Your best friend

Just as the TV hums to life with the game concole’s logo, you hear the sound of the front door open downstairs. You freeze in place, listening hard with your hand hovering over the controller. At the bottom of the steps you hear a man’s voice.

“Hello? Anybody home?”

Crap, it’s your good friend Alex! The guy practically lives in your house with how often he visits and now he’s here to see you. Except now you aren’t YOU!

“I…”

Even trying to lower you voice, it still sounds like a girl trying to fake a boy’s voice. You clamp both hands over your mouth… over the puffy, full pads of your lips; to stop yourself before you say something stupid. You can NOT be here. He can’t think you’re home or he’ll never leave. Frantically you jab at the power button on the game but it’s still in the middle of its startup and ignores you.

“…fuck…”

You hiss angrily at it as Alex calls again, sounding concerned. You can hear his first few steps up the stairs. You’ve got seconds and then he’ll be here! Lying will only make things more complicated; its far better to hide. Your closet is open and overflowing with clothes and junk. Under your bed has too much clutter too and besides, you aren’t sure you’d fit with the ridiculously large milk-makers still swaying heavily on your chest. With a final shrug of your soft, slender shoulders; you decide that the best place might just be right out in the open. With a **** leap, you dive back into bed and bunch the blankets up around you.

If you’re lucky, Alex will just assume that you’re all part of the unmade bedding. He’ll come in, glance around and LEAVE! This plan would never work at your usual size but you’re much smaller now. It could work. It HAS to!

“Bro?”

You find yourself holding your breath as Alex finally pushes the door open and steps into the room. Maybe it’s your size, maybe it’s the fact that you’re hiding. But he sounds huge as he clomps across your room to make sure that you aren’t just kneeling beside your dresser or something.

“Bro? You here? It’s Alex! …. Yo, dickface!!”

He’s getting louder and louder the longer that he can’t find you. A hint of concern starts to creep into his voice. It would be a bit touching if you didn’t just want him to go the fuck away.

“Games on… You can’t be that far… Guess I could call him…”

You can hear him step back into the hall as he starts typing in your number. Beneath the covers, however, you could just hit yourself. You phone! How could you forget that? If it goes off in the middle of your room then he’ll spend the next couple of hours waiting or even worse, searching for you. You listen hard; painfully aware that you’ve got just instants to act.