When you regain consciousness, you open your eyes t ofind a close, dark roof over your head. You get up and crawl to the edge of the enclosure, and look out upon a broad living room. It's not the expensive furniture or emmaculately clean nature of the room that shocks you, but the fact that compareed to you, it's humungous. Not only the room, but each piece of furniture is gigantic comapred to you. That's when you realise that you're crouching underneath an armchair - One that looks to be the size of a small skyscraper.
You hear footsteps thudding behind you, and all thoughts of how the hell you got here are diminished for a moment. You watch the checkerboard Vans walk around the armchair and stop right in front. The heels face you as the seat creaks over your head and you hear a young voice, talking on the phone. "Hey man, it's Jesse. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my new place and hang for a while."
You recognise the voice as Jesse McCartney, one of your biggest idols. But now he really is your biggest idol, and you're going to have to decide whether to reveal yourself to the giant teen or try to find a way out of this strange mess on your own..
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