This is Even Worse (G/t)

4

Though she hadn't experienced any sort of luxury for the past year, she hadn't forgotten what a luxury hotel room looked like, and this exactly was one. It was just one large space with a place of lounging, cooking, bathing, eating... and sleeping - very apartment-esque. Her person of interest was slumbering comfortably in the distance within deep plush and fluff, resembling clouds within the room's dimness... and it pissed her off. She was already furious before, but her emotions now were through the roof. She needed a way to get up there to him, but what? How?

Beginning a run, she increased her grip on the box and started toward the bed, maneuvering herself under tables, around chairs, and through a set of various cords. For a normal tiny, the travel would have been gruesome, but with her 'experiences', it was a piece of cake, her sprinting Olympic distances in not too long of a time. In fact, she probably would have made it to the side where Evan hung an arm off the bed in one dash, if she hadn't tripped face first into a random mountain of fabric. 

"Ouch. Nothing can go perfectly ever, can it?" 

Moving the heavy pieces off herself, she noticed a stitched tag, meaning she fell into clothing - his clothing. But, when she stood up, she had a better view of the pile and took note of its contents: a wrinkled tee, a dirty pair of jeans, some ripped socks, and... and... 

"He... He sleeps... n-naked. K-Kay." A bit of red appeared on her face out of embarrassment, but it only matched the angry red still glowing from her eyes.

Pushing the thoughts of the boy's body out of her mind, she composed herself, gathered the box, and finished her way to the bed... and the boy, who was still knocked out. Ayana was close to creating some convoluted plan to climb up the cushions until she noticed the convenient step stool at the foot of the bed, with levels just close enough together for her to repeatedly lift the box, jump up, and climb with ease. Once on top, she looked to the colossal being so close to her and how he stretched all the way from one end to another, not even aware of her existence. Graceful as a gazelle, she journeyed to the pillows, but instead of making physical contact to wake him up or throw the gift forcefully at his head then like she really wanted to, she took a different route.

Replays of the morning kept going around in Evan's dreams like a broken movie. While he wished things didn't have to end up as they did - watching the family that cared for him for all of their lives being handcuffed and jammed into police cars, with devastated looks on their faces - it was all he could do. He knew they'd understand... eventually. Though, the lip-reading of his mother's 'I'm very disappointed in you' had already burrowed its way into his soul. Every time that instance came to mind, he tried to blow it away with nicer thoughts. Yet, what good really happened? Officers searched his house and took him away, and the little ones didn't know what to do. And Ayana, the look on her face before she was taken away... Well, Evan didn't have insomnia, but he wasn't sleeping happily. Softly, yes, but not nicely, especially now.

The heir to the farms and fields woke up to a muted beeping sound: one he recognized from his phone. 

"Wh-What? Is someone... t-texting me?" he thought to himself as he began to squirm. 

The sound never stopped, like a notification usually would, so the noise started to get to him, making him lift his dangling right arm to grab at his head. He raised his left arm and moved it toward the sound, but as he did, the beeps got instantly louder, increasing his headache. 

"What? What the-?" He turned his head to his left, and on the nightstand was not only his alarming phone but also a barely illuminated specter above it, or so it seemed. Either way, he panicked, almost falling out the bed to shut off the noise and see what was up.

Once he had hold of the phone and disabled the alarm, he faced the nightstand, turned on its lamp to its dimmest setting... and dropped the phone at the surprise. 

"A-Ayana," he spoke, almost in a whisper. 

He swooped up the girl in both of his hands. Her stressed, struggling face was all that he had his focus on. Otherwise, he would have been extremely flustered over their intimate, early morning closeness now. 

"What... What are you doing up here?" he inquired, with sincere care and utter confusion.

Meanwhile, the little lass was not having a good time. But, was that any different from any other second of the day?

First being blinded and now being propped up like a Barbie doll, Evan certainly wasn't getting on her good side, if he was trying to be. He had her in a grip that didn't restrain her arms or the box that he hadn't seemed to notice yet, but it was still tight enough so that she couldn't get away if she tried, and because of that, it wasn't against her nature to just hurl the box at his head, causing him to drop her right onto the bed, almost bouncing her under the covers right next to his bare body.

The sudden impact of what felt like cardboard on skin took Evan off-guard. He shut his eyes and rubbed against the possible bruise on his forehead, hoping to relieve some of the pain. 

"Ow, that hurt! How did you even—?" 

When he reopened his eyes, he blushed seeing her sprawled out, a hand of hers almost touching his thigh, and found the familiar object that made forceful contact with his face. He reached over to the slightly dented box, plucked it up in his fingers, and examined the minuscule crack of its opening closely. 

"So, you got it. The Prep's good for something, then," he commented to himself... and then he made a realization about what just happened. Looking down at the girl, who happened to be trying to stand up now, he spat, "What did you do that for!?"

Ayana felt the roar of Evan's voice go through her, and despite how powerful it was, she didn't let it deter her. She stood up, using his leg as a support, and stared him down for a few seconds in a sassy, hands-on-hips stance. Doing so, she saw his serious face falter a bit, but it mostly stayed in place, testing and judging her, different from the side of him she usually saw. In fact, it was a lot like his father's, almost a spitting image. 

"You deserved it!" she exclaimed back.

"What?" Evan couldn't believe that. "How?" "How the hell do I deserve this!?"

And Ayana couldn't believe his nonsense. "Do you not get it?" "Are... Are you stupid!? Does your massive meathead not contain enough capacity to analyze this situation: these problems you caused!?"

"What's there to get?" The girl might have well been speaking another language, and he was determined to understand her, no matter how in depth or up close.

Evan had no discretion when he decided to change his position in order to see her dead on. His movements were so large that Ayana getting tossed around was inevitable. As he went flat onto his front, the espresso-haired girl was launched into the air multiple times, her body going horizontal like a skydiver, and with each pop into the air, she saw bits and pieces of Evan's body: the usual farmer's tan, his unexpected muscles formed from maturation and years of fieldwork, and... well, she couldn't deny that he was a man, that's for sure. 

The Fowler father had definitely exposed her to an enlarged, male form, yet she hadn't a clue about his oldest son's body until now. She didn't think he was bad looking face-wise, so the rest of him complemented it well. But, her fantasies were halted when her air time ended, and her vision was filled by a blonde-haired, brown-eyed beast of a man-boy that pissed her off.