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Chapter 5 by TeratonArm TeratonArm

How does Amy spell trouble for you? Is she the eye of the storm of your exposure, or despite your differences will you both end up just as naked?

Bad idea for both of you.

"Come onnnnnnn, Sam! We gotta do something!"

"We are doing something."

"You know what I mean! Something cool."

It wasn't odd for you to have the house to yourself. You found it pretty comfortable, actually. You didn't go out much compared to other people your age, but your parents had work or trips or dates or whatever, and so you got pretty used to being by yourself. What wasn't normal though, was being on your own for the whole weekend. But that's what was happening now! You sit on the couch on a Friday evening, Sun just starting to dip down below the horizon, deciding to start this weekend of freedom binge-watching a popular TV show with your good friend Amy.

Your good friend Amy is less than impressed.

"Seriously, three whole days of no rules and all you can think to do is sit down in front of the TV for a few hours?" Amy is slouching on the corner piece of the couch, eating from a bowl of popcorn with a can of soda very pointedly not on the provided coaster on the table in front of her. "Thanks for the snacks, though," she says through a mouthful. A stray kernel falls into the cleavage of her tank top, and she wipes her hand on her ragged jeans.

"I don't get the TV to myself a lot," you say with a shrug. You're dress plainly in an old t-shirt and sweatpants, having already gotten comfortable for a night in before Amy texted you and you explained your situation. She asked to come over, you said yes, and she arrived, but evidently she had been expecting you to do something a little more active in your time alone. "I don't know why you were expecting me to throw a party or something."

"Ugh, I wasn't going to suggest anything like that," Amy groans, "I just meant like... this is so normal! We could be doing something different right now."

You raise an eyebrow, a little annoyed but a little curious. "Yeah? Like what?" Amy blinks once, apparently not expecting you do to anything other than shut her down. She thinks for a moment before a smile spreads across her face.

"I got it! We should..."

What does Amy have in mind?

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