"C'mon, she looks up to you. Metaphorically speaking of course. Just spend a few hours with her this afternoon, you'll be done in a jiff."
"No I won't. What if I end up stuck to her sole and she forgets about me again?"
"Then you do what you always do."
"Panic and hope I don't die as but a mere crushed microbe under a thirteen year old girl's foot?"
"No. You first see if you can get out of it, then try to contact her by any means, and if you have it, your emergency phone. Which I hope isn't broken again." Calpernia said with a raised brow.
"I get tossed around a lot, and it's not exactly durable!" You retort up to your enormous guardian who had just blown out a countryside's worth of haze from her cigarette.
"Fine. We'll get you a new one..." She sighed, getting up and leaving you on the table. "Be good to Saturday, okay Alex? If you can make it through this, I'll try to get you that cute dress you've been looking at made."
You peaked up slightly. "...The one with the frills?"
"I'm sure we can find it in a size negative million."
"...You're the best Cal."
"I know." She snickered, heading inside and leaving you to wait for your teenage tormentor to arrive. You could feel her approach, every step booming and ominous. Eventually you spotted her off in the distance, even so far away she appeared godlike in stature, not even a teenager at all, clad in nothing but a tight tee and short shorts. Jeez, what were kids wearing these days?
"ALLLLLLEEEEEXXXXXXXX!!!" She squealed, somehow spotting your miniature mite of a self even from so far away. Girl had sharp senses. "Okay, okay, okay," She stammered upon approach, too giddy for her own good. "Today I was thinking, just WHAT IF-"
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