❤️ 🥺 Could We Fool Around? 🥺 ❤️ (F4M) (Stuttering Girlfriend) (Coming Home After a Night Out) (You Wait Up for Me) (We Need to Talk)

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Okay, here we go. Sorry about this, Rana. You're fine.

Hey, I'm guessing you're the boyfriend? We haven't met officially yet. He waited up for you while you went out and got drunk.

I'm pretty sure that's boyfriend material. I know, but I don't like to assume. See? He said assume.

Okay, princess. Nighty-night for you. Here's your precious cargo, and good night.

Hi, Ramona. Thank you. Hi.

Did you have a fun night? It was good. Is it okay if I lean on you, though? My hands just keep going a little loose.

Is it possible to get a hangover within minutes of drinking alcohol? Because I swear this started as soon as I did that. I know, but I don't want to be a bummer.

Every way it was just drinking. I don't want to bring the mood down. Thank you for waiting up for me.

You're a very nice boyfriend. I think I need to sit down now. Thank you.

It was really good. Everybody noticed. They said your stutter was pretty much good.

And I said, yeah, I've been having lessons. And they're actually working. It's funny how that works, huh? It's almost like practice makes perfect.

I'm sorry you had to wait up for me. I can't drink anymore. I guess it makes me even more tired than usual.

I'm tired, though. I'll never appreciate your furniture more than you've been away from it. You know? It's not a problem.

It was just something I thought. I thought other things, too. Alcohol makes you do that.

And you know what I thought? I have something to ask you. And I don't want you to answer straight away if you're not sure what your answer might be.

But I really, really want to ask you. Would you still like me if I was a worm? What? Why are you laughing? You're not making me feel reassured.

I mean, you wouldn't like me if I was a worm. I had a dream. It was kind of like reality in that in the dream my stutter basically went away.

Then one day I woke up and I was a worm. You were really shocked. It was like, this is not good.

I just overcame my speech impairment and now this. I was wondering that while we were drinking. I shouldn't drink alcohol.

I know it's stupid, but I like you so much. The dream was so real. I was a worm.

And I worked so hard to speak properly. And you liked me. Even though it took a while.

Then I turned into a worm and I ruined it. And now I'm making a mess of you. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm a worm. I know, but I feel like a worm.

And I know it's because I had a dream. It really scared me. And I don't want to be a worm.

I don't want to. I want to keep working hard. I want to keep talking.

I want you to be my boyfriend. I say that just to make me feel better. I promise.

Okay. I still wanted to. I was supposed to come back here with such courage and be like, Hey, you know how it's taken months to even, like, hold hands and, Huh?

Well, like, fool around or something. Now I've cried on you. I wish two of you would still like me if I was a worm.

Why did you go out with me? Hey, I'm a worm. I'm not stuttering anymore, but I'm a worm.

I'm a wriggly, messy, Wallowing in the dirt worm. Terrible taste. What? I don't know if I want to hear your answer.

You'd really still like me if I was a worm? That makes me really happy. Happier than it's probably healthy.

But oh well. What is healthy, anyway? You can't ask someone if they'd still love you if you were a worm, Are they even really your boyfriend?

Thank you. For being you. Hmm? Oh, don't remind me.

Now I'm a little stupid. Because one, I know you. You're not gonna fool around with somebody who's inebriated.

And two, I don't really feel like fooling around. I feel silly and like I just want to lay down in the dark. I'm sorry I'm me.

You're not. I told you your taste is questionable. We'll lay down in the dark together.

I'll be your little worm. I learned to speak and that's what I say. I should have stayed a starter boy.

Red kisses are always welcome. They're a worm's favorite. I don't want to kiss you and stuff, it's just.

.. It goes so slow and. ..

I take such a long time with everything. I just thought if I put alcohol on my system I'd be like, Come on! Let's do this! And instead it triggered my anxiety and was like, Ah, yes, well, but.

.. What if you were a worm? Hmm? Yeah.

Alcohol does not make me slutty. Just makes me silly. Even more than usual.

I overcame speech in the coffee shop. I just feel like I keep letting my anxiety skin the weight of this. And it's really exhausting.

We will do it though. One day, right? I know.

I know we will. Because I love you. I think if you still like me if I was a worm that probably means you love me too.