It's a small world after all~
No new votes, so the statistics are still the same as the last chapter.
~Krism pov~
I woke up to the sound of light snoring. The snoring wasn't so much as what woke me up,instead it was the light ramblings of someone saying 'Tomato', 'Lovi', and 'So cute~'.
So, I woke up, and I looked around. I couldn't pinpoint where I was because the surroundings were unfamiliar. But the last I remembered, I was at Bebe's house my friends, and I knew for a fact this wasn't a guest room.
I scrunched up my face in confusion, as I tried to sit up on whatever I was laying on. The thing I was laying on let out a rather large groan. I looked down in both shock and confusion.
Under me was a man, maybe about 20-25 years of age, with lightly tanned skin, and curly brown hair. He kept muttering under his breath about something, and his face scrunched up with confusion, before relaxing and drooling.
I raised an eyebrow.
I have never seen this man before in my life, at least of what I know of, but here he was, sleeping peacefully, and with me on top of him.
The light blush that crept on my face was something I couldn't help.
I wasn't attracted to him, he was cute, but I'm not really interested in guys, but that I woke up on top of him, was enough to make anyone blush.
I tried to shuffle as quietly as I could off the man's body, only to find that my limbs felt weird. Sneaking a quick glance at my arms, I noticed how my arm was smaller, and chubbier.
"What?" I whispered, wiggling my fingers, confirming that the arm was mine. "This makes no sense whatsoever." I let out a small groan, and continued to try to climb off the man.
I was near the edge, about ready to get off, when the man turned to face me, making the bed shift. I feel off from the sudden movement, and hit the ground with a loud 'THUD'.
'Goddamn that hurts. Can't he warn me? Wait, dammit, I had a dumb thought.' I rubbed my body for any injures. That bed seemed taller than most beds...
That's when it hit me.
That bed was not taller, I was shorter. Well, more so than before... I looked around cautiously, and spotted a floor length mirror. A small Hispanic girl looked back at me, her brown hair put into a high pigtail, and her red-eye glaring. She wore a red oversize turtle neck, and she was frowning.
I blinked once.
Twice...
"Is that me?" I whispered, walking closer to the mirror, the reflection did the same. I bit my lip, and glanced nervously around the room, to where the man was still sleeping.
"That still doesn't explain how I woke up on that man... Did I get kidnapped?" I raised an eyebrow as the man stirred.
Suddenly a loud shrill filled the room, and I nearly jumped from my skin hearing the sound. My eyes darted all around the room, and I realized it was a phone. More specifically the man's phone. I panicked, and immediately dove under the bed, hoping to not get caught.
I was just in time too, for soon after I was under the bed, the man started talking.
"Hola?" He asked in Spanish. 'So he's Latino, that's not really useful...'
"Ah~? I wasn't asleep, I was resting my eyes, Lovi!" 'Wasn't 'Lovi' who he was muttering under his sleep? What kind of dreams are you having, mister?'
"Si...Si... Lo sientos, I'll be there... no need to be harsh! Looovviiii~" 'What...?'
After that, the man was silent, as was the room. There was a small love-stuck sigh, before I saw the man's feet fly over the right side of the bed. He stood up, and began walking around the room, over to where the mirror was.
My eyes widened.
The mirror! I could still see my reflection, even if I was under the bed! Imagine if he notices?! Oh, this is gonna suck...
I shifted my small body to try to go deeper under the bed. I bumped into something behind me, and I couldn't push it any further back. I assumed it was the wall, and tried to hide as much as I could, but the faint glow of my red-eye still reflected in the mirror.
I closed that eye.
The man started walking around the room, humming a small tune, before stopping beside the bed. My heart quickened in pace as I realized his legs were not all that far from me. I bit my lip nervously.
The man's legs walked over to the door, the door opened, and he left. I let out a shaky breath, and began to shimmy my way out from under the bed. Once I was out, I stretched, my bones letting out a satisfying crack.
I walked slowly to the door, and opened it. I heard nothing, so I slowly stepped out, ready to run in-case the man came back.
I began to walk down a long hallway slowly, my brain trying to process where I was. My eyes always seemed to flicker to any painting I saw, but it was like I wasn't really controlling it.
It was strange, but I tried to not pay attention to this small...drawback?
'I guess you can call it a drawback...'
My feet kept guiding me, but I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. If I can just find an exit, I would take it in a heartbeat.
I fell backwards.
I rubbed my behind irritably, and glanced up to what I bumped into...
...Only to see the man again, wearing a confused expression.
"Crap..." I whispered, jumping up to my feet, and quickly sprinting down the other way. I heard the man call after me, in both Spanish and English, but I was too busy with TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM HIM.
The hallway split soon after, I glanced both right and left, before hearing the man's footsteps drawing nearer. Immediately, I bolted down the right hall, the man hot on my tail. I growled lightly, as I turned my head back over my shoulder, only to see he was extremely close now.
"Leave me alone! Go away!" I yelled, my paranoia making my voice raise higher.
"Please, just stop!" He yelled back. He was getting too close, my breath was becoming more shaky, well, even more because I was running.
"NO WAY!" I yelled back, attempting to loose him as I took a sharp turn to the right. He was slowed, as he was not expecting me to turn, but quickly followed back on my tail.
'At this rate, he's going to catch me! I know he is!'
"Please stop! ¡Por favor!" He yelled again.
"¡Vete a la mierda!" I yelled angrily, also speaking in Spanish. He seemed shocked by this, but I didn't pay any mind. I just stuck out my tongue childishly.
I fell back again, and I instantly winced. Once more, I looked up to what I bumped into, and I saw a vase on a pedistal wobbling, before it fell.
"Aw fuck." The vase hit me, and my body fell limp.
I really don't think Krism would get scared easily, I think she would be strategical about it, and weigh her options.
She is like a military woman.
..To bad the child is very goofy.