"I see you still haven't beefed up yet with those flimsy arms." Mike comments looking at you, analyzing really.
"Nope," you sigh.
"Well," Mike says standing up," after spending my summer at Uncle Ben's I started to really beef up."
"You were already big," you answer remembering how Mike has always been bigger then you.
"I got these at Uncle Ben's," Mike says and flexes his powerful arms.
"I just hope I can get some kind of weight on me," you sigh.
"Yeah," Mike says putting his hands on his belly," you're gonna be so out of place at the reunion."
Mike laughs and you head upstairs to your bedroom and put on your new CD and lie down on the bed.
You stare at your ceiling and what Mike says still rings through your ears. You're the runt, you need to get bigger.
Your mind wonders about working on the farm at Uncle Ben's and wrestling with pigs, digging, lifting stuff, good food, drinking milk straight from the cow. Ok, that last one wasn't that good of an example. With all that hard work you're bound to get bigger muscles and bigger and bigger.
You drift off to sleep for a few hours and have a dream where you grow bigger and bigger, your arms bigger then your Dad's legs, strong enough to lift Mike up with one hand and attract the ladies easily and make them faint with a flex.
You wake up to the sound of your Dad walking in the door and shouting," Pizza Time Boys!"
You wake up and walk to the hallway only to be pushed into the wall by the moving wall that is Mike. He laughs and continues down the stairs. You follow Mike down into the kitchen and take your seat to see that your dad and mom brought home 2 super large pizzas. Your favorite.
You dig into the pizza and slightly talk to the rest of the family of leaving tomorrow for the family reunion.
Your Dad is so happy because he'll see relatives he hasn't seen in 20 years and meet some family from across the ocean. You're looking foreword to seeing some of your cousins, who are most likely bigger then you.
You try to keep up with Mike and his eating, but your belly gets very sore and stuffed after the 3rd slice and Mike and Dad keep on going.
After dinner you head upstairs and continue to pack.
You pack extra stuff since you're going home with Uncle Ben, Aunty Lori and Brad. You wonder what Brad looks like these days, you haven't seen him in 8 years. Last time you were together you two were best of pals, sneaking ice cream treats, taking down Mike and watching TV and playing video games. Back then Brad was a tubby 9 year old, you wonder what he's like now. You guess you'll find out in 2 days.
You continue to pack, then what happens?
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