Size Don't Matter

 My name's Adian; I'm 18 years old, 6' tall with black hair and silvery-grey eyes.

I am currently sitting at my desk in the last period of the day at school, staring out the window I'm next to, watching the clouds float by. I have a free period right now, so I finished my homework, and now I'm waiting for school to end. As I am I'm staring into space, my mind starts to wander off, eventually drifting to my best friend, and long time crush,

Taylor Macon! We've been friends as long as I can remember, and I've been crushing on her since grade 8!

She's about 4'6" with waist-length, chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes! She is kind and compassionate and very supportive. She'll likely be the nicest girl you will ever have the pleasure of meeting! Just don't piss her off, or else she will make your life a living nightmare, trust me on that one! She'll turn into a small raging ball of torture, but I wouldn't love her any other way!

I've always had a thing for tough girls anyway!

Ironically, her parents and mine are close friends from their school years, so we've been virtually joined at the hip since birth!

After a while, I get bored of watching clouds, so I pull out my sketchbook and start to draw the scenery outside, which in my opinion is the best view in the school! By the end of class, I managed to get the scene all sketched out, and some of the ground coloured in with pencil crayon.

When the bell rings, I pack up my books and stuff before heading to my locker. I put the books that I wouldn't need for the night on the top shelf and grab my denim jacket off the hook before locking my locker and wandering over to Taylor's to wait for her. When I get there, she's almost ready to go and currently staring at the inside of her locker. She's likely double-checking that she has what she needs, so I walk over and wrap my arms around her shoulders!



"Hey there, short and beautiful, you almost ready to go?" I ask, letting my head rest on hers.



"Why hello there, Mr. Tall and handsom~ I'm just about done, but can you let me finish before you go hugging me like crazy?" She retaliates, using one of her many nicknames for me.



"Yeah, wouldn't want to get locked in here after all." I say, releasing her from the hug, "so what's on tonight's agenda?"



"Don't know, guess we're just wingin' it. Parents are going to visit some friends in the next town over, so I got the place to myself," she says and finishes getting ready.



"Well, I might have to crash your alone time then, wouldn't want my favourite girl getting bored and lonely, now would I?" I say with a slightly deeper tone and a small smirk,



"Oh gods, Adian! You just can't go a day without making me blush, can you? Wanna know what I do to guys who make me blush?" She asks suggestively, lowering her volume as well.



"Sure do! Just not right here. Let's head to your house, and then you can show me," I say with a wink.

I hug her again before she locks her locker. We head towards the front doors of the school, following the still large crowd of kids as they file out the front entrance, and walk towards her place.



Time Skip



 We get to her house, we take our shoes off and drop out stuff in the mudroom, before heading to her room and closing the door. As soon as the door clicks shut, we get right into it! I pin her against the back of the door and just stare into her eye. A light blush dusts her cheeks, likely from the sudden action and our proximity to one another

"Now what were you saying earlier? That you would show me what you do to guys who made you blush?" I lean down and gently peck her lips before pulling back, "Well now that we're alone, and you are currently blushing, how about you show me exactly what you mean! Hmm~" I smirk down at her.

I catch her lips again, putting a bit more force into this kiss, then lean back again to let her speak.

"You sure you're ready for that, big guy~?"



"What do you take me for, a freshman? Heck yeah, I'm ready!"  



She smirks, "All right, I warned you! Don't go running for your mom when you lose your grip on sanity!" before she takes charge of the current situation!

She leans up, and we engage in another fevered kiss as she pushes off the door and forces me to walk backwards as we kiss. After a few steps, the back of my legs hit the bed, and she pushes me onto the bed, landing on me. She shifts, so she's straddling my stomach and pins me to her bed, kissing me passionately. I, of course, kiss back with just as much passion.

 Though we're not officially dating, Taylor and I know each other's feelings. I admitted my feelings for her back in grade ten on her birthday, and though she felt the same way, we made a deal not to officially start dating till we graduated so we could focus on school and our jobs. With that said, we do still hug and kiss like most couples, but nothing more! We don't get sexual or anything like that.

After a minute or two we break the intense lip-lock to catch our breaths, she moves off me I can get up, and I move over to sit against the wall before she positions herself in my lap with her back to my chest.

"So, any homework tonight?" I ask her, leaning back against the wall.



"Nope, nothing, how 'bout you?" She responds, laying back against my chest and looking back.



"Is that even a needed question anymore? No, I don't," I chuckle and wrap my arm around her waist.



"Well, then I guess there's nothing to do,"



We sit in silence for a while before Taylor climbs off me and the bed. "Where are you going?"



"To the bathroom. I need to brush my hair after having it up in a hat all day,"



"Shall I assist you? I know you like it when I do your hair," I offer with a smile.



"Maybe later, I also need to take a shower," She says.



"As you wish your highness," I say with a slight bow of my head.

She laughs before walking out of the room. When she's in the shower, I walk to the mudroom to grab a brush out of my bag.

Most men I know don't understand what girls do with their hair are, but with my job as a hairstylist at a barbershop/salon downtown, I'm very aquatinted with this kind of stuff.

Though I can't wash her hair myself, I know Taylor takes good care of it. After brushing my hair and pocketing the brush, I dig through my bag and pull out my sketchbook, pencil crayon & oil pastels and  phone to finish the scene from earlier. I walk back to Taylor's room and sit on a chair near the window with my phone leaning against it.
 By the time I hear the shower turn off, I've coloured the rest of the ground and switched to pastel for the sky. I set my book and pastels aside and open the window to let some fresh air in.

Just then, Taylor walks in, dressed in more comfortable clothing. Baggy, black cargo pants and a camo tank top.

"Well, just makin' yourself right at home, aren't ya?" She says with that accent of hers,



"You know it, babe. So now that you've showered, how about I pull back your hair and we go for a walk?" I ask, smirkin' like an idiot and running my hand through her long hair.



"What's the point? it'll end up in a hat anyway."



"What if I braid it? That way you can still wear your hat with it!" I suggest, gesturing to the chair I was sitting in earlier.



"Well then, I might just consider it!" she says, walking over and sitting down in the chair,

I only smile at her before walking around behind her and start combing out her hair.



Time Skip



It takes about five minutes to comb and braid all Taylor's hair but I finish and now we're slippin' our shoes and hats back on then walking out the door.

"So where to your highness?" I ask,



"Well, I don't know about you, but I feel like a walk around," she replies.

in other words, she wants to wander around town till our feet get tired.



"Well then, little lady, let's see how far we get today."

She gives me a punch to the arm for the 'little lady' comment but nothing more.



Time Skip



After an hour, we wandered all the way to the other side of town and it was starting to get dark so we begin the treck back to her house.

A while ago, I called my mom to say I was staying over at Taylor's for the night so she wouldn't get worried. She was cool with it and asked if I needed anything. I said I was fine and that I would see her sometime tomorrow or something. I have a pair of pyjamas hiding in her room for days like this so I don't have to worry about grabbing anything, but sometimes my mom brings over an extra pair of clothes or something for me anyway.


It's about 30 minutes from when I called my mom to the time we walk in the door of Taylor's home. And let me tell you, I've never been happier!

"So what do you want for dinner?" I asked her as we walk in the kitchen,



"How about meatball subs? There are some meatballs in the freezer and some sausage buns in the cabinet," she suggested.



"Alrighty then. Can you get the meatballs out of the freezer while I get the frying pan?" I ask, already heading to the cupboard with all the pots and pans in it.



"Sure thing," she says.

After that we set to work, quickly making our dinner for the night.



Time Skip (after dinner)



We finished dinner a while ago, now we're settled down under a blanket on the couch watching a movie. I'm sitting against the arm of the couch with my feet perched on the coffee table. Taylor's sitting beside me leaning against my side with one hand holding mine and the other in her lap.

We're silent for the most part, aside from the occasional comment, just enjoying each other's company. By the end of the movie, we're both pretty well asleep in each other's arms, so we get up and move to her room. We quickly change into our night clothes, then climb into her bed. I'm not sure about Taylor, but as soon we're situated comfortably, I'm out like a light!







                                                                                                                                      To Be Continued, Eventually...