"It's done," Biff said.
Jon opened his eyes. "What's done?" He looked around. "What the hell am I doing on the floor?" He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, straightening out his muscle shirt. Then he flexed his arm and smiled. "Man, I'm hot." He turned around and looked at Biff. "Hey, man. Are you okay? You look a little dazed."
"No," Biff said, smiling. "I'm just fine. Couldn't be better."
Jon slapped him on the shoulder. "Good, because I want to head down the gym before we go out with the girls."
Biff watched Jon in amazement. He actually thought that he was best friends with Biff. He made sure that Jon thought that they had grown up together and even had the same interests. Biff didn't wish for Jon to be a jock, but that's just how it all turned out. He supposed that since all his friends were jocks, the stone just made Jon one too. And it was all for the best. Jon was definitely someone he could call a friend now. He was most certainly not a loser.
"Hey, Biff," Jon said, out in the hallway. "Come on, man. Let's go."
