Second chance at life (sequel to An Adventure of a Lifetime)

chapter 3

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I woke up to a tiny weight on my neck and it felt like a tiny person was slapping me in the face. Oh, right. A tiny person WAS slapping me in the face. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.” At the end of each “wake up” he slapped the other cheek. “Andrew…it’s too early!” I groaned.

“Ha ha no it’s not…and besides, I’m hungry.” He complained.

“Fine.” I mumbled and dragged myself out of bed. I scooped up Andrew and padded down to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?” I asked.

“Just cereal.” He replied with a grin.

“You got me up out of my warm comfy bed to get you cereal?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“Yes actually, I did.” He chuckled.

“The things I do for you…” I muttered under my breadth.

“He he!” Tiny ears must make him hear with more accuracy…interesting. I thought.

I started to pull out two bowls and the frosted flakes. But then I realized…Andrew couldn’t eat out of a regular sized bowl without either drowning himself in the milk, or eating so much cereal that he killed himself. Shoot. This is gonna be a challenge. “Andrew, I think one piece of cereal will be enough for you.” I told him.

He sat on the edge of the kitchen table, swinging his legs back and forth. “Ok. Works for me.” He said.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal and milk and sat in the chair right in front of him. I pulled one piece of cereal out of the box and handed it to him. “Thanks!” He smiled up at me. As I ate my cereal, he leaned on my bowl casually, legs crossed in a relaxed posture. Then it hit me. He was small enough to do some of the things that I couldn’t.

Like for example, fishing my favorite feathered earring out of the sink drain. And he so owed me some favors for beating me so many times in COD. This could be my sort of revenge, without really being revenge. Just little tasks, things that I’m too big to do. “Andrew, after breakfast, do you mind helping me out with some…tiny tasks?”

“Like what?” he looked at me skeptically.

“Hmm…like going down my sink to retrieve my favorite feather earring.” I gave him a hopeful smile.

“No way! I’ll pass on that experience, thanks.”

“Remember who has the upper hand at the moment and who could easily smosh you without trying.” I told him. “And besides, this can be my revenge for beating me at video games so many times.”

He sighed. “Fine. But that’s it. No more.” He said.

“Thank you thank you thank you! I love you so much, Andrew you’re the best boyfriend ever!”

“Ya, I know I am.”

I finished my cereal and then took Andrew upstairs. I used a shoelace and tied it around his tiny belt, like a harness. “I really don’t know about this, Paige.” Andrew sounded nervous. “It’ll be fine!” I reassured him. “Remember, if anything goes wrong, give two tugs on the rope and I’ll pull you up, quicker than you can say ‘Paige I love you.’”

“Paige I love you!” Andrew said really fast.

“Thank you, but not now, smarty.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“He he I know.” He said.

I removed the middle piece of the sink and sat Andrew at the edge of the basin.

“Bon voyage!” I told him, and with that, plopped him down the pipe.

After a minute or two, I called down to Andrew. “Are you ok down there?”

His response was immediate. “Ya I’m fine, but I don’t see the earring yet.”

“Then keep going!” I told him.

“Aye aye, Captain.”

Another few seconds of lowering him down went by, and then I heard “Paige is it silver with a pink feather?”

“YES!” I called back with glee.

“Ok, now reel me back up!”

“Reeling!” I replied.

Within a few seconds, Andrew was back out of the sink with my earring. “Thank you.” I gingerly took it from his tiny hands. “Andrew…” I started cautiously.

“NO! I will not do anymore!” he plopped down on the edge of the bowl and crossed his miniscule arms. I gave him puppy dog eyes. “This’d better be good…” he mumbled. “What do you want?”

“Well, tiny fingers are good for painting nails.” I told him, praying that he would say yes.

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5 minutes later, I sat at the kitchen table with my fingers on it being painted electric green.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again.” Andrew complained.

I smiled at him. “Because your amazing girlfriend asked you to.”

“Riiight.” He said.

“And while we’re at it…” I began.

“What does ‘no’ mean to you?!” he asked furiously.

I gave him a goofy smile. “Yes.”

He smacked his tiny forehead with his palm. “Not helpful.” He muttered.

“So you’ll do it?” I tried again.

As I begged, I felt his resolve melt away into affection. “Just for you, I will…depending on what it is.”

“Would you consider helping me highlight my hair?”

We sat on the floor in my bathroom. He had my footstool under him to stand on, and as he hopped off of my left shoulder and onto my right, it was the weirdest feeling. Almost like he was a bug that I wanted to throw off, so I had to frequently remind myself that Andrew was in fact not a bug, quite the opposite. He was my boyfriend for crying out loud! And I never, ever wanted to hurt him, which is just what I was worried about doing now.

And a world without Andrew would be a world not worth living in.