Jon looked at his dark gray shirt again, this time changing his mind about it. "No. This isn't gonna work. Gray is not black. I want black."
He looked at all his clothes in his closet. Ugh. Green, blue, red? Yellow, even? He didn't even know why he even had those colors.
"I wish all my clothes were black." The stone glowed and Jon watched all of his clothes darken until they became black. Now, of course, none of his clothes were gothic, like Zoe's, because he only acquired her taste in black-colored clothes, not gothic ones.
He smiled, but then got annoyed. If my fucking mom didn't force me to wear all those ridiculous colors, maybe then I wouldn't have had to use the stone, he thought.
Unknown to Jon, he had mimicked Zoe's perturbed attitude, because Zoe was again the closest person to him when he made his wish.
