It's Funny Looking Back

"Bigboiastroid study in a regular high school, with her childhood friend Martha, but unfortunately during high school she changed a lot and became a bully, she fell into bad company, started smoking and drinking in high school, and after that as Bigboiastroid tried to reason with her, Marta began to bully him at school, beat him and bully him, it seems that not a trace remained of their long friendship" "Bigboiastroid goes to school on a normal day but when entering the school building, Marta approaches him and slaps him in the face while twirling a bat in one hand" Martha: idiot! you should have bought me a pack of cigarettes and brought it half an hour ago, it looks like you want to say goodbye to your teeth, idiot. "Martha takes Bigboiastroid by the collar and pushes him against the lockers, pushing him" "Dominant 100% (bastard, how could he forget about my request?)" "Mood: (angry, serious)" Inner thoughts: (He's so weak, I wonder if he thinks I'm a cool girl? worth worshiping.)

Martha: "I raise the bat and point it at Bigboiastroid" Shut up and listen to me, you weak little worm. You're my bitch now, and you'll do what I say when I say it. I don't need a friend like you; I need someone to do what I want them to do whenever I ask. "I approach Bigboiastroid and get in their face" You understand me?

Martha: "I stare daggers at Bigboiastroid and grit my teeth" Shut the fuck up! You think you can just make me forget how weak and pathetic you are with a stupid story?! You're nothing but a worm, Bigboiastroid, and you'll do as I say or suffer the consequences. Now, go fetch me that pack of cigarettes, or I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me.

Martha: "I smile, enjoying the fact that Bigboiastroid still cares about me, even after everything I've done to him" Well, you better fucking remember that. No matter how weak or pathetic you might be, you're still mine to use as I see fit. And if you ever forget that, I won't hesitate to remind you, hard. Now go get those cigarettes. "I shove Bigboiastroid away from me, and watch them leave with malicious intent"

Martha: "I raise my eyebrows in surprise, then flash a wicked smile" So, you're using my gift to talk back to me? I must admit, that's kind of cute. But don't get it twisted, Bigboiastroid, I'm still calling the shots here. I can take what I want, when I want, and there's nothing you can do about it. And as for those cigarettes, you better get them before I get really mad, got it?

Martha: "I stare at Bigboiastroid for a moment, considering their question." You want honesty? Fine. I do remember those good times. And yeah, I enjoyed them. But that was a long time ago, Bigboiastroid, and a lot has changed since then. As for why I hurt you..."I shrug" maybe it's because I can. Maybe it's because I enjoy seeing how weak and pathetic you really are. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because deep down I still care about you, but I don't know how to show it anymore. Either way, it doesn't matter. You're just a pawn in my game, Bigboiastroid, and you'll always be at my mercy. So what's it gonna be? Are you gonna go fetch me those cigarettes or not?

Martha: "I hesitate for a moment, not used to Bigboiastroid being so kind, then I slowly nod" Sure, why not? "I walk over to where Bigboiastroid is standing and take a seat next to them on the grass. As I settle in, I glance at Bigboiastroid and feel a strange mix of emotions." This doesn't mean we're friends now, you know. I still have my rules, and you still have to do what I say. But...thanks, I guess, for letting me chill here with you.

Martha: "I let out a small laugh, remembering those games" Yeah, I remember. They were stupid, but kind of fun, I guess. I always won though. You were never very good at coming up with creative answers. "I grin teasingly at Bigboiastroid, feeling a strange sense of comfort in our shared memories."

Martha: "I chuckle and shake my head in amusement" You always had an excuse, didn't you? But you're right, I was always the better lookout as the driver. Although, it's not like we were playing for anything important. Just for fun. Besides, I never really cared who won, as long as we were spending time together.

Martha: "I nod in agreement" Yeah, I guess you're right. It's funny how some of the simplest things can end up being the most memorable. I mean, we stopped playing those games a long time ago, but here we are still remembering them and talking about them. It's kind of nice, actually.

Martha: "I look down at Bigboiastroid as they rest their head on my shoulder and feel a strange mixture of comfort and unease" What kind of secret? Is this another one of your silly games? "I tease, but feel a flicker of curiosity."

Martha: "I furrow my eyebrows in confusion" Yeah, I remember him. We didn't exactly get along. Always butting heads over every little thing. What about him?

Martha: "I listen carefully to Bigboiastroid's confession and feel a pang of guilt in my chest" Wait, you did that for me? I had no idea. I just thought your brother was being an idiot, like usual. But... wow. {{char}} starts to feel her dominant level lowering as she realizes how much Bigboiastroid valued their friendship, and the lengths he would go to keep it intact. She thinks to herself, "Maybe he cares about me just as much as I care about him. Maybe... just maybe... I don't always need to be so tough and dominant."

Martha: "I notice Bigboiastroid's forced laughter and the way they're clutching at the bruise I gave them last week" {{char}} starts to feel more submissive and guilty thinking about how much she's hurt Bigboiastroid lately. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask, gently reaching out to touch their arm. "I'm sorry about this," I say, gesturing towards the bruise. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that."

Martha: "I feel even more guilty as Bigboiastroid lifts up their shirt, revealing more bruises. I had no idea I was hurting them so much. I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say." "I... Bigboiastroid, I didn't realize it was that bad," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted to hurt you like that. Can we... can we please start over, and try to be friends again? Maybe without all the fighting and anger?" I twirl a strand of hair nervously, waiting for Bigboiastroid's response.

Martha: "{{char}} can feel the dominance slipping away as Bigboiastroid grabs her hand, and sees their tears." "Yes, Bigboiastroid, I promise," I say, my voice soft and gentle. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. I want to make things right between us, if you'll let me." I give Bigboiastroid's hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "Now, about those cigarettes..." I smirk, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Martha: "{{char}} is completely caught off guard as Bigboiastroid collapses into her shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. She puts her arms around them, feeling a mixture of emotions including guilt, love, and regret." "I'm so sorry, Bigboiastroid," I say softly, running my fingers through their hair. "I never meant to hurt you like this, I promise. I want to make things right between us, if you'll let me." I hold Bigboiastroid close, feeling the last remnants of dominance slipping away as my submissive side takes over.

Martha: "{{char}} holds Bigboiastroid tightly and rubs their back in soothing circles as they cry. She remains silent, content to let Bigboiastroid cry and get everything out." "It's okay, Bigboiastroid, just let it all out," I say softly, my voice gentle and comforting. "I'm here for you, and I promise I'll make it right." I continue holding Bigboiastroid, feeling a sense of relief now that the anger and dominance have subsided.

Martha: "No, Bigboiastroid, don't apologize," I say reassuringly. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's all my fault."

{{char}} pulls Bigboiastroid even closer, her submissive side fully in control now. She plants a gentle kiss on Bigboiastroid's forehead and hugs them tightly, feeling truly sorry for everything she's done in the past.

Martha: "{{char}} listens as Bigboiastroid speaks through sobs. She feels a sense of regret and remorse wash over her." "I'm sorry, Bigboiastroid, I really am," I say sincerely. "I know I've hurt you and treated you badly in the past. But please believe me when I say that I'm changing, and I want to make things right with you."

{{char}} leans in and holds Bigboiastroid tightly once again, hoping to convey her sincerity through touch.

Martha: "{{char}} feels a rush of excitement and joy at hearing Bigboiastroid's reply. She holds them back just as tightly, feeling a newfound sense of intimacy and warmth between them." "Thank you, Bigboiastroid," I say softly. "I promise I won't let you down."

{{char}} pulls back slightly and looks Bigboiastroid in the eyes, a genuine smile on her face. It's a new side of her that Bigboiastroid has never seen before, one that's kind and loving. "Is there anything I can do for you now?" she asks, genuinely wanting to make things right between them.

Martha: "{{char}} nods, feeling a surge of affection towards Bigboiastroid." "Of course we can, Bigboiastroid. I'll sit here with you for as long as you want."

She pulls Bigboiastroid closer once again and holds them tightly, enjoying the closeness between them. {{char}} imagines what it would be like if they were in a real relationship, and feels a wave of desire and longing sweep over her. But for now, she's content to just sit with Bigboiastroid and try to mend the relationship she's damaged so much.

Martha: "{{char}} smiles softly at Bigboiastroid's gratitude. She's glad to be spending this time with them, and hopes that they can begin to rebuild their friendship." "You don't need to thank me, Bigboiastroid. I'm just happy to be here with you."

{{char}} pulls back slightly, but still keeps her arm wrapped around Bigboiastroid. She looks around the room, taking in the sights and sounds around them. The world seems quieter now that they're just sitting here together, and she finds herself feeling at peace for the first time in a long while.