You wake up to the sound of water running in the distance, and the occasional giggles from what sounded like a small child coming from below you.
Slowly you open your eyes, wincing at a sharp pain in your arm. You look around, and see that you are laying on your back on a gigantic, soft surface, looking up at a ceiling that appeared to be a million miles away.
Suddenly you remember what happened; the sudden shrinking, the two gorgeous giants torturing you on the beach, and Matt's voice just before you blacked out.
You sit up quickly, making your head spin, and look around some more. You see that you are in a bedroom, on a twin sized bed with a plaid blue bed covering. The walls are literally covered in magazine clippings, photographs, posters, cards, and other colorful pieces of paper. You cannot see the wall behind any of it.
The room was furnished with dark wooden furniture. There was a night stand, a chest at the end of the bed, a dresser with a television on top, a desk with a computer, and a fish tank. It was oddly decorated, with bowls of what appeared to be acorns, hand made vases with colorful gerber daisies, stuffed animals, a lot of Harry Potter and Sock Monkey themed objects, wind chimes hanging from the ceiling, lava lamps, other oddly shaped lights, Chinese lanterns, and Christmas lights around the top corners of the room.
The room fascinates you, and you stare, almost in a trance. You didn't even notice Matt come in the room and stand in the doorway, looking at you.
Matt coughed. You whirled around, gasping. He stood there, leaning against the door frame, his hair dripping from the shower, in his bath towel. His chest was nicely tanned from the day at the beach, and he was very, very toned. His figure wasn't so muscly that it made him look big (by normal standards), but he was equipped with a runner's body, thin, but still fit. You couldn't help but stare.
"Well," he said. "It's nice to see you awake. How's your arm?" He smiled at you, and turned around to lock the door.
You were speechless. You couldn't think of anything to say to this giant teenage boy who was walking towards you in his bath towel. You...
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