He turned and saw Karyn with the other guy, and it suddenly hit Jon who he was. His giant smile gave it away. It split across his face and almost made him look crazy.
"Donald?" Jon asked, stepping out of the line. Back in the second grade, Donald Lefler had been one of his best friends. He had been a lot smaller and less muscular then. He moved away to somewhere on the east coast in the third grade. Now he had fifty pounds of muscle and two inches on Jon.
Donald's eyes and face lit up again when he saw him. "Now we can get the party started!" Without warning, Donald wrapped his arms around Jon in a giant, back slapping bear hug. The slaps hurt.
Karyn laughed as Donald put Jon down, noting the look of bewilderment on Jon's face. "Don't worry, he did the same thing to me."
"So, what's up, Jon?" Donald's eyes flicked down at Jon's apple red tights. "And when did you start wearing pantyhose?"
Jon's heart beat a little faster. Did the wish even work on Donald? Was he still going to think of Jon as a weirdo? Or worse?
"Uh, a few years after you left. They're actually really comfortable."
"Well, I'll take your word for it. Sides, if you got the lady legs to pull of pantyhose, might as well use em."
Jon was pretty sure Donald was just being Donald and didn't really care much about his tights, but he still wanted to change the subject. "So, are you visiting or did you move back?"
"I am back, baby. Been back for two days, actually."
"He's starting over at Carroll next week." Karyn said. Carroll High was the town's other high school and fierce rivals to Weston High, the school John and Karyn went to. Though, both of them lived within two blocks of the dividing line between the schools.
"Well, I'd love to stay and talk," Donald said, "But I need to pick up some ice cream or my mom will get mean with me."
"Do you want to get together soon?" Karyn said. "The three of us, I mean, to catch up."
"Absolutely. You guys should swing by my new pad."
"How does tomorrow sound?" Karyn asked.
"It sounds great." And Donald made that wide almost crazy smile. "I'll get us some pizza."
Karyn smiled and nodded, "I'll be there."
Jon looked between Donald and Karyn, and saw the way she played with her fingers, nervously twining and untwining them. Donald didn't seem to notice.
"OK. You got my number, right?"
"Yep."
"Well, I'll call you, you call Jon, and we can hang out all night."
"Great."
"Sounds good, Donald." Jon said.
"I'm gonna get my ice cream on, then I'm gonna roll. It's been good seeing you guys." He gave Karyn a quick smile and then headed over to the counter.
"Sooooooo, you still have a bit of a crush on Donald." Jon said, a devilish smile on his face.
"What? No." Karyn shook her head, "Nope." She paused and looked at Donald, "Ok. Maybe a little." She paused again, still playing with her fingers, "A little a lot."
"You should ask him out."
"Why not?"
"Because what if he says no? Besides, it's not like you've ever asked someone out."
Jon smiled again, an almost Donald-like crazed grin.
"What? When?" Karyn asked.
"Just now. See that girl at the counter. Her name's Ellie, and she thought my tights were cute. I asked her out." Jon said, shrugging, as if it wasn't a big thing.
Karyn's eyes were plastered with shock. And then she looked Jon up and down, like several people had already today. "And are you going to wear that, or something like it, on your date?"
"Yeah? She likes my tights." Jon said defensively.
"It's not the tights, Jon. It's everything else." Zoe came up to the pair and took her cone from Jon's hand. She looked quizzically at Karyn.
"What's up?"
"Do you want to give Jon a fashion makeover?"
Jon blanched and started to fidget in his tights.
"Only all my life," Zoe said. The girls pushed Jon to a set of plush chairs, and they started to redesign his wardrobe.
