#big bully

Hey that’s not funny you big bully!

How ticklish are your hips?

🙄 I plead the fifth. That's my right as a citizen of the world.

1) If you’re smaller than me, I want to bully you

This is the second part since I already have a few likes on the last one, don’t have a master post yet but I might make one later!

I really needed to know his name so I could stop referring to him as “big bully” or “jerk”. I decided I would ask him when he let me out. Whenever that was.

Eventually I fell asleep, they had been talking for around 10 minutes, and I know that’s not a lot but it is when you’ve been running on pure adrenaline for the past hour or so.

Big bully/noah (but April doesn’t know that yet)pov:

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I had finally managed to convince my mom to leave and that I would clean tomorrow. I felt kinda bad for not warning April before just putting her in my pocket, I hoped she wasn’t too mad.

Once I was sure that my mom wasn’t coming back into my room I slowly reached into my pocket to retrieve the probably angry April.weirdly enough I didn’t hear her yell from fear when my hand entered the pocket not even shying away, “maybe she was starting to trust me!” I thought hopefully.

As soon as I grabbed her I knew something was wrong, “why isn’t she moving?” I whispered. I looked down to see an unconscious April laying in the palm of my hand.

I felt so stupid! How could I have thought she could trust me so easily, to her I was still just a big monster who kidnapped her. I went from sad to mad really quick, it wasn’t my fault she was in my bag! And how did she just expect me to let her go? Would she let a tiny girl she just met free into a house that was gigantic compared to her? Not only that but with a monster mother that would kill her on sight!? The thought made me shiver. I could tell she wasn’t going to wake up any time soon due to her not even stirring when I had shaken and moved my hand closet so she wouldn’t roll off my hand and…….. I don’t even want to think about that.

Well it was getting late, so I might as well just go to sleep myself. But where would I put her where she couldn’t leave? That made me sound so, so evil, but honestly I just didn’t want her to get hurt or lost.

She can just sleep with me! No that was a stupid idea what if I hurt her? Well I guess I never move when I sleep anyway, and she wouldn’t be able to leave without you knowing or hurting herself.

After I had debated with your mind for a bit I decided she would sleep on my chest! That was the best place for her, and it was nice and warm!

So I set her down on my night stand and walked over to the bathroom to get changed. I know it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, you know, leaving her alone when she obviously wanted to leave, but I knew she wouldn’t wake up while I was gone. And I don’t want to bring her with me to get changed, that was just weird. So I got changed into a pair of plaid shorts and no shirt, usually I would sleep in boxers but that flat is a little too awkward for me with having her on me and all. The more I thought about it the weirder it sounded, but it was too late and I didn’t have anywhere else to put her that she couldn't easily get off of.

I slowly slipped under the warm covers of my bed and looked over to her tiny sleeping form on my bedside table. I suddenly felt really bad. I really couldn’t be angry with her for wanting to leave, I would definitely want to leave the house of a scary giant if I was In Her place.

I reached my hand over to her and she started to move. I thought she was going to wake up for a second but luckily she didn’t. I didn’t want to have to explain to her how I was planning for her to sleep on me. That would be awkward.

There was no way she would ever agree to this while awake but I didn’t really have a choice, the thought of not knowing where she was scared me. What if I hurt her? Was I really doing the right thing keeping her here? Against her will at that. No. This was for her own good, there is no way she could survive on her own in a big world compared to her, I barely could and I was like 100X her size!

Once I finally made it out of my own head I realized I had just been staring at a sleeping girl with my hand out slowly but surely seeping toward her. I felt like a creep.

I finally picked her up in a loose fist and brought her to my chest and placed her down. It felt so weird having a little human (or at least that’s what I think she is) on me. Her tiny hands just felt so weird being pressed into my chest. I decided that was enough second guessing myself for one night. I gently placed my hand on top of her so she would wake me when she woke, and closed my eyes. I fell asleep the moment I relaxed my body and closed my eyes.

April pov:

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I woke up, but I didn't want to open my eyes yet. I wanted to stay in my dream world where I didn't have to be always scared for my life like all the time. Sadly we all have to wake up at some point. Once I opened my eyes I realized, I didn't know where I was. The ground felt weirdly like skin, I was too warm and there was a giant hand laying on top of me. Wait…..a giant hand. I was on a giant.

The events of the evening before came rushing back in an instant. I didn't remember being here which meant one thing. He had held me while I was asleep. Asleep and completely helpless. The thought made me shiver with fear. I had to find a way to sneak away without him waking up.

I slowly started to scoot out from under the hand. I had gotten my whole torso out when his hand moved. His hand slid up just slightly but enough to put me right back where I started. I looked up to the bottom of his jaw (that was all I could see since he was facing the ceiling) . He was still asleep. Good. I slithered out of his hand much quicker this time to make sure his hand wouldn't move up any further. Yes! I had made it out from under the beast’s hand! I quickly ran off the side of his chest, on my tippy toes to make sure he didn't wake. I made it to the edge of the bed and looked for a safe way down. I would rather not break my legs trying to get away from a human, then I would be both injured and stuck with an angry human. Angry humans are the scariest, they can hurt you without even trying. I looked at the blankets that happened to be leaning off the edge of the bed just enough for me to get to the floor with only an inch in between me and the ground.