// Just a pre-word. I don't know how much of a problem this will be, but there will be some "BDSM type" of things in this, minus any actual sexual actions like sex or fingering. It will mostly just th be the idea of Little Space. If it's a problem, I can instantly drop that aspect out ^.^ \\
Vivienne Jane was a childish teenager, a senior in high school, but acted like a 3-5 year old or like a "kitten" half of the time. Though it didn't bug her, her band, or her boyfriend- her parents were business tycoons and weren't home enough to really notice it. It was her Little Space kicking in during school that made things difficult. Being the lead singer in her own band, Throwing Roses, she had to keep her grades up so she can get her band into one of the most elite musical colleges in the world. But she managed.
She narrowed her eyes as an she tried to fix her microphone. "Ugh! Why is... it not... going to... the right... height?!" The 17 year old growled, yanking on the pole as she tried to lower it for her 5'1 height.
"Let me help you, Kitten." A taller male, her boyfriend, laughed, kissing Vivienne's forehead. The girl meowed and smiled. "Thank you, Love." She hugged him and kissed his chest. He nodded and fixed the microphone before picking her up and putting him in the back of his car. "You're coming to my house for dinner."
Vivienne happily hummed and let him buckle her in. "Otay~" As she sat in the seat and he drove, she watched the signs and terrain. She must have fallen asleep as she felt her boyfriend shake her gently.
Vivienne Jane was a childish teenager, a senior in high school, but acted like a 3-5 year old or like a "kitten" half of the time. Though it didn't bug her, her band, or her boyfriend- her parents were business tycoons and weren't home enough to really notice it. It was her Little Space kicking in during school that made things difficult. Being the lead singer in her own band, Throwing Roses, she had to keep her grades up so she can get her band into one of the most elite musical colleges in the world. But she managed.
She narrowed her eyes as an she tried to fix her microphone. "Ugh! Why is... it not... going to... the right... height?!" The 17 year old growled, yanking on the pole as she tried to lower it for her 5'1 height.
"Let me help you, Kitten." A taller male, her boyfriend, laughed, kissing Vivienne's forehead. The girl meowed and smiled. "Thank you, Love." She hugged him and kissed his chest. He nodded and fixed the microphone before picking her up and putting him in the back of his car. "You're coming to my house for dinner."
Vivienne happily hummed and let him buckle her in. "Otay~" As she sat in the seat and he drove, she watched the signs and terrain. She must have fallen asleep as she felt her boyfriend shake her gently.