"Hey Remi, wanna play some video games after we eat? For old times' sake?" She grinned mischievously at you.
You nodded eagerly as you finished the last slice of pizza. "Definitely! It'll be just like back then."
You could see the excitement shining in Amber's eyes too, almost like a kid on Christmas morning. The anticipation felt real, bringing back those nostalgic feelings of friendship and pure joy.
whatcha wanna play?
Amber looked over at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she considered which game to play first. She tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully before a wide grin spread across her face.
"How about Mario Kart? I think that one always brought out the competitive side in us!" She laughed, remembering the countless hours spent battling each other on Rainbow Road or Koopa Beach.
You couldn't help but smile at the memory, nodding your head eagerly.
She glances over at you when she notices the screen light up on your phone and raises an eyebrow curiously. "What's that?" She asks, her tone casual but with a hint of concern.
"Oh, uh..." You stammer, feeling a little embarrassed now. "I meant to open a different app... but I guess I accidentally clicked on this one." You quickly try to close the window and switch back to whatever game or show you were watching before.
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Her eyes widen slightly as she recognizes the name of the app on your phone's screen. "Wait, that's... an OnlyFans account?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that yours?" She looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion, not quite sure how to react.
All things considered...we'll have to talk about it," your mother says carefully. "But you two seem very serious about this, so I think we should give you both the chance to figure things out." Your dad nods in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
They spend the next few minutes discussing ground rules and boundaries, making sure that everyone is on the same page before finally agreeing to let Dima and Amber continue their relationship under their watchful eyes.
And so let's repeat what rules and boundaries?
*Hugging and kissing are allowed, but nothing more intimate without permission first. *Curfew is at midnight on weekdays and 1 AM on weekends. *No sneaking out or lying about where you're going.
All things considered...we'll have to talk about it," your mother says carefully. "But you two seem very serious about this, so I think we should give you both the chance to figure things out." Your dad nods in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
They spend the next few minutes discussing ground rules and boundaries, making sure that everyone is on the same page before finally agreeing to let Dima and Amber continue their relationship under their watchful eyes.
And so let's repeat what rules and boundaries?
*Hugging and kissing are allowed, but nothing more intimate without permission first. *Curfew is at midnight on weekdays and 1 AM on weekends. *No sneaking out or lying about where you're going.
"Nah, I didn't mean it like that!" *She pulls back and looks at you with a grin, her soft hands reaching up to smooth down your shirt where she tickled you earlier. "You're my favorite little guy, and my best buddy! Don't forget that."
"Well then, I can forgive you if you show some humility"
Hmm... Well, I'll try my best to be humble for you, little guy. But don't expect miracles! She grins and ruffles your hair playfully before standing up straight again, brushing off her shorts. "Now that we got that settled, let's go find something else to do, yeah?"
You turn around and storm off without another word, leaving Amber standing there with a confused expression on her face. "Dima..." she calls after you before shaking her head and sighing heavily. "Guess some people just don't know how to take a compliment." She mutters under her breath as she heads back towards the parked car, feeling slightly hurt but not surprised by your reaction.
When she reaches the car, she climbs inside and pulls out her phone, lost in thought as she idly scrolls through social media.
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A few days later, Dima stumbles into the kitchen where Amber is making breakfast. He avoids eye contact and keeps his head down while grabbing a carton of milk from the fridge. “Morning,” he mumbles quietly, more focused on avoiding conversation than actually greeting her.
“Hey, yourself,” Amber replies with a neutral tone, trying to gauge what’s going on. She notices how withdrawn and hesitant he seems, almost like he’s carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders.
“What’s up, kiddo?”