It took you a moment to realize who it was, you hadn't really known this guy that well. Anytime you two met in the company of his posse, he was rude and arrogant, but the few times you and him had been paired up for say a project, he'd certainly be bursting at the seams with ideas. It was obvious he had played sports, his body lithe and skinny from all the exercise, basketball specifically. Despite his Five foot, two standing he had a sweet lay-up that the team sorely needed.
So there you were, on the floor of the worst place to be, the dirty floor of a male's public restroom. Stuck with the chance of being seen by a giant of a guy who was wishy-washy on whether or not he would be kind, cruel, or not even notice you at all. you yell up at him before thinking, only focusing on the fact that he might be able to help you, when you realize he could harm you, you stop. But it seems it's too little too late, he is now searching for the source of the noise, his eyes quickly finding the unnatural thing in the room, who moments ago was screaming for him, his reaction, a cool, and collected "woah." he quickly falls to one knee to get a better look at you. His eyes dart from side to side making sure no one is there to see him talking to the tiny you. "Ty Is that you?" he asks, in shocked disbelief. "Or did I eat something way past due with it's date with the dumpster?" he asks, not expecting an answer, much less the one you gave him.
"I'm real."
"How?" he blinks, hoping when he opened his eyes he was just dreaming. he was not. "Well I can't just leave you here." he reasons and picks you up before wraping you in a paper towl by the sinks and carefully placing you in his pocket, leaving the restroom after instructing you to be quiet until he gets home, where he will figure out what to do with you once he is there. you agree, and wait, it seems like notime and you are being pulled out of the pocket, the scene awaiting you is not what you had expected as you look around and see...