He was caught in a headlock by what seemed like a giant set of hands...connected to a booming voice. "What are you doing in my room, runt?"
The grip on Jon was released just enough to allow the voice to adjust its grip so Jon could see into his face. "Mikey?" He choked. His little brother was not only older...and Jon himself smaller...but he was gigantic and was wearing the jersey of the high school football team...
"Mike, you little runt..." he corrected. "Now...get the hell away from my stuff. If I catch you in here again..."
Jon ran...he had to find a way to fix this wish...
