~ Norman’s Point of View ~
I’d barely let her in and she practically pounced on my mask collection. Thankfully she found them as cool as I did and pulled on a Squirrel mask. But not before making a wise crack about it being a fetish of mine and poking her tongue out me. Her tongue was pierced, very cool. I wondered if she had any other piercings or maybe even some tattoos? That’d be pretty cool, so far I couldn’t see any though. She interrupted my thoughts with a giggle, wiggling her head around and managed a muffled “Is it me?” I took one look at her and cracked up.
The mask was massive on her petite frame and it was too much. After all the on/off tension of our earlier conversation, this was a welcome relief and I was starting to see her playful side. “It’s huge on you, you’re so tiny, you look ridiculous!” I managed to cry out between gasping for breath. My abs tightened so much with laughter, I clutched my gut and struggled to catch my breath. I managed to stop myself before I started crying and straightened up as she removed the mask and pouted her lips. Not wanting to upset her. I reassured her it wasn’t a bad thing.
Suddenly, her hand flew up to her face, so fast I thought she must have been bitten by something. Before I could ask what was wrong, she let out a slightly squeaky yawn and decided to call it a night. I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed. I would have liked to have spent more time goofing around with this crazy but intriguing girl, but it was late and I didn’t wana keep her up.
As I made her bed, she sat nearby. Her towel had wriggled up and her thighs were almost completely exposed. I hadn’t realised how curvy she was, considering her tiny build, until now. I shifted my eyes back to the job at hand as she tugged my shirt down over the tops of her legs. I felt a warmth spread up my neck, reaching my ears. I tried to shake it off, concentrating on fluffing the sheets. Once I was done, I turned and smiled at her. She stood up, this time without the towel and even more persistently tugging at my shirt. As she scooted past me to the bed, her hands superglued to that shirt, I realised just how short she was. Easily half a foot shorter than me, her head was level with my chest. I caught a waft of something sweet as she plonked down on the bed. Caramel? Toffee maybe? Some sorta candy. Whatever it was she smelt awesome.
Veronica lifted her face to mine. “Thank you, Norman, for everything really it means a lot,” she said genuinely. I joked that I couldn’t have left her where she was before adding playfully, “Besides that’s what friends are for right?” She laughed and challenged the idea, teasing me. I loved that she was so much more comfortable around me now, considering I thought she only wanted to run away from me, not even an hour earlier. I grinned at her, still staring up at me with those big brown eyes. “Well it seems only right seeing as I’m going to be shooting at you nearly every day and all.” I poked my tongue out at her. “Haha ok, well you’re a good friend Norman,” she replied and smiled warmly. I smiled back at her, before making my way to my own bed.
As I reached my side of the trailer I turned back around to sit on my bed and caught her plopping down on the bed and skirting under the blankets. As she did, the breeze from her swift movement hitched her shirt, exposing the lower half of her behind. My gut knotted again and my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t mean to look, but it was just as pale as the rest of her and hard to miss. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a guy and we love butts, but I still felt like a perve, even if unintentional. Crap! She was looking at me. I quickly flicked off the light and rolled down my pants in the shadows, before slipping into bed and saying goodnight. I laid silently in bed, embarrassed and hoping she didn’t realise I’d seen her slip. As I was wondering whether I should apologise, Veronica broke the silence. “Norman?..” “Yea..” I replied, hoping she wasn’t going to mention what just happened. “I just wanted to thank you again … this means a lot…” she finished. My insides sighed in relief and I smiled. She really was very sweet. I grinned. “You’re welcome, sweet dreams Squeak.”
