Under the story there seems to be a hidden meaning. There is no hidden substance in it.

A story that will make you look at 'Watermelon' differently again.

-- Banggal(@pannioa)

OH WATERMELON

Guava and watermelon

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...I quite like messy things...

That's me. I'm Tisha Myers. Everyone calls me Sam. Sam, short for Samantha, is my grandmother's name. When I mention the name Sam, people at school think of something terrible I've done. I don't think so. That it's evil because everyone is doing it, but they don't say it openly like I do.

I had my first drink when I was fourteen. Some people experiment with it even younger. I only tried it because I was curious as to why so many people were drinking it. Even though they know how bad it is. I had liquor. I had a glass. I poured it full and drank it all. I was young and didn't know that I should mix something to make it easier to drink. I also didn't know that I shouldn't drink it on an empty stomach. The results were terrible.

Of course I felt in control but it felt like I was dying every second. I felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, the heat inside my stomach. But even then, I now know why they like to drink it so much. Is it delicious? I think that's right if you drink it for a long time. Not only that, alcohol also makes the atmosphere around you more fun.

Another time was when I tried smoking, that was really not good. But I only found out when I tried it that I wouldn't get addicted to it the first time I smoked it. I asked a friend for a cold cigarette. I tried smoking a few more packs after that but soon saw how bad it was. When I tried to drink the hot curry, I choked violently.

The coughing didn't stop. I knew immediately that something in my body wasn't as good as before. After that, I quit smoking. And don't think about it again.

I stopped wondering about alcohol and cigarettes, now I have some doubts. But it's something inside of me. It's not another external factor...

I would like to say that I am just a curious girl and it is only me who can answer those doubts through trial and error. Right now I am enjoying my life. Try to make your girlfriend Misguided, but this child was raised too well to do anything rash to me, to the point that sometimes I still wonder how we could be lovers. And 'Taengmo' has never suspected anything similar to me. or

“Sam, why are you staring at my face?” Tangmo said, making me realize that I was accidentally staring at her face and was thinking about something.

Watermelon is a junior at school. She is sixteen years old, a year younger than me besides having an oval face. Naturally large dark eyes and deep dimples add to the cuteness. Tangmo is also quite sensitive and sensitive, contrary to her image of being an innocent little girl. The fact that she is a person who knows Always causing problems.

She knows when people are lying and gets upset when little things appear. That's probably why she's dating me. A straight Canadian half-breed is a fan.

But now I'm hesitant to be honest. Is it good like every time? If I say exactly what I think, will Taengmo accept it?

That's it...if I'm wondering if the kid in front of me will be able to accept it. Why don't you answer her directly?

“I want to have something with you.”

I answer honestly I secretly hope to try the taste of watermelon soon. This feeling has been building up in me since my teenage years. I recently found myself looking at my girlfriend and imagining her body without clothes. This is what I'm wondering about.

I often have that feeling when I'm with you. And luckily, I wasn't like this with anyone. In the beginning, I tried to keep these feelings hidden. Because I didn't know what to do about it, but after counting that the two of us had been together for almost a year, I started to have doubts again.

Will Watermelon have these feelings?

So you don't want to feel or make love? (It's a word I don't quite understand.) What feelings will it give us?

Watermelon went silent and I continued to stare at her like I always have. We were sitting at an ice cream shop not far from school and on our way home. Tangmo lived with her father, who was a pilot, in a condo not far from here. My house was just a short walk away. Wow We go home together every day, sometimes stopping to get something to eat. like today

My girlfriend wants to eat ice cream and I have a duty to please her, but I'm not sure if she can't eat anything right now.

As the minutes passed, my throat started to feel bad, I tried to tell myself to keep calm and take it easy. That's poor Sam. I can't read her like she reads me. She's quite secretive, which is another thing that makes us get along well. She feels safe when I'm open. And I feel challenged that Watermelon always has something interesting to explore. I really can't guess how exactly what I said just now made you feel.

Maybe just shocked –Perhaps even to the point of disgust.

"I'm only sixteen," he finally muttered. Before he pursed his lips tightly, causing dimples on both sides to appear.

...Ah, you used your girlishness to deal with me... That made it even harder to guess how she really felt.

“Yes, you are sixteen and I am seventeen. But can't we have sex because she's a child and you're still a child?”

“It's not like that. If we talk about appropriateness, it's... Wait, aren't you trying to spoil me?" I laughed as soon as I heard that. She can change the subject as soon as she wants.

"Look, girl, you've started losing people since you started dating me." I put our conversation on hold for the time being, while Watermelon lowered her head and ate the ice cream in her cup. I didn't give up but I was thinking about what to say when an idea came into my head as fast as lightning. “Are you going anywhere tomorrow on Saturday?” I asked.

“No, I don't go out often. You know that, right?" I nodded.

“Is Father home tomorrow?” I asked and Tangmo shook his head. As soon as she understood the meaning of the question, she immediately looked up and looked at me, as if knowing what I was going to say next. Which he probably really knows. “Tomorrow, can you go sit in her room?”

This might shock me because I don't usually take it easy, but no one can understand my meaning. Or is it that a quick-witted child like you doesn't understand the question? I don't want to force you or play games with you. Just wondering if she doesn't feel the way I do. And this should give me some answers. Now you have to answer, yes or no. I really want to know whether you'll agree or not.

The two of us looked at each other and remained silent for a moment. The other party is thinking about the answer. My heart raced with excitement. Suddenly, the watermelon disappeared from my sight. Scooping up the ice cream, she took a bite and looked at me again. She let out a soft sound. It's so lovely to listen to.

"okay"

We met the next morning. I had been to Taengmo's condo many times before. She has also been to my house. My family knows the status of my relationship with Tangmo. But I'm not sure if your father knows that we're too young to care about those things right now. I arrived with a large box of orange juice. I handed it to Watermelon when she came down to pick me up.

She was dressed in casual clothes: a white short-sleeved shirt with four buttons, similar to a male student's short-sleeved shirt, and light orange cloth shorts with her long hair tied loosely. The faint smell of soap said she had recently taken a shower. My heart was beating fast and my brain was a bit messy this morning, so I grabbed the watermelon's left hand and held it in my hands. Tighten it up. And it helped a lot as we finally reached the top of the room.

“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” Tangmo asked me as she put the orange juice in the refrigerator.

"I've eaten, what about you?"

“I already ate,” he said and sat down next to me on the sofa.

We were silent for several more minutes, I put my phone on silent. The TV itself was not turned on in such a tall building. There was definitely no noise of cars on the road to disturb. The only sound was the soft breathing of the two of us alternating back and forth.

“Come here.”

I said before gently pulling the other person's small arm up to sit on my lap. The two of us were facing the same direction. I could smell the scent of soap more clearly and wanted to sniff it closer as I buried my nose on her shoulder. Inhaling the delightful scent, then moving to my cheek, I kissed her again for a long time. Sitting side by side like this, I could feel that Watermelon was not a small child. She was a hundred and sixty six, only two centimeters taller than me.

She is sixteen years old and is just beginning puberty. Even though I am at that age myself, the growth of a Thai person and a half-breed like me is different. While she looks cute for her age I looked like a twenty-two year old girl even though I was just seventeen and I wanted to take a closer look at her face.

I told Watermelon to turn around and she did. She still sits on my lap. Actually, I'm hunched over right now. I examined her closely, using my nose to touch her cheek. It must have tickled me because the watermelon laughed.

"I've never done this to anyone before," I said and smiled. The child above me smiled back at me. Have I told you how much I fell in love with your smile? Mouth like this, cheeks like this, where else will your dimples appear? I can't imagine finding anything like this anywhere else.

"I haven't asked yet. I'm already warm."

“I'm not hot...I'm just telling you..Yesterday, why did you agree? You can refuse, right now it's still too late.” Tangmo shook his head.

“No, I agreed to tell you yesterday. I don't know why. But when you stared at me, it was different from when you said you'd tried drinking. Have you ever tried smoking? So I agreed...besides, do you want me to do this to other people or not?”

“There is reason.”

I spoke in a whisper and slowly closed the space between us, our lips close together, but only for a moment. I just touched her lightly but not kissed. There was something else I wanted to do. If we are going to learn about each other's bodies, we must learn them part by part. I don't want to be in a hurry. This is my first time and it's your first time too. I don't want things to go by so quickly.

I slowly unbuttoned her buttons one by one, from the top, first, second, third, but before reaching the last button, the white shirt slowly came off, revealing something interesting before the black underwear and cleavage. White and pink, I buried my face in the middle of her chest, releasing everything that was blocking us from each other. Gradually, I breathed in the sweet scent of watermelon.

When satisfied with one point, move to another point, chasing the nose continuously. When you think you've sniffed enough, it's time to taste it.

I scroll up to the old spot where my lips were, thin and devoid of color, but still pretty pink. I start from there. From just soft lips touching until when I started making it rough and you responded back to it. This was hard for both of us, I broke my mouth watermelon. Until we had to stop and laugh at each other. You and I overlooked that.

There's still time to apologize today.

There was no more space left between the two of us. I led Tangmelon to lie back on the sofa. A feeling pervaded the both of us. I felt like I was walking down a walkway made of sweet, fruity marshmallows, inviting but getting lost. I walked away and was lost in circles, trying to find a way out, but came back to the same point, knowing only the softness and depth. But I no longer know what the outside world looks like.

The light orange cloth that had been twisted to obscure my passageway was removed. I found myself amazed after that. I tried my best to find a way out for myself, but I only found a path that led me to intoxication. I tried to touch drugs like cigarettes and alcohol, but they were empty.

It's useless and doesn't invite you to fall in love. Unlike this, I found out in the end that I fell in love with it, today I found something that is not addictive. But it's inviting you to get addicted right in front of you.

We finished all activities satisfactorily. Me and Tangmo put our clothes back on and the orange juice I held in our hands was placed in front of us along with two glasses. The TV was turned on and we moved through the channels until we found a movie channel that was showing an interesting movie.

"I'm sorry," I said before Tangmo looked back with puzzled eyes. "In my mouth. I'm sorry. Do you want to put medicine on it? I'll put it on for you."

“Ah, it's a little small, like a hot wound. Why would you take the medicine?” he asked, laughing.

“Is that too much?”

"yes"

“Sorry,” I laughed. “What should I eat this afternoon?”

"I don't know. I'll have to Google it first."

“Are you a Google housewife? Surely you can make a living. The last time she cooked for me, she almost set my house on fire.” We both burst out laughing as we thought of the first time I brought watermelon to that unhappy home. Today it has become a joke. “Okay...so what if you cook this lunch?

What are the two of us going to do this afternoon?”

Watermelon turned his head to meet my eyes and we were silent again. But this time her eyesight changed. I got the answer that Tangmelon actually has different feelings. She's just better at collecting them than me and thinks it's inappropriate to express them when we're in front of each other. There is no need for us to keep it. What's more fun than solving the question is that I prepared The afternoon activities are already in my head.

I definitely won't let today pass easily.

With accumulated stress, this happens. I suddenly felt like I wanted to write something a little more sinister.

Anyone who is waiting for a fic to update, I apologize. Haha.

Actually, Sam Wright himself did not describe his appearance. But in our hearts, we are modeled after a mixed-race celebrity.

The initials ㅈ ㅅ ㅁ and the watermelon were modeled after the girl that Wright had been obsessed with for nearly two years. Former trainee from Pink Lab, initials ㅎ ㄹ

Why make it difficult? 555555 Let's join together at Guava and watermelon Have fun.

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