Jon stomped into his bedroom and slammed the door. No way was he going to eat dinner with that bitch.
"I'll get my own fucking food," Jon said aloud, grabbing the stone from its hiding place. He was about to wish up some food for himself, but then thought of something better.
Jon appeared in the McDonald's parking lot (fortunately, no one saw him appear out of nowhere) and walked into the restaurant.
Surprisingly, Jon wasn't the only Goth there. Amber was standing in line, ready to order. Her pink-dyed hair was too hard to miss.
"Hey, Amber," he said, approaching her.
She turned and smiled. "Hey, Jon. Let me guess. You didn't want to eat with your bitchy sister."
"How did you know that?"
"It's the excuse you gave yesterday."
Jon was about to say that he didn't remember that, but then he remembered that everyone thought that Jon had always been a Goth boy, when in truth he had only been Goth for a few hours. It was getting harder and harder for him to remember that he was a Goth because of a wish. Trevor's original personality was almost completely in control of him.
"What are you doing here?" Jon asked Amber.
"Are you kidding? You don't know?" She saw that he really didn't. "You know how much of an asshole my dad is, right? You think I want to go back to that? I'd rather stay out."
"You have to go back sometime."
"Only after he passes out from drinking too much."
After they ordered their food, they sat down at one of the tables. They noticed a few people giving them irritated glances and others actually moved to other tables, keeping their distance from Jon and Amber.
But the two didn't care. They had both gotten used to it (in the short time they've had so far).
Amber looked down at her greasy burger. She remembered always getting a salad at McDonald's, the few times she had actually gone there. Now it disgusted her. Not her getting the salad, but the memories associated with getting the salad. Her bubbly preppy cheerleader life. It made her want to vomit. She didn't know how she could tolerate being like that for so long. She hoped that she'd stay a Goth forever.
As they ate, Amber looked up at Jon and asked him "Did you fix things with Jessica?"
Jon threw a wicked smile at her. "Oh yeah."
"Good."
After finishing up, they threw their trash away.
"Where are you going now?" Jon asked.
"I was thinking of going to The Spiked Pit. You wanna come?"
The Spiked Pit was a Goth club on the outskirts of town. Jon was going to just go home, but staying up through all the hours of the night at a club with Amber didn't seem like such a bad thing.
