Conan stared contently at whatever it was that was in front of him. Don't do it! Don't do it!
His sweaty grip tightened on the girl towering over him as they walked down the busy street.
"Conan-kun?" Ran asked peering down at the small boy underneath her. Well, not underneath but next to her. She felt his hand become clammy and sweaty. Is something wrong with him?
"Conan-kun?
Unconsciously he looked up. His face, beet red, stared at the floor.
"CONAN!" Ran exclaimed, kneeing down in from if him. "Are you sick? Your nose! It's bleeding!"
"I'm Okay Ran-neechan." He said, wiping his nose. "I'm just a little hot that's all…"
Ran gave him another look before standing back up.
I've been small for too long… He thought as they started to walk again.
He gave one more glance upwards and gave a silly smirk.
III
I was watching Conan the other day and was Thinking: Man! Conan IS really little! And so are those skirts that they were in Japan! AND CONAN IS 17!
And boys will be boys as they say.
Sorry that its so short...But it was a page in my notebook...
Later!