“You guys realize that it's illegal to leave Chris unattended at home right?” You say, crossing your arms up at both Catherine and your father.. They gave a small chuckle as if you were wearing a clown suit.
“We know that! We can't take either of you with us because we just want some us time on vacation. You’re 18, we can leave him with you.” Catherine said, reassuring you by setting two fingers on your shoulder, squishing it a bit. She quickly removed her fingers, and it reformed in a minute.
“Yeah, leave the normal 10 year old with an 18 year old that's a foot tall and gets squashed, worn, eaten, or sat on a daily basis. It's the same thing as abandonment.” You shot back.
“If you will make you feel better, i'll call Talia’s mom and tell her to come check on you guys every once in awhile. Your dad said, picking up the home phone.
While he was doing that, Catherine went up stairs to continue packing, you decided it be best to go back into your room and play video games. Each stair was a pain, but you finally managed to reach the top, about 15 minutes later. The door to your dad and Catherine’s room was propped open, and you could see Catherine packing her jeans and shirts into a rather large suitcase. Shaking your head, you push open the door to your room, and climbed onto your bed. There were some advantages to being a foot tall though, as your T.V. was like a cinema screen. Pushing down onto the button to the remote, it came to life. Digging around for the controller to the console, you couldn't seem to find it. Your dad had to custom order you a smaller version of it for you, so it was always a bit difficult to find in the mass of blankets.
Instead of your controller, a note was in its place. Catherine had taken your remote, probably in one of her drawers in her room. She wanted you to “Spend some time with Chris, so no video games while we are gone.” according to the note. This was no problem, since you could just steal the controller back when they left. Turning your tv off, you climbed back down off the bed, and opened the door to check if they left yet. Not seeing the light on and the door shut, you darted over to their room, and cracked the door. Nobody was in there.
You heard commotion in the living room, so you snuck over to the stairs, and looked down. Your father and Catherine were walking out the door with suitcases. Giving them a wave goodbye, you darted into the empty room, and began to scale the large dresser. Beside the dresser was an open suit case, so they apparently weren't completely finished yet. You needed to be quick. Reaching the top, a drawer open about an inch, containing various pairs of panties and bras sitting right below you. Inside one of the bra cups, you spotted your tiny controller. Climbing through the gap, you stepped onto the cup, causing it to tip, sending your controller somewhere in the tangled mess of panties and what not.
The door downstairs had opened and shut again, they were coming back! Knowing you would be grounded for life if Catherine found you snooping around in her underwear drawer, you made a mad dash for the opening of the drawer. The thump of someone's feet were getting closer as they climbed the steps.
“Ben, i'm sure you're mad at me for the controller thing, but it's for your own good okay?” Catherine’s voice rang out.
You grabbed ahold of the top of the drawer, hauling yourself up and over the drawers face. In your panicked rush to get out of sight and hide from catherine, you had forgotten how gravity and a hard surface affected your squishy body. With a silent splat, You had landed on something tan and soft. Whatever it was, you blended right in. Looking around, it seemed to be a hollowed rectangle with rounded edges, and a zipper around the top portion. It was the suitcase! Hopefully Catherine wouldn't be able to see you in the… open suitcase…. bollocks.
Catherines looming figure appeared through the door, and she hastily began to pack the rest of her clothing. Clothes began to fill part of the suitcase, until something tan coloured blocked out the light, and you could feel your body peel off the suitcase onto whatever had hit you.
“Dammit, i needed that.” Catherine said, lifting it and you out of the suitcase.
What exactly were you stuck to?
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