Cinder
As I sit there like an i***t on the floor, I hear a loud thud behind the bathroom door. Pike must be sitting behind it, and soon, I hear him sighing.
“Look, I know that I was a jerk before I shrunk, but we have bonded, haven’t we?”
I smile in misery. “You still make me nervous. I don’t know why...there is just...so much of you now.”
“...are you calling me fat?”
I laugh out loud. “No! You’re not fat, and don’t even try to pretend that you are - you’re ripped.”
“But you don’t like that, right?” Pike mutters. “You liked me more as a tiny little defenseless dude.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” even though I can’t see him, I just know he is rolling his eyes at me. “Maybe it’s the fact that you let me sleep on top of you when I was small. You also let me sit on
