Chapter 3: A GIANT Cinnamon Roll
When I was put inside Jesse's shirt pocket, he started to walk out of my room and into the hallway where the other bedrooms were. The visibility of the environment from inside his pocket wasn't much, but since I didn't want anyone to see me like this, I suppose it was better than being spotted on Jesse's shoulder out in the open or something.
Even though I couldn't see much from where I was, I saw that after like eight or so seconds, Jesse stopped walking to face the door to the main hallway. He pushed it open, walked through it, and surprisingly enough, no-one was there. I suppose now would be a good time for Jesse to bring me out of his-
"Jesse?!"
We both heard a child-like voice that sounded familiar to us. Jesse turned around to face the voice, and I saw that Radar was just behind Jesse, calling out to him. He looked rather concerned and was holding his notepad and pen in his shaking hands, and he was dressed in his usual blue jeans, green and white jacket, blue tie, and even his signature black glasses. Hopefully he won't notice that I'm probably making such an unusual shape in Jesse's shirt pocket...
"Oh. Hi, Radar." Jesse greeted in a casual tone.
"Do you know where Petra is?" The tan angel asked the tall brunette I was hiding in. "I've searched high and low in every possible spot she could be and I can't find her anywhere!"
"Come on Jesse, don't tell him the truth..." I anxiously said to myself, hands clenched together.
"Petra? Oh, uh..." Jesse pondered. "I... haven't seen her. Not since last night."
"Did you even find her sleeping in her room?" Radar asked again.
It took Jesse a while before he could give Radar an answer to his next question.
"Hmmm... No." Jesse simply lied. "I checked her room this morning and... she wasn't there. Not asleep in bed, not sitting in a corner cuddling Miss Butter like she's love with it..."
I almost frowned in embarrassment as he said that...
"I just haven't found her anywhere." Jesse ended his answer. I sighed and felt a bunch of weight lift off my shoulders as he cleared my name. I knew I could count on Jesse to hide the fact that I shrunk from our friends.
"Hey Jesse... What's that in your shirt pocket?" Radar asked, pointing at it with a face of curiosity. My blood almost froze the moment Radar said that. If he were to put his hand in there and pluck me out, my cover would be blown. "It looks kinda odd... Can I feel it?" His right hand then slowly started to leave his notepad and approached to touch the pocket I was hiding in, his index finger sticking out from all the others. Please don't touch me, please don't touch me... I closed my eyes and braced for impact.
"Whoa Radar! Personal space, buddy!" I heard Jesse shout out. I quickly opened my eyes to see that Jesse had moved Radar's approaching arm away from his shirt pocket. Oh thank Notch for that...
"Sorry, Jesse!" Radar apologised, putting both his hands together and dropping his notepad and pen by accident. "My notepad!" He exclaimed, quickly grabbing it and his pen off the floor and placing it back in his hands where it was before he dropped it.
I have to admit... Even though it was kinda terrifying to nearly be touched by Radar, who was unaware of the fact that I was now tiny, he still looked as cute as he ever did when he accidentally dropped something.
"No Radar, don't be sorry." Jesse assured Radar, grabbing our tanned intern's arms with both of his hands. "You obviously know I like having you as my intern, and I would never fire you even if I wanted to, but you've just gotta remember that even I have my limits when it comes to certain things." He let go of Radar's arms.
"Right, Jesse. I won't do it again." Radar said with an innocent-looking bow. "Is there anywhere else you want me to visit? Do you think anyone needs my help?"
"I think Nell said something about needing more supplies for her surf shop..." Jesse answered. "Maybe you could help her a bit?" He gave the final part of his answer with a shrug.
"I'm on it!" Radar exclaimed with excitement. And with that, he quickly ran out of the Order Hall and into the outskirts of Beacontown. But before the big door closed behind him, he looked at Jesse with a peculiar look on his face, probably signalling that he was suspicious of what Jesse was telling him. Regardless, after he turned his head away from Jesse and let the door finally close behind him, that was my cue to tell Jesse it was time for him to let me out of his pocket.
"Hey Jesse... You can let me out now!" I said in a reasonable volume. His hand reached inside his shirt pocket and searched around for me. As soon as he felt my small body with his huge fingers, he took me out of the pocket and laid me onto the soft surface of his other hand.
"Nice job, Petra." The giant man in red suspenders complimented. "What was it like in there?"
I gave him the most honest answer I could.
"It felt very cramped and isolated in your pocket. It also felt worse whenever you were walking, but since we have to keep this a secret from everyone, it'll have to do. It's certainly a good thing that I'm not claustrophobic." I held out my right hand for a high-five with a massive smile on my face, even though I had no idea how well this was going to end.
He let out a delicate laugh as he lightly placed his four-foot hand on my gloved one that was practically mouse-sized in comparison. I laughed too when I saw how monstrous that one hand was compared to my whole body. We even continued to laugh about it when both our hands broke apart. Then Jesse decided to get all serious again and ask me about how we were going to fix this.
"So, Petra... How do you suppose we get you back to normal?"
I looked up at the ceiling, staring into space as I tried to think of a logical answer for how I could grow back into normal size. After about a minute though, Jesse managed to think of one for me. He said...
"You told me this morning that you getting shrunk was the result of one of Ivor's potions, right? So I'm thinking... If he really is the one that got you into this mess, maybe he's the one that can get you out of it too!" He beamed as he got the last words out of his mouth.
"Good thinking, Jesse!" I said, appreciating how well thought out his suggestion was.
"Haha! No problem, Petra!" He replied, bringing his index finger close to my cheek. The feeling of his finger touching my cheek caused me to burst out laughing, make my sides convulse and make me fall over on my back.
"Stop it, please!" I laughed as I tried to compose myself. "That tickles!" I shoved his finger away from me to show that I have had enough of being tickled, as much as I enjoyed it. I was able to regain control of my ability to laugh at will after a few seconds, finally calming down and able to stand up properly again.
"Well, what are we waiting for, Jesse?" I asked. "Let's go over to Ivor's house!"
"Alright! Let's go!" He replied, grabbing me by the waist and putting me back in his shirt pocket so we wouldn't alert anyone passing by in Beacontown.
And with that, Jesse ran off with me in his pocket and we were both off to Ivor's house.
