author: A Guest Visitor
"Nothing, Kourtney," you shrug.
"Nothing, huh?" The attractive brunette asks with a glint in her eye. "Then this little gun isn't yours?" She walks over and picks up the matter transposer, dangling it between two fingers. This was NOT what was supposed to happen.
"Oh, that? Heh," you stammer, trying to think of a way to get it back. "that's just..."
"A toy gun," your friend finishes for you. "Aren't you a little old to be playing with toy guns?" She dangles it in front of her eyes, examining it.
"Ok, ha ha ha, go ahead, make jokes - now give me the gun," you say, your nervousness apparent in your voice. You move forward to her, and she turns, holding her body between you and the gun, more interested in it now.
"Hey, what's this? 'Grow' and 'shrink' - what kind of toy IS this, anyway? I work at Toys R Us and I've never seen this kind before," she states, laughing at your attempts to get the gun. She's definately enjoying your arms wrapping around her from both sides reaching for the 'toy'. She pushes back into your arms a bit and you remember her years-long crush on you. You definately need to get this gun back!
"Look, Kourtney, I Reeeeeally need that back - like now!"
"OH, ok. Fine. You're no fun." She pouts, and turns to you, looking up into your eyes from extremely close range, eyes shining with mischief. You feel something sharp in your ribs and she says "Take that, you big meanie" and you hear her depress the firing mechinism. You and she are standing so close that you can actually feel her body sliding over yours as you begin dwindling in size. Next stop, Kourtney's ankles...
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