As Jon took the stone out of its box, he contemplated his wish. He couldn't wish for Lucy to be eighteen. She had a good life and it would be cruel to steal some years from her. Wishing himself to be twelve however ...
But he really didn't want to be twelve again. He'd have to go through both middle school and high school all over again.
Perhaps there was a way to be friends with Lucy without having to change himself or Lucy.
"Hmm," Jon said, thinking to himself. His eyes lit up when he figured out the perfect wish. "I wish ..."
