An old friend and a New Enemy. Part one.

A few days had passed since Samantha bought me the car. There have been zero run-ins with that crazy thirst for power lady and the food is amazing. I wouldn't be surprised if the food is made by top chefs from around the world. They all do an awesome job. Julie kills at making breakfast and I can somehow not get over that.

After breakfast, Samantha and I head back upstairs so she can take a shower and I can work out.

A small workout room on downstairs level had a rack of dumbbells, weights, a treadmill, and bands for everything. Speakers are in every corner of the room and a stereo sits on a table that must have them all hooked together.

I had changed out of my PJs and into a dry-fit shirt and basketball shorts. I'm not the biggest fan when it comes to showing skin or muscles. I do it every once in a while, though, to show off. Not anymore though.

The first thing I do is set the station to a hip-hop one and set my water bottle aside. I stretch out my muscles, shake it off and get right to work.

First is arms, then abs, then legs, then all together. Cool down and Stretch. A simple forty-five-minute workout. I've done this many times.

Within those few minutes of starting, sweat is already forming on my forehead. It feels good to be able to work out again with real weights instead of having to use the bars in the cage at the pet stores to build muscle. Not my proudest moment.

In the last five minutes of working all my muscles, I like to challenge myself by holding a handstand for as long as I can and maybe do a push-up or two while I'm at it.

I shake off all the tightness and soreness, wipe the sweat off my face, and pump myself up one more time.

In a matter of seconds, I'm upside down holding my body up by my tired arms. I had set a timer on my watch to tell me when I can drop. Five minutes from now.

The ground begins to shake and Samantha calls my name. I don't drop though. Maybe some part of me wants her to find me like this, but I don't know why. Ever since I met Samantha I have been acting strange around her, like less of an ass than usual. Not that I have a problem being less of an ass than the average ass demeanor that I normally carry around.

"Caesar! Alexia is almost here!" Samantha calls. "You better not have gone back to bed!"

I've been doing that lately for the last few days. I'm sure you would to if you had to deal with giants all day long. These guys can suck the energy right out of your soul.

"Caesar?" I see Samantha's sneaker come into view outside the window. Then a knee, then a face. She looks at me with confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Working out," I respond through gritted teeth. "Why?"

My shirt slips from my body and shows off all the hard work and progress that I've made on my body over the years.

Samantha's face flushes with embarrassment. "Holy shit you're ripped."

The curse word catches me off guard and I fall on my back. There a short zap off pain up my back before I sit up and rub my injuries.

"Are-are you okay?" She hesitates to ask.

"Yeah, but I think you gave me a bruise," I grumble still trying to rub the pain away.

"I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to startle you." Samantha stumbles to apologize. "I shouldn't have looked or... or..."

"Yo, calm down there. It's just a bruise, not a broken bone." I say getting to my feet. "You don't need to have a panic attack, okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, okay," Samantha mutters.

"Cool. I'll be right out after I take a quick shower."

Samantha nods and gets up to walk away.

I take a hand full of large gulps from my water bottle and head upstairs, flip in the shower and pull out fresh clothes. This time something nicer than sweatpants or jeans. Well, I wouldn't say skinny jeans are much of an upgrade but they are better then what I normally wear -not to mention but I did get a yellow sleeved cream hoodie the other day that goes well with what I'm wearing.

The hot water on my body is nice. Though I did say I'd take a quick shower for Samantha, it may or may not have been a bit of a white lie. I have good reasons to lie to her about how long I take a shower!  So don't give me that look.

Furious tapping shakes the house as if a space ship were trying to pick up my entire house at once. I don't think Samantha can pick this place without something breaking her back or the house. I don't want to find out.

"Caesar!"

I turn off the water, hop out of the shower, dry off and get dressed. "I'm coming!! I'm coming!!"

Samantha picks me up off the front porch and heads downstairs with a brisk pace. She's excited to see this Alexia friend of hers. Maybe they haven't seen each other in a long time or something like that. Who knows, this could be a bargaining meeting and I'm the price.

Samantha sets me down on the coffee table in the huge living room that could probably hold five or six football fields in my size.

"I'll be right back." She announces quickly while walking away. "Don't go anywhere."

A large flat screen t.v. takes up half a wall with a collection of consoles that most likely have never been touched from what I can tell. An L shaped couch takes up nearly all of space and a lone comforter sits in the corner. I wish I could sit in that comforter and relax, but I promised Samantha that I'd meet her friend. In return, she said this girl won't try and kill me. Like that makes me feel any better.

A heavy amount of girlish squeals are heard from the large foyer that you are dumped in when entering the house. Those girly squeals turn into chatter that grows louder and louder when the girls are getting close.

The high pitched voice must be Samantha's friend, because Samantha doesn't sound like that, duh, and none of her maids sound that ear bleeding annoying.

When they come into view in the room, I'm automatically drawn to the rainbow dyed hair on the shorter girl's head. She even has vibrant green eyes like a viper. I don't know if I should be relieved or nervous.

Now that I think about the situation that I'm in, this probably wasn't the best idea.

"She's on the coffee table," Samantha's voice snaps me out of thought. I see her pointing right at me. Gee, you might as well gave me a crazy light to shine as well Sam. "She doesn't like be picked up unless she knows you well enough and she doesn't like it when people get in her personal space."

Her friend waves off her warnings causally. "Plu-ease, Samantha. Trust me, I know a lot more about tinies then you do. What you're talking about is just a faze like teenage angst. It'll take its course and pass by as everything does."

"But I don't think-"

"Up-up-up!" The rainbow-haired colored teen holds up a hand to cut Samantha off.

This girl is already pissing me off and I haven't met her yet. Just watching how she treats Samantha already has my mind made. There's no way in hell I'm going to befriend this chick.

Samantha looks over to me to see if I would want to meet this girl. It's not like she can hear my answer which is hell no!

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you." She's talking about my shitty attitude towards newbies.

"There's no need to worry, Sammy girl," Sammy girl? Who the hell does this girl think she is?! "I can handle a tiny."

The rainbow hair colored chick walks on over and sits on the floor. She's got this weird look on her face. Like she's trying to figure a puzzle out. She brings her olive skin face closer and I take step back.

"I think there's someone here who would love to see you." She says with a smile. A smile I'm not all too comfortable with.

I cross my arms and watch the giant teenager scuffle around in her handbag to find something or someone. Samantha takes a seat behind me which means she's got my back.

"Ah! There you are!" The teen pulls out someone from her handbag, hands cupped all around them.

She holds out her hands over the table and opens them up. A young man walks out with the worlds spikiest black hair and snazzy clothing. Black suit like pants, a white button-up shirt white sleeves up past his elbows and a loose red tie around his neck. I immediately recognize his face.

"Xavier?" I question, shock hiding in my throat. "Is that you?"

The man holds out his arms. "The one and only! Surprised to see me?"

"Wait, you two know each other?" Samantha asks. I ignore the question and walk up to my old friend.

I look him up and down, that same shit eating smile that's been plastered on his face for years, has not changed at all. What to do first? Ask questions now or later?

"Like what you see?" He asks with confidence. As if he forgot what he did.

"You son of a bitch," I mutter low enough for him not to hear.

"What did you say, sweetheart? I didn't hear that?"

I grit my teeth and like lightning strike the man with a solid punch to the jaw.

"Caesar!" Samantha yelps. She's quick to pull me away from the man who's now sitting on his ass, holding his wound.

"You dare come here and act all smug and careless like you forgot what you did!" I shout in rage. Samantha restrains me by clamping her hands around me. "I'll kick your little ass right here, right now!"

"I wasn't expecting that." Samantha's friend mutters, wide-eyed with curiosity. She's enjoying this and it pisses me off more.

"S-sorry. I didn't think she'd lash out like that." Samantha apologizes.

"It's fine. This isn't the first time she's knocked me on my butt." Xavier responds, standing effortlessly, wiggling his jaw to see if I broke anything. Sadly, I didn't. The jerk deserves more than a broken jaw.

Sam's friend tells him to hush.

I worm half my body out of Sam's grip. She reinforces her grip on me.

"Caesar, calm down."

I might have heard her wrong, but it sounded like she was pleading for me to stop. The hurting tone from someone who's given me a chance makes my heart ache. There's also something else there. I don't know what it is though.

I take a few deep breaths and let my anger go. The grips around me loosen up and I stand on my own two feet. Samantha still keeps her hands around me like a wall to make sure I don't do something like that again.

"Okay. I'm okay."

A moment passes for everyone to soak up what has happened.

"You've got an interesting tiny there, Sammy." Rainbow girl giggles. "How did you come up with the name Caesar for her?"

"I didn't name her, Alexia," Samantha says flatly.

"That's her real name," Xavier adds.

"Zip it." Alexia snaps. Xavier flinches and quiets himself.

I take note. Sounds like Xavier has a horrible owner. Serves him right. He's the whole reason why I got caught in the first place.

The experiences I've had with crazy people who own tinies makes me appreciate what Samantha has given me. Actual human freedom to an extent. Of course, I can't live on my own, but I at least get some privacy.

People use tinies for some crazy things. Some even buy collars for their tinies as if they were dogs. I remember one little girl tried to put a collar on me. I bit her and was immediately taken back to the store.

I hope this girl isn't as insane as others.