I approached the house slowly, dropping my cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with my foot before walking up to the door. What was I going to find when I opened that door? I had to confess to being just a little bit nervous. What the hell had come over me when I'd picked up the stone? I glanced down, my bust a constant reminder of what had happened the first time I'd tried making a wish. Why had I been so damn cocky with that thing. Gay? Come on Karyn, what hell were you thinking? I guess the truth was that I hadn't... Well, that's not completely true. I'd noticed certain things the last day or two. Things about Jon.
I'd noticed the way he was looking at me, even when I'd approached him on the wall the other day. Even before I'd accidentally added what felt like a hundred pounds of extra weight to my chest. I'd known right then that, though he might never tell me, Jon Gibson was in love with me. It had terrified me. I mean, of course I cared about Jon and yes, I did love him. But come on, we'd been best friends since like second grade. I couldn't say for sure that I didn't love him like that, but that was the problem. I just wasn't sure if I felt that way. I guess I just wanted a little bit of time to think about it.
Hence that stupid wish. I knew Jon very well, and I was sure that I probably had nothing to worry about but what if? What if he decided that he wanted me, and used the wishing stone to that end? There would have been nothing I could do to stop it. Hell, I thought, I probably wouldn't even have realized it was happening. Like I said, I probably had nothing to worry about. Odds were that Jon wouldn't do such an underhanded thing, but that scary what if? had continued to loom over my head.
I had been a spur of the moment thing. I'd thought to myself, how can I make sure he doesn't use it on me? I'd realized that if he were gay, then I would probably not have anything to worry about. I'd had to make myself gay too to make things fair, but at least it would buy me a little bit of time. Besides the more time passed, the more comfortable I felt in my new role, almost eerily so. All of that talk about a new perspective had originally been a crock, designed to hide my true motives, but now I was starting to buy it.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into the house, anxious to see what kind of havoc I had brought down with my wish.
