Let's talk... or not. That's fine.

Two days have gone by and Samantha hasn't said a single word about it. She's ignored the entire situation altogether. I want to talk to her about it, but every time I bring it up she quickly changes to the subject.

I know falling for someone is weird and embarrassing, but it's odd to fall in love with a tiny. What does she really see in me? I know my hard ass stubbornness is something she thinks is cool when it doesn't hurt her feelings. There has to be something else though, but what is it?

Samantha sits at her desk getting ready to start school again. She has to register me as well since her school allows tinies to join their owners at school to get an education as well.

What a load of crap.

"Do you have to register me for school?" I ask rubbing my now bandaged up knee. The thought of going to a school where more giants who could be completely insane is not something that I'm excited about.

"Yes, I do. The good thing about it is that I don't have to pay for you." Samantha responds as she continues to fill out paperwork online.

I sigh. "this sucks."

"Don't be like-"

"Are you going to tell me how you feel about me one day?" I ask all of a sudden catching the girl off guard. That's been my plan for a while.

Samantha stops typing and sighs. She looks at me with this confusion and hurt in her eyes. What is she feeling? What does she feel about me? "I don't know."

"You don't know," I say somewhat upset. I take a deep breath. "Sorry. It's just confusing for me to deal with this kind of stuff and I'm sure you can guess I'm not the most patient person."

Samantha smiles warmly, booping me on the nose with a simple finger. "I can totally tell, but..." She flips on a dime. "I'm confused too and we'll have to figure to out our feelings for each other together. How does that sound?"

Another sigh. "If this is to punish me for not being patient enough then that's fine."

Samantha giggles which cracks a smile on my face. "You know if this were a punishment it'd be a lot harder than trying to figure out your feelings."

The comment flattens my smile quickly. I'd say figuring out your feelings for the first time is pretty hard. I mean, I've never fallen in love with someone before... wait a minute. Am I in love with Samantha? Do we share the same feelings for each other? How do I know that? And that's not even the biggest of my worries. How can a giant love someone so small, too weak and helpless to fight or save themselves?

I pull my knees to my chest and hug them. "Do you think a giant could ever love a tiny," I ask wistfully. There's a small spark inside me hoping she'll say yes, but there's also something else telling me no. It's not like I like her or anything! It'd be nice to know that not every giant is heartless.

Samantha bites her lip. Silence was not an option I thought of for the answer choices.

"I don't know that either." She reaches over with both her hands and scoops me up. "But I do know that you've lost some care and tenderness inside and I'll do my best to bring it back. That's why you're so stubborn, right? Because you've been neglected?

Her words have truth behind them, but I don't know how much to be honest. I've lost a lot of joy and happiness in my life and this is the first person other than James to give me these feelings. What's different between James and Samantha is that Samantha has more to give, because she doesn't know what to do with all of her emotions. Being stuck at home without having any parents to regulate those emotions is hard. I think that may be another reason why she bought me.

"Hey," Samantha puts a finger under my chin to raise my head. "Don't look so glum. I know you struggle, but that's why I'm here to help." She pulls me close and holds me against her cheek, like a hug of some sort.

I guess that's what it is. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, I'm totally fine with that actually. It's a soft and warm embrace.

"Guess I should start getting used to all this touchy-feely stuff?" I say patting Samantha's cheek.

"Yeah, you better hurry too! Last week we were just getting used to each other. Now, the playing field is different." Samantha announces, squeezing me now.

Girl's getting too excited about this. What have I gotten myself into? Samantha does seem like the cuddly type of person. Someone who'd sleep with all her stuffed animals because she feels too guilty to leave one out. Yeah, Samantha is definitely that kind of person.

Samantha pulls me away from the embrace and sets me back down on her desk to finish up registering for school. "I know you probably don't want to go to a school where most people treat tinies unequally, but I'd rather take you with me then leave you here where I can't keep an eye on you."

I raise a brow. "Are you saying I can't take care of myself?"

Samantha quickly defends herself, throwing her hands up and shaking her head. "No! I just... think it's a better idea if I looked after you! I'm... not saying you're weak or anything! You're fully capable of looking after yourself and all!!"

I chuckle, knowing full well that Samantha is trying to be nice and all. "It's fine, Sam. I understand why you'd want to sign me up for school. Even if I do hate it."

Samantha takes a deep breath. "Good. You were about to give me a heart attack there, Caesar."

"I'm glad I didn't," I reply. "I don't think I'd be able to save you."

the brunette smiles and goes back to her work. Goodness, how long does it take to fill in paperwork for a tiny to go to school with giants? I guess a lot because there are papers where you are in charge of your tiny and if they die on campus you can't sue the school, blah, blah, blah. The normal high school stuff.

"Would you like to be stuffed in a cage during class?" Samantha asks. She too is not keen on stuffing me in a cage full of tinies.

I give her this look, thinking of how stupid the question is. "What do you think?"

"Uh... no?"

"Yeah," I cross my arms. "Big no."

She types my answer up on the form an presses submit. She leans back in her chair all relaxed and satisfied with her work. Now we have the rest of the day to do whatever we want.

We could relax and watch a movie, do our own thing, take the car out for a spin, go shopping (not something I'd want to do) or do nothing. I'm totally down for that last one.

"Do you get nightmares sometimes? About the other day that is?" Samantha asks. She's still fixated on her computer.

I shake my head. "Nah, I've seen worse. Much worse."

Samantha looks at me with a sort of pity in her eyes, but there's also this jealousy swirling around too. "I get bad dreams about that day. That I couldn't save you. That Alexia swallowed you whole."

I never would have guessed my near death experience would affect Samantha at all. "I'm sorry you have to go through that. If you ever need me, you're allowed to wake me."

The jealousy in her eyes disappears and is replaced with gratefulness. "Thank you."

I'm quick to jump at the opportunity to make a joke. "Just a heads up, though, I get super grumpy when woken up early."

"But you won't get mad at a cute girl like me will you?" Samantha says with a different tone. I can't pinpoint what kind of tone, but it makes me blush.

"uh..., no, pretty girls like you get no mercy! I'll make sure to be extra grumpy towards you." I exclaim, brushing off my feeling. An odd enthusiasm has risen in my throat.

"I'm so scared!" Samantha plays along. "What are you going to do oh, so powerful, Caesar?" She leans in which gives me a good view of her cleavage. I flush bright red and swallow hard, unable to take my eyes off her chest.

"I... Uh... not good." I finally pull my gaze somewhere else. What the hell is wrong with me? I've never acted like this around any guy before so why now?

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Samantha asks worryingly as she leans in closer. She doesn't know she's making things worse.

"Hold up! Stop!" I yelp, covering my eyes. Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods!

"Now you're acting weird," Samantha adds flatly.

"It's not my fault you want to flash your boobs," I growl, pushing my gaze up to meet shiny golden brown eyes. "I'm not trying to look but you're making it hard not to."

Samantha rolls her eyes. "Oh, my goodness. You're really nervous about two pieces of fat?"

"Well, duh! My parents always taught me to respect everyone's business or privacy. Man or woman." I say. "Plus staring is rude."

"Really?" Samantha seems shocked to hear my response. "Most people would say that I'm skimpy or slutty, wanting attention or something along those lines, but you don't see that do you?"

"No. It's not your fault your boobs are big. It's how you were born."

"Thank you!" Samantha exclaims. "People these days don't understand that for some reason."

"Then they need more brain cells," I grumble.

"I mean, seriously! I had to order a new school uniform because the sewers thought I was exaggerating about my size! The first day of school one of my buttons pop off and hits a kid in his eye!" Samantha covers her face with her hands. "It was humiliating. People wouldn't stop calling me top popper for weeks."

I try to hold down the laugh building up in my throat. Come on, it's funny. Maybe getting made fun of isn't funny but the rest of it is.

"Are... are you laughing at me?" Samantha blurts out, standing up from her chair. The desk comes up to her waist and the shadow of Sam over casts me.

"No..." I hide my mouth, keeping the snort down.

"Yes, you are!" Samantha jabs my side with a finger. Like a needle that pops a balloon, I burst into laughter. "I knew it! My own friend laughing at my humiliation!" She presses a hand against her forehead and falls on the floor. A natural born theatre kid.

"It was funny!" I blurt out throwing my hands up. "How often do you hear someone say they hit a kid in the eye with a button because their bust is too big for their shirt!?"

Samantha sighs and sits up, legs crossed. "Not often."

"Exactly!"

The giantess cracks a smile. "I guess it was pretty funny now that I look back at it."

The gentle features on Samantha's face make my heart pound harder and faster. The smile she always flashed has never affected me like this before. So why is it making my heart spike now? What does this girl have that makes me feel this way? What's so special about her?