The Babysitter
Jacob pulled out his DS, fully investing his attention on the bright screen and chirping game noises.
Sam started walking. He climbed up to the fabric of his blue Pokémon shirt, pulling himself up to the giant kid's chest. The shirt was a little small. Sam stood up on Jacob's exposed belly. He could feel weird vibrations underneath his bare feet. Sam was in awe. They felt like tiny earthquakes. He heard a low rumbling sound, a sound a tiny plane might make. The tiny teen was confused. What is that sound?
It came to him like a lightbulb moment. It was the giant boy's stomach growling. He certainly must be hungry; they never had dinner together. Jacob was pooped from his long and exciting day, so tired in fact that he'd missed dinner and fallen straight asleep. Sam looked up at the kid's soft face. "I'm sorry, dude. I'll get back to normal and get you something to eat," Sam said, more to Jacob than to himself. Sam ventured onward, up the boy's chest on his t-shirt.
Balance was incredibly difficult on this new terrain. With Jacob's chest rising and falling with each breath, the ground beneath the teen was unstable. Plus, Jacob's head was resting on his pillow, making the boy's upper body slope upwards. A couple times, Sam lost his balance and slid down. But both times, he got back up and kept walking. He hopped off of Jacob's t-shirt and landed back on the warm, squishy skin near the base of his neck.
He felt the ground beneath him tense. "Oh no," Sam said.
Jacob was feeling thirsty. Like an itch in the back of his throat he just couldn't quench.
Sam heard the giant kid slam his DS shut. The boy sat up. Sam yelled at him to stop, but it was no use. Jacob got out of bed and stood up, leaving Sam dangling from the collar of his shirt. The tiny teen was plastered up against Jacob's chest and beating heart, holding on for dear life. He knew a fall from this height would mean certain death. Sam watched as the giant kid jumped down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. It was a rocky journey for Sam, but he held on tight.
Jacob, thirsty from his long day, grabbed a glass and filled it with orange juice. He licked his lips. Sam watched as the boy brought the glass to his lips and drank. Hanging on Jacob's neck, the tiny teen got an up-close view of Jacob's large gulps. He could almost hear juice rushing down the boy's esophagus as his throat bobbed with each swallow.
"Certainly he must notice me dangling here!" Sam shouted up at the giant sarcastically. But Jacob was unfazed by the shouts of the tiny teen. He brought his drink down in front of him and started to lumber up to his bedroom. When Jacob first made his way down the stairs, Sam struggled to hold on as the boy bounced down the wooden steps. But now, the juice gave him a sugar rush. The giant kid excitedly hopped up the steps to his bedroom, giving Sam a wild ride.
The tiny lurched back and forth, feeling like his arms were about to rip off. He looked down again, seeing the fall to the ground. Only now he could see a pool of orange juice from above.
Jacob suddenly jumped up to the top of the stairs, clearing several steps. Sam's arms simply couldn't bear his weight any more.n Sam fell, screaming. He braced himself for the inevitable SPLAT of his body hitting the hardwood floor. But it never came. Instead, Sam felt his body fall into a cold pool. He swam to the top, gasping for air, still in shock. The tiny teen was knocked back under by a wave of liquid. He returned to the surface and gasped for air again.
Blinded, he only heard the sound of rushing water beneath him. He rubbed his eyes and opened them.
Everything was... orange.
Sam started walking. He climbed up to the fabric of his blue Pokémon shirt, pulling himself up to the giant kid's chest. The shirt was a little small. Sam stood up on Jacob's exposed belly. He could feel weird vibrations underneath his bare feet. Sam was in awe. They felt like tiny earthquakes. He heard a low rumbling sound, a sound a tiny plane might make. The tiny teen was confused. What is that sound?
It came to him like a lightbulb moment. It was the giant boy's stomach growling. He certainly must be hungry; they never had dinner together. Jacob was pooped from his long and exciting day, so tired in fact that he'd missed dinner and fallen straight asleep. Sam looked up at the kid's soft face. "I'm sorry, dude. I'll get back to normal and get you something to eat," Sam said, more to Jacob than to himself. Sam ventured onward, up the boy's chest on his t-shirt.
Balance was incredibly difficult on this new terrain. With Jacob's chest rising and falling with each breath, the ground beneath the teen was unstable. Plus, Jacob's head was resting on his pillow, making the boy's upper body slope upwards. A couple times, Sam lost his balance and slid down. But both times, he got back up and kept walking. He hopped off of Jacob's t-shirt and landed back on the warm, squishy skin near the base of his neck.
He felt the ground beneath him tense. "Oh no," Sam said.
Jacob was feeling thirsty. Like an itch in the back of his throat he just couldn't quench.
Sam heard the giant kid slam his DS shut. The boy sat up. Sam yelled at him to stop, but it was no use. Jacob got out of bed and stood up, leaving Sam dangling from the collar of his shirt. The tiny teen was plastered up against Jacob's chest and beating heart, holding on for dear life. He knew a fall from this height would mean certain death. Sam watched as the giant kid jumped down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. It was a rocky journey for Sam, but he held on tight.
Jacob, thirsty from his long day, grabbed a glass and filled it with orange juice. He licked his lips. Sam watched as the boy brought the glass to his lips and drank. Hanging on Jacob's neck, the tiny teen got an up-close view of Jacob's large gulps. He could almost hear juice rushing down the boy's esophagus as his throat bobbed with each swallow.
"Certainly he must notice me dangling here!" Sam shouted up at the giant sarcastically. But Jacob was unfazed by the shouts of the tiny teen. He brought his drink down in front of him and started to lumber up to his bedroom. When Jacob first made his way down the stairs, Sam struggled to hold on as the boy bounced down the wooden steps. But now, the juice gave him a sugar rush. The giant kid excitedly hopped up the steps to his bedroom, giving Sam a wild ride.
The tiny lurched back and forth, feeling like his arms were about to rip off. He looked down again, seeing the fall to the ground. Only now he could see a pool of orange juice from above.
Jacob suddenly jumped up to the top of the stairs, clearing several steps. Sam's arms simply couldn't bear his weight any more.n Sam fell, screaming. He braced himself for the inevitable SPLAT of his body hitting the hardwood floor. But it never came. Instead, Sam felt his body fall into a cold pool. He swam to the top, gasping for air, still in shock. The tiny teen was knocked back under by a wave of liquid. He returned to the surface and gasped for air again.
Blinded, he only heard the sound of rushing water beneath him. He rubbed his eyes and opened them.
Everything was... orange.