friend of yours..." I speak up. When I don't get an answer, I turn around on my butt to face the giantess.
Samantha recieved her school uniform for the year and is trying on everything to make sure it all fits. Right now she's struggling with the button-up due to her bust. I'm sitting on her desk, watching and somewhat entertained by her struggle.
"This stupid button." Samantha grumbles to herself as she fidgits with her uniform.
Seeing how the other teen handles the problem, it makes you feel bad for the girl.
It's also kinda funny though.
"Samantha?"
Samantha squeezes in the button barely through it's loop, forcing the shirt to button up. Once she's got it, she doesn't breathe a sigh of relief. The uniform looks restricking and uncomfortable. Honestly I don't know how she got it on the first place.
The second to the top button snaps suddenly. The force comedically flinging it across the room. It bounces around for a single second and before I know it, I'm doing duck and cover to dodge the speeding bullet.
The button smacks into the wall then rolls around the desk before falling flat, smoke rising from the piece of plastic.
Okay, not as funny now.
I dust myself off and turn myself attention back to Samantha.
Samantha lets out a depressed sigh, shoulders sloushed in defeat. "I told them I needed a bigger size..." She mumbles. "They never listen to me."
I look back at the button. "Has that happened before?" I ask, jamming my thumb back at the button.
Samantha nods, a looming cloud hanging over her head.
"Mmm."
She goes to sulk in the corner of her room.
I look at the button for a moment, before taking a seat on it to think. "Couldn't you, like, get a shirt custom made for you or something like that?"
"I could, but then it's a long process and I get uncomfortable whenever someone measures me." The giantess crosses her arms over her chest, bothered from the thought of being measured.
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