The Babysitter
Jacob looked down before he walked any farther. "Why are Sam's clothes here? These aren't mine, this is Sam's shirt," Jacob noticed. The curious boy looked around for any signs of Sam.
But unbeknownst to the giant kid, Sam was right below him. Jacob's foot was an arms length away from him. Sam thought at about it, weighing the pros and cons. After a moment, he decided to go for it. The tiny teen jumped up onto the top of Jacob's bare foot.
It didn't small any better on it than below it. The fleshy skin was a tiny trampoline. Sam bounced around, trying to regain his balance. He sat on the peach colored floor, tickled by the muscle relaxations and tensions on the surface of the boy's foot. Sam, sitting down, began to slam his fist onto the sensitive skin. He hoped and prayed that the giant would notice him, and not mistake him for a bug, or worse.
Jacob raised his eyebrows, feeling a peculiar sensation. He looked down to see a tiny spec on his left foot. "EW!" Jacob yelled. He bent over and raised his arm to swat it away, but first he wanted to see what kind of bug it was. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also saved Sam's life.
Sam saw Jacob's giant, boyish face take up the entire sky above him. He yelled from his tiny position, "Help, Jacob! Down here!"
Sam watched as the edges of the giant boy's frowning lips curled into a bright smile. "Sam, is that you?" he whispered, "How did you get so... small?" Jacob stretched out his hand, as if begging Sam to climb up. Sam realized that the boy probably couldn't hear him very well, so he gave up control to the giant kid. Sam jumped ship over to Jacob's outstretched hand. Jacob itched the spot on his foot and brought Sam up close to his face. Sam could see every detail of the young boy's face, from the freckles on his nose to the spec of mustard on his chin.
Jacob marveled at the feeling of Sam in his palm. He held him up, admiring him. "What happened to you, Sam?"
Sam was transfixed by the adorable giant. He eventually found his voice and yelled up to him, "I don't know. I think my wish came true." Jacob furrowed his eyebrows.
"Did you wish to shrink? That's so cool! There are SO many cool things we can do now!" Jacob beamed. He was a ball of energy.
Sam laughed nervously, "Really? Like what?"
"You can be my action figure!" The giant boy clutched Sam in his soft palm and thundered over to his bed, laying down and stretching out. He took Sam out and put him on his tummy. Sam, even after adjusting to his new environment, found himself in awe of the giant kid. Jacob towered above him. His hands were the size of airplanes. The boy didn't really know his own strength. Sam gulped in fear.
Apparently, Jacob was also having the same size-related observations. "You're so tiny," he whispered, stretching out a gargantuan finger to poke Sam with. He knocked Sam flat off his feet and giggled deafeningly. Sam was unamused, but he wasn't prepared for Jacob's next big idea. The boy pinched Sam's ankle and spun him upside down. His blood rushed to his head. Sam was powerless, and Jacob was loving his new position of authority. He started flinging Sam around like it was nothing, ignoring Sam's desperate pleas for him to stop.
Jacob did stop after a while. He put Sam in the center of his palm and threw him up into the air. Sam squealed in fear all the way up and all the way down. His landing was soft in the boy's bouncy palm. Jacob was beside himself in glee. So, he did it again, this time even higher.
Sam landed harder this time. He thought he was going to throw up. He summoned his sternest and loudest voice and yelled up to the giant boy, "Never do that again, kid."
Jacob stopped laughing. "I'm sorry," the giant said sincerely. "I can think of something more fun to do instead." Sam shuddered as he felt Jacob's strong grip once again. He was obsessed with his new tiny friend.
But unbeknownst to the giant kid, Sam was right below him. Jacob's foot was an arms length away from him. Sam thought at about it, weighing the pros and cons. After a moment, he decided to go for it. The tiny teen jumped up onto the top of Jacob's bare foot.
It didn't small any better on it than below it. The fleshy skin was a tiny trampoline. Sam bounced around, trying to regain his balance. He sat on the peach colored floor, tickled by the muscle relaxations and tensions on the surface of the boy's foot. Sam, sitting down, began to slam his fist onto the sensitive skin. He hoped and prayed that the giant would notice him, and not mistake him for a bug, or worse.
Jacob raised his eyebrows, feeling a peculiar sensation. He looked down to see a tiny spec on his left foot. "EW!" Jacob yelled. He bent over and raised his arm to swat it away, but first he wanted to see what kind of bug it was. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also saved Sam's life.
Sam saw Jacob's giant, boyish face take up the entire sky above him. He yelled from his tiny position, "Help, Jacob! Down here!"
Sam watched as the edges of the giant boy's frowning lips curled into a bright smile. "Sam, is that you?" he whispered, "How did you get so... small?" Jacob stretched out his hand, as if begging Sam to climb up. Sam realized that the boy probably couldn't hear him very well, so he gave up control to the giant kid. Sam jumped ship over to Jacob's outstretched hand. Jacob itched the spot on his foot and brought Sam up close to his face. Sam could see every detail of the young boy's face, from the freckles on his nose to the spec of mustard on his chin.
Jacob marveled at the feeling of Sam in his palm. He held him up, admiring him. "What happened to you, Sam?"
Sam was transfixed by the adorable giant. He eventually found his voice and yelled up to him, "I don't know. I think my wish came true." Jacob furrowed his eyebrows.
"Did you wish to shrink? That's so cool! There are SO many cool things we can do now!" Jacob beamed. He was a ball of energy.
Sam laughed nervously, "Really? Like what?"
"You can be my action figure!" The giant boy clutched Sam in his soft palm and thundered over to his bed, laying down and stretching out. He took Sam out and put him on his tummy. Sam, even after adjusting to his new environment, found himself in awe of the giant kid. Jacob towered above him. His hands were the size of airplanes. The boy didn't really know his own strength. Sam gulped in fear.
Apparently, Jacob was also having the same size-related observations. "You're so tiny," he whispered, stretching out a gargantuan finger to poke Sam with. He knocked Sam flat off his feet and giggled deafeningly. Sam was unamused, but he wasn't prepared for Jacob's next big idea. The boy pinched Sam's ankle and spun him upside down. His blood rushed to his head. Sam was powerless, and Jacob was loving his new position of authority. He started flinging Sam around like it was nothing, ignoring Sam's desperate pleas for him to stop.
Jacob did stop after a while. He put Sam in the center of his palm and threw him up into the air. Sam squealed in fear all the way up and all the way down. His landing was soft in the boy's bouncy palm. Jacob was beside himself in glee. So, he did it again, this time even higher.
Sam landed harder this time. He thought he was going to throw up. He summoned his sternest and loudest voice and yelled up to the giant boy, "Never do that again, kid."
Jacob stopped laughing. "I'm sorry," the giant said sincerely. "I can think of something more fun to do instead." Sam shuddered as he felt Jacob's strong grip once again. He was obsessed with his new tiny friend.