literature

432 Days Part 3

Deviation Actions

Misu-pahana's avatar
By
Published:
7.1K Views

Literature Text

I tried to calm myself after I allowed Katie to climb off my hand onto my kitchen

tabletop. She insisted that she wanted to stay, even though I wasn't exactly what she had

expected, after having driven all the way out to the country to visit me. I couldn't get

a grip on the fact that this was actually happening. Never in my wildest dreams did I

think that this would ever be a possibility; that she would accept everything so coolly.

At least that was how she was acting for the moment. Maybe she would snap out of it and

realize exactly where she was and demand to be taken back to the road so she could go on

home.

Gently, I set her car on the table as well. She didn't want to leave it parked on

the side of the road, fearing someone would think it was abandoned or have it towed. I

saw a brief flicker of awe on her face and figured it was probably due to the fact that I

handled her car like it was a toy matchbox car. I could feel my cheeks growing red as I

sat awkwardly in the chair in front of her.

"So…this is my house. There isn't much to show you."

"Really? But it is huge!" Her eyes were wide again, as she took in her new surroundings.

I tried to picture it from her point of view. It would appear quite cathedral-esque, from

her stature, with ceilings far too high and too much open space. For a brief moment this

included how I must appear to her and then I immediately forced it from my mind,

shuddering involuntarily.

"Well, I guess to you it is…." I let the sentence trail off, not knowing how to fulfill

it. We had never had trouble having a conversation before, but the previous circumstances

were quite different. I didn't loom over her then, even sitting.

Katie remained quiet for a moment, examining the strange environment, I suppose.

I also silently watched as she roamed the tabletop, cocking her head up and up to see the

details of my humble home. Abruptly, she laughed out loud.

"What?"

"It's just, your salt shaker is almost bigger than me!" She giggled as she went back to

back with the shaker, proving her point. Indeed, it was slightly taller than her. I

couldn't believe she was so okay with everything. Enough to even find it funny! Maybe it

was some strange coping mechanism.

"I can't believe you are taking this so well." I voiced my thoughts.

"What else would I do? Or rather, what else can I do? I know you and I know you won't

hurt me. It is actually happening, so there really is no denying it." She shrugged,

nonchalantly, explaining her logic. So rational. Of course rational would also include

staying as far away as possible from me. Yes, she knew me, but shouldn't she have more of

a survival instinct? Not that I was ever going to do anything to hurt her, not ever. I

already felt so protective over her that I worried about rash decisions she might make in

her everyday life, given how she reacted to this one.


Call me paranoid.

Maybe I think too much.


"I guess….I just still can't believe you aren't…terrified." What was I doing? Was I

trying to make her scared? Shouldn't I just be happy that she wasn't? In some weird way,

I think I was the one dealing with shock still, when it really should be her.

Katie stopped examining her warped reflection in the comically sized spoon and

looked up at me.

"Well, I was at first. Don't you remember? I'm sorry I reacted that way."

I cringed. Of course I remembered.

"Don't be sorry for that, it was only natural. I think I'm still shocked that you're okay

with this at all…on any level. That you are here now."

"I told you before, I trust you."

"So you are completely okay? You aren't scared at all?" Did I really want the answer?

"I said I trust you. That doesn't mean this won't take some getting used to. I mean,

you're size is very…dominating. Don't take that the wrong way."

"I'll try not to. Like I said, it is only natural. I'm just so happy that you are willing

to get used to it in the first place." A grin lit up my face, pushing out the small fact

that I still intimidated her a bit. What could a giant really expect? Certainly not this

level of tolerance. Blissful happiness started to creep into my heart. At last! Someone

to actually talk to!

"Oh, guess what!" Her tiny voice shook me from the beginnings of my reverie.

"What?" My voice, even at its lowest volume, still could drown hers out, easily.

"I made you a CD. It is in my car." She ran over to her car, her shiny hair bouncing on

her shoulders, and pulled out a tiny disk.

"It is some of the bands that we talked about that you haven't heard….." Slowly,

realization entered her voice as her eyes bounced from the CD back to me.


Awkward.

"Ha, yeah….I'd love to listen to it…if I could…" I offered. The fact that she made me

something was enough for me. Nobody had ever made me anything. Not knowing anyone was a

good indicator of that.

"Yeah, it is a bit too small for you. I doubt you have any CD players around here that

are my size." Katie paused and tapped her foot. Her expression briefly lit up again.

"I have an idea! I could play it in my car. I'll just turn up the speakers loud enough

for you to hear." She grinned as she slid in her car and adjusted some of the barely

visible controls on the dash. Music began to filter out of the tiny vehicle and Katie got

back out.

"Is that loud enough?" She asked.

"That is fine, I can hear it." I smiled gently. She sat down on the table, her floor, and

relaxed. Her eyes closed as she listened to the music, obviously a favorite band of hers.

I shifted, beginning to relax myself, folding my arms on the table and leaning my chin

onto my arms. Katie's eyes flew open at the movement and she instinctively scooted back

at my sudden closer appearance. The table shook slightly (to me) beneath her and I

noticed the briefest hint of alarm flash in her eyes. Very quickly, her face returned to

its normal composure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I couldn't blame her too much. She was doing

remarkably well, but it still hurt to be feared, no matter what the capacity.

"No Bryan, it just caught me off guard. I wasn't scared anyways, just surprised." Her

face was indignant. I chuckled softly.

"My apologies for jumping to the conclusion."

"What makes you think you're so scary anyway? You really ought to get over yourself,"

Katie teased.

My heart warmed again. I had the urge to reach out and playfully poke her, but I decided

I really shouldn't push my luck today. She teased me about not being scary, but an

oncoming giant hand is another thing altogether.


Besides, I was already getting far too attached.

What if she decided to never come back again?

We sat for a while and simply just listened to the music, enjoying one another's company.
Finally. Yes, i'm still here and continuing my stories =P I want to have some of this story from Katie's point of view, but I really like writing from Bryan's head.

Chapter 2 [link]

Chapter 4 [link]
© 2011 - 2024 Misu-pahana
Comments13
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
LittleLily26's avatar
I can't wait to see where their relationship goes! :aww: