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6/12/2025, 3:21:29 PM
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>You're getting a pressing urge to express yourself around her, almost like you want to impress her.
>Except that's overshadowed by how much you feel like you're suffering right now, on the verge of tears as you're too afraid to say anything else lest your breaking voice gives away the weakness you half don't want Candy to know about.
>The other half is glad that she can already tell.
>And you do not understand why.
>You feel as though you've finally been cast outside of the plot of the TV show of your life, banished, exiled...
>And now you're sitting in the in-between realm where you aren't supposed to be, stuck here.
>Forced to really self-reflect in the midst of all your misery.
>But Candy being in here with you gives it a hint of excitement you're not sure if you want to welcome or reject.
>And you're stuck here for a whole 'nother hour.
>Another louder roll of thunder sounds outside as the rain hitting the roof gets more intense.
>"You wanna chill for a bit with me? Maybe watch TV?" Candy offers.
"N-no..."
>The breaking of your voice cannot be ignored now.
>So much pressure from so many different directions forcing you to not mean it when you say no.
>"It's okay." She places a hand on your shoulder.
>There goes that feeling again, there's really no way you can think to describe it at this point.
>Other than... good in the weirdest way.
>The sniffle you give her makes her scooch closer to you, almost bumping her hip into you as she begins to surf through the channels using the remote she had to pick up and put back together lest she get into trouble with you.
>A suddenly loud boom of thunder makes you want to give Candy a hug.
>Like, really badly.
>"I don't really wanna do my homework tonight anyway." Candy says to you. "You can relate, right?"
>Everything she says makes you feel closer to her.
>Everything she does has the same affect.
>What's happening to you?
"Yeah, I can relate." You reply to what she said.
>The longer Candy sits next to you, the less bad you begin to feel.
>You stare at her smooth shoulders in the radiant glow of the TV, now taking more notice of the soft swell of Candy's chest...
>They're a little... bigger than what the girls at your school have.
>A little closer to the direction of the boobs on fully grown women, and you're starting to feel funny about this in particular.
>You're getting a pressing urge to express yourself around her, almost like you want to impress her.
>Except that's overshadowed by how much you feel like you're suffering right now, on the verge of tears as you're too afraid to say anything else lest your breaking voice gives away the weakness you half don't want Candy to know about.
>The other half is glad that she can already tell.
>And you do not understand why.
>You feel as though you've finally been cast outside of the plot of the TV show of your life, banished, exiled...
>And now you're sitting in the in-between realm where you aren't supposed to be, stuck here.
>Forced to really self-reflect in the midst of all your misery.
>But Candy being in here with you gives it a hint of excitement you're not sure if you want to welcome or reject.
>And you're stuck here for a whole 'nother hour.
>Another louder roll of thunder sounds outside as the rain hitting the roof gets more intense.
>"You wanna chill for a bit with me? Maybe watch TV?" Candy offers.
"N-no..."
>The breaking of your voice cannot be ignored now.
>So much pressure from so many different directions forcing you to not mean it when you say no.
>"It's okay." She places a hand on your shoulder.
>There goes that feeling again, there's really no way you can think to describe it at this point.
>Other than... good in the weirdest way.
>The sniffle you give her makes her scooch closer to you, almost bumping her hip into you as she begins to surf through the channels using the remote she had to pick up and put back together lest she get into trouble with you.
>A suddenly loud boom of thunder makes you want to give Candy a hug.
>Like, really badly.
>"I don't really wanna do my homework tonight anyway." Candy says to you. "You can relate, right?"
>Everything she says makes you feel closer to her.
>Everything she does has the same affect.
>What's happening to you?
"Yeah, I can relate." You reply to what she said.
>The longer Candy sits next to you, the less bad you begin to feel.
>You stare at her smooth shoulders in the radiant glow of the TV, now taking more notice of the soft swell of Candy's chest...
>They're a little... bigger than what the girls at your school have.
>A little closer to the direction of the boobs on fully grown women, and you're starting to feel funny about this in particular.
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