The other persona growing inside him...the Goth girl, came out like lava out of a volcano.
"You bitch," Jon snarled a bit. "You..." she'd heard the wish, so she knew that the initial feelings she'd had for Tiffany had been amplified. "Why did you do this to me?" She demanded, grabbing Tiffany by the shirt. "Jeeze...why do you have to be so cute?" She said, struggling in conflict.
Tiffany, on the other hand, was a bit scared by the sudden change in Jon's demeanor. She didn't realize how powerful the feelings she'd given Jon were, and suddenly realized how dangerous that could be. Why had she used the word madly? "I can fix this...sorry...I wasn't thinking. I wish that when I wished for you to be madly in love with me...I didn't mean angry...I meant the other meaning...infatuated. But in a good healthy way...."
Jon seemed to calm down a bit, as the feelings for Tiffany became more controllable. She was still was angry though. "Stop messing with my feelings."
"I wasn't thinking..." Tiffany said. "I just...I've never had a girl in my bedroom before..."
"I liked you before you made the wish," Jon said, the Goth girl firmly in control, making her male persona feel like a backseat passenger. "You could have just asked me out, instead of messing with me."
"Do you want to go out?" Tiffany asked.
Jon thought about it. "Saturday afternoon, lunch....you pay," she said.
"It's a date."
Jon gave Tiffany a look. "If we have fun, you'll get a second. And no more wishes about me."
"Deal."
She wondered how she was going to tell her friends she was going out on a date...her thoughts turning to Sarah made her remember she was supposed to be fixing something.
