Friend of a Friend
Cheating Death
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
You shrugged, but again remembered your current situation and size."Err....invite your friend over. I'm sure she'll understand."You cupped your hands over your mouth and yelled. Jaz chuckled and noddd, the small movement from her head creating a small whisp of wind strong enough to knock you off your feet. You were simply awed for that quick moment. People being this big to you now that the most mundane of actions become acts of God. A person tossing a pebble out of their shoe to you is like them picking up an entire country and disposing of it, seeing it as unworthy in their eyes. Crushing a bug, destroying a titanic monster from the depths of mythology. Simply breathing, tempests were formed. You shuddered slightly at how...some people might abuse this power over you. You were insignifigant, a microbe to them, and you could become even smaller if they pleased with the simplest of actions, suh as looming their toe half an inch over you and lowering. But Jaz's words that followed your flow of thought quickly wiped away your doubts, and hurt your ears a little.
"You sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I could always reschedule with her."
"No, no!"You jumped back to your feet and waved your hands."Go right ahead. It's all my fault this...situation happened."You chuckled nervously to yourself. You didn't really believe that, but you did tend to have the worst luck."You sure you're sure, Shorty?"Jaz questioned one last time."I am positive. Invite her over! We could all spend the day together!!"
Jaz laughed once again, the giggles a series of sonic booms that shook the very world around you. Her dark brown eye settled into a happy glint."Okay, okay, Shorty, have it your own damn way! I'll invite Whitney over."
Whitney...Whitney....you vaguely remembered the name. What you could recall that she was another black friend of Jaz, but you barely spoke to her most of the time. The few facts that you know of her is that she is quite shy, only speaking one or two words around a group, and she usually wore a hoodie with the hood tightly pulled over her face to hide it. You guessed that she and Jaz were only friends because of beloved anime. How you loved the japanese and their ways bringing two opposite ends of a spectrum together: Loud, outging Jaz, and quiet, timid Whitney.
The next thirty minutes was a quick process. First, Jaz entered her room and closed her door, leaving you again on the desk and entering her closet, that door shut sadly too. Few minutes later, Jaz came out with her usual attire on: A tight short-sleeve shirt that enunciated her ample chest and depicted an anime character on it, this time Ichigo Kurosaki of Bleach, along with tight blue jeans that revaled her luscious behind, her usual purple sneakers, and her signature glasses. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed up Whitney, inviting her over to her home for the day. She only mentioned you as an 'extra friend'.
The reaming moments was spent awaiting Whitney. Eventually she arrived, only annoucing herself with a few meek knocks lightly on the door. Jaz opened it and happily greeted her, inviting her inside. The two of them, unknowingly three with you included, entered her room. Whitney sat crosslegged on the floor while Jaz rested in her beanbag.
You gazed across the oom, examining Whitney so you could remember her again if she ever arose in your life. She was as tall as Jaz, but nearly as matured in tone of body, but she had equally dark skin. She wore a black hoodie with jeans and boots, and even inside, her hood was pulled over her head in an effort to hide her pitiful face.
Jaz took in a deep breath and sighed."Okay, Whitney, you might want to prepare yourself for this."
"About...w-what?"She asked quietly.
"Its going to...confuse you a little."She chuckled at her own private size joke, with you being the butt of it."You know what happened yesterday, right? The bus accident?"
"Y-yeah...your friend....got hit by it. Rumors are that...his disease activated...he began to....shrink. But, that's not...possible."
Jaz stood up and walked over to her, sitting down beside her."Well, here's all the proof you need."She extended her finger towards Whitney's eye, you resting on the tip of her index finger.
"It's...."She squinted to comprehend your diminuitive stature."A dust speck."
"No, its me, Luke!"You shouted up. Even though your voice was the faintest of whispers, Whitney jumped out of her skin at the sound coming from the so called 'dust speck'. She stuttered een more than usual as she gulped out her rply."T-t-that speck...j-j-just talked!!"She seemed on the verge of tears.
"That's because this...speck, is my bud who got hit yesterday. He kinda...shrank really, really small. But look on the bright side, we're not the shortest people in our circle of friends anymore!!"
"Is he okay...?"Whitney got a bit closer, cautiously looking at you.
"I'm fine."You answered, and she still seemed shocked at the fact that something so small could actually speak to the deities that loomed over it."If not a it...unaccostomed to this new world. Seriously Whitney, your face is like an entire friggin' galaxy to me right now."
"Wow...."She gasped.
"I know, I know, he's the new eight wonder of the world, blah blah blah and all that shit."Jaz interrupted."Now that we're over Shorty here, what do you want to do today, Whitney?"
The shy teenager took her eyes off of you for the moment, as if contemplating this decision ws serious."Umm...ermm.....I...."She seemed stumped at the moment.
"Come on!"Jaz urged a little impatiently.
"Okay....I....."
"You sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I could always reschedule with her."
"No, no!"You jumped back to your feet and waved your hands."Go right ahead. It's all my fault this...situation happened."You chuckled nervously to yourself. You didn't really believe that, but you did tend to have the worst luck."You sure you're sure, Shorty?"Jaz questioned one last time."I am positive. Invite her over! We could all spend the day together!!"
Jaz laughed once again, the giggles a series of sonic booms that shook the very world around you. Her dark brown eye settled into a happy glint."Okay, okay, Shorty, have it your own damn way! I'll invite Whitney over."
Whitney...Whitney....you vaguely remembered the name. What you could recall that she was another black friend of Jaz, but you barely spoke to her most of the time. The few facts that you know of her is that she is quite shy, only speaking one or two words around a group, and she usually wore a hoodie with the hood tightly pulled over her face to hide it. You guessed that she and Jaz were only friends because of beloved anime. How you loved the japanese and their ways bringing two opposite ends of a spectrum together: Loud, outging Jaz, and quiet, timid Whitney.
The next thirty minutes was a quick process. First, Jaz entered her room and closed her door, leaving you again on the desk and entering her closet, that door shut sadly too. Few minutes later, Jaz came out with her usual attire on: A tight short-sleeve shirt that enunciated her ample chest and depicted an anime character on it, this time Ichigo Kurosaki of Bleach, along with tight blue jeans that revaled her luscious behind, her usual purple sneakers, and her signature glasses. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed up Whitney, inviting her over to her home for the day. She only mentioned you as an 'extra friend'.
The reaming moments was spent awaiting Whitney. Eventually she arrived, only annoucing herself with a few meek knocks lightly on the door. Jaz opened it and happily greeted her, inviting her inside. The two of them, unknowingly three with you included, entered her room. Whitney sat crosslegged on the floor while Jaz rested in her beanbag.
You gazed across the oom, examining Whitney so you could remember her again if she ever arose in your life. She was as tall as Jaz, but nearly as matured in tone of body, but she had equally dark skin. She wore a black hoodie with jeans and boots, and even inside, her hood was pulled over her head in an effort to hide her pitiful face.
Jaz took in a deep breath and sighed."Okay, Whitney, you might want to prepare yourself for this."
"About...w-what?"She asked quietly.
"Its going to...confuse you a little."She chuckled at her own private size joke, with you being the butt of it."You know what happened yesterday, right? The bus accident?"
"Y-yeah...your friend....got hit by it. Rumors are that...his disease activated...he began to....shrink. But, that's not...possible."
Jaz stood up and walked over to her, sitting down beside her."Well, here's all the proof you need."She extended her finger towards Whitney's eye, you resting on the tip of her index finger.
"It's...."She squinted to comprehend your diminuitive stature."A dust speck."
"No, its me, Luke!"You shouted up. Even though your voice was the faintest of whispers, Whitney jumped out of her skin at the sound coming from the so called 'dust speck'. She stuttered een more than usual as she gulped out her rply."T-t-that speck...j-j-just talked!!"She seemed on the verge of tears.
"That's because this...speck, is my bud who got hit yesterday. He kinda...shrank really, really small. But look on the bright side, we're not the shortest people in our circle of friends anymore!!"
"Is he okay...?"Whitney got a bit closer, cautiously looking at you.
"I'm fine."You answered, and she still seemed shocked at the fact that something so small could actually speak to the deities that loomed over it."If not a it...unaccostomed to this new world. Seriously Whitney, your face is like an entire friggin' galaxy to me right now."
"Wow...."She gasped.
"I know, I know, he's the new eight wonder of the world, blah blah blah and all that shit."Jaz interrupted."Now that we're over Shorty here, what do you want to do today, Whitney?"
The shy teenager took her eyes off of you for the moment, as if contemplating this decision ws serious."Umm...ermm.....I...."She seemed stumped at the moment.
"Come on!"Jaz urged a little impatiently.
"Okay....I....."
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