She's the little

chapter 33

"i'm going james." i tell him as i hop out the car.
"dianna. this isn't funny. what type of caregiver would i be if i let my still developing little run off to a high school party." he said as he followed me into the house.

"the super cool one who wants to let me have fun and explore life outside of my classification." i say walking backwards pointing my fingers at him.

"thats the type of thing that can get you taken away from me dianna." he informs me grabbing onto my shoulders.
"i thought you said that couldn't happen anymore?"
"well it cant- but-"
"exactly!" i say jumping up and down.

james rolled his eyes at me before setting his stuff down on his kitchen counter.
"hay how come we slept in that room yesterday?" i ask slumping down on the couch.

"well i was planning on having a look in their with you, but ya slept through the night so we didn't have a chance." he says as he unpacks some things.

i hummed as i grabbed the remote to the tv, playing the same cartoon james had put on the day before.

i felt james come up behind the couch i was sat on leaning over it.
"you liked bluey?" he asks looking at me.

"yea its cute. i like the drawings." i say, fully immersed in the show.
i hear james hum happily behind me, then he kissed the top of my head before walking back into the kitchen.

i was pretty far into the episode when my phone started ringing, drawing my attention away, making me notice james had also wandered back in and was sitting in the armchair across the room.
why didn't he sit with me?

"hey David whats up?" i ask holding the phone up to my ear.

"have you done the job survey thing they wanted us to do in work related? its so stupid it wants me to be a hairdresser." he rants and i can hear him typing on his keyboard.

"well you are very good at taking care of my split ends-" i joke leaning deeper into the couch.
"also i feel like i'm just gonna get my feelings hurt. the second i put my categorisation in there its gonna give me something like dance teacher or pottery artist." i tell him hugging my legs.

the line goes quite and i can hear David's sympathy through the phone. "-dee. i'm sure you'd love being a pottery artist." he says and i can tell his only half joking.

it kinda sucks i'm not expected to do anything cool.
most littles drop out after getting their category, some finish highschool but their grades aren't super good, meaning they can't get into a college even if they wanted to and the added on pressure that some colleges just don't except littles at all- which is technically illegal but nobody does anything about it.

"oh yea because freshmen year art class really showed for my true calling." i say rolling my eyes, reminiscing on how i destroyed a pottery wheel.

i hear David laughing quietly, still rapidly typing something on his laptop.

don't get me wrong school definitely isn't for me but i'm not dumb enough to drop out.

"bye David." i say before hanging up.

"what do you want to do after school Diana?" james pipes up from across the room.

"what do you mean?" i say cocking my head to the side.

"like college wise."

i laughed looking down at my hands
"I'm not getting i to college." i say amusement filling my tone.

"you don't think you can or you don't want to?" he asked, sitting up, setting his elbows on his knees.

"no colleges around here accept littles." i tell him, looking confused.
he should know that.
either he's trying to tell my something or he really doesn't know.

"no, no who told you that?" he said, scrunching his face up.

"everyone. its like common knowledge or whatever." i say falling back on the couch.

james got up and crouched in-front of me. "Diana you can go to college if you want to and just because it wont happen here doesn't mean it can't happen somewhere else. you could just as easily go to college in a different state. it doesn't have to be here." james told me, holding the hands that sat in my lap.

"oh yea like those stupid little 'colleges' that have no real teaching? just one massive playground with a few third grate level math classes and story time where me sit on the big rainbow carpet and listen about the hungry fucking caterpillar are you serious james? i don't want that."

i watched james suddenly stand up and i squeaked when he grabbed my waist, throwing me over his shoulder.
"james what are you doing." i giggled as he made his way over to the fining room table where his laptop sat.

james sat down pulling me by the thighs onto his lap, while i was still giggling from the initial shock.

he was typing something into his search-bar.
"whats should we say you are? a dominant? or a pet? nah, might as well say sub to get the most accurate thing." he says and its like his thinking aloud while he fills out a questionnaire.

"what are we doing james?" i ask sitting forward.
"that questionnaire david was talking about for your work related class. i did it like 2 years ago." he tells me, filling out the initial questions like my name and birthday.

"okay well why are you putting me as a sub?"

"well you said if you put little in its gonna give you something that isn't right so. just don't put little." he says getting up and putting me back on the chair.
"call me when your done." he says walking away and back to the kitchen.

uh okay

i was sat there fir like 40 minutes filling out questions after questions about hobbies, classes, sports. it felt never ending and a massive waste of time especially when i got my results.

"an intro into regression teacher?"