The door burst open and filling up the doorway was a 14 year old with a sleeveless Grey, baggy shirt and blue baggy basketball shorts. His hair blonde and tufts of his poked out from underneath his hat that matched his shorts and... eyes?
Sam suddenly looked at his blue eyes and realized.
"What, dude?"
The body in front of Sam looked like it should be much taller than it was, then realizing that Sam filled up most of the doorway also. The person's muscles were defined on his arms and his chest created a slight shelf in the baggy shirt. The beginnings of hair could be seen underneath the connection between this boy's arms and his broad beginnings of wrestler's shoulders.
"Max?" Sam stared at the new version of his old friend. His legs and exposed feet seemed abnormally large to Sam. Of course this was because he was grew up too. What the hell happened? When did I start swearing so much?
Max raised an eyebrow. "Yeeeah? What is wrong with you today dude?"
Sam paused for a second, "Uhh. My mom said that you couldn't come over until my homework's done."
"Dude, I watched you finish it in study yesterday. And when was the last time I called before coming over here?"
"I.. don't know..." Awkward pause. "What's study?"
"Mr. Kramer's 5th block study? Uhm, dude are you okay? You want to start from the beginning? Sam Connor. 14 years old. East Bumfuck, New Hampshire? Swimming team, straight A's, no girlfriend, ha ha."
Sam just stared forward at this exaggerated form of his friend max and started to feel warm. He look at his arms as they spread out of his shirt. His gaze fell down to his toes. The word masculine came to Sam's head as he looked at Max's developed feet, and his enlarged toes that wiggled. His feet looked like size 10 boats attached to newly haired thicker legs.
Sam snapped out of it and began to play his part. "Uh, haha just kidding dude. Uh what do you want to do?"
"Uh..."