Dylan is getting a little treat today in Art. He and a partner are going to draw each other for a grade, just to see how much they've improved. He pulls out his sketchbook and his numerous pencils as everybody else gets up and races to each other to be partners. Alexis is also struggling to get her stuff, and by the time they're both ready, everybody else has a partner. They both shrug. Looks like they're going to be spending the next hour and a half with each other.
The two of them make their way towards one of the empty rooms in the school. As they set up their equipment and supplies, they both engage in conversation.
"You ready for Fall Break?" Alexis asks Dylan.
"No, I just love staying up every night for a test to only fail it the next day," Dylan says sarcastically. "Yes, I'm ready for break."
The first half-hour passes, and they both sit across from each other with a fairly good sketch. Dylan's only problem is that he can't get the nose quite right. He erases and erases furiously until the paper tears, completely ruining the sketch.
"Damnit!" Dylan shouts and shoves the sketchbook out of his sight.
Alexis laughs, "If I had a dollar for every time I did that."
Dylan didn't even hear her, for the tightness in his chest and skin from before has come back, and it's worse than ever. He falls to his knees, groping at his chest. Quickly, Alexis stands up and kneels beside him, her hands shaking as she places them on his shoulders.
"What's going on? What's happening!" she asks hysterically.
Dylan is unable to answer. He sees his very hands getting smaller. His insides shift from one place to the other, and his bones and flesh begin to feel as if they're melting. Before he knows it, he's the size of an action figure.
The pain has gone away. Dylan stands up.
"I'm fine," he says through breaths, "I don't k-"
He looks to his right and sees a massive hand sitting before him. Slowly, he looks up and sees a concerned Alexis. He falls to his knees again.
"Oh God! Oh Jesus, Alexis don't hurt me!" Dylan shouts desperately.
"No, no, no! I won't hurt you honey, I just- I, I'm shocked. I don't know what to make of this," Alexis says.
"What am I going to do?" Dylan asks. He's eager for an answer for whatever happened.
"I...I don't know. You're the size of one of my old Ken dolls," Alexis says.
"Alexis, you've got to help me!"
Alexis sits down. The sound of her buttocks hitting the floor is comparable to the sound of an earthquake. She begins to sob.
"Hey, hey, it's fine, it's fine. I'm fine, Alexis," Dylan says. He goes up to her foot and pats it.
"I'm sorry," she says, "I'm not good under stress."
"I can't let anyone see me like this," Dylan says.
"Well," Alexis starts, "I have an old dollhouse in my basement you could use, is that fine with you?"
"Yes! Oh God yes, Alexis, thank you!" Dylan says.
She wipes her tears and holds her hand out for Dylan to step onto. He does just that, and she raises him up to her eye level.
"Hey!" she says, "You're pretty good at Chemistry, right?"
"I'm okay at it," Dylan tells her, "Why?"
"You think you can help me out with a little test I'm taking?" Alexis asks. "I'll give you a little treat if you do."
"Well...
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