"Have you found it yet?" Biff called out.
Jon was bent over, searching throughout the convertible for the stone while Biff got a great view of his date's pink thong. It had to be in here. If it wasn't, then he's lost it. And if he's lost it, someone could find it. And if someone had it...
Jon's face had gone red and he was stress chewing his gum. "It's, like, not in here!" It was hard to miss the sparkly surface of the terrible thing, and it definitely wasn't in this car. Maybe it only had a maximum wish capacity and it just vanished? Like there was only a certain amount of stupid wishes to make? That seemed like wishful thinking (pardon the pun), but it was all Jon could think of. After every other wish it appeared in his hand, why would it just vanish this time?
Gently, Biff pulled Jon out of the car. He could tell Jon was getting worked up, and there was serious panic in his eyes. "Hey, hey, it's ok." Biff pulled him in for a hug. Despite Biff's large frame, it was tender and Jon nearly melted into the man's body. "You might have left it at the house, whatever it is," Biff said "It'll probably be there when you get back."
"Umm yeah you're right," Jon wasn't sure, and couldn't help but worry. Biff noticed this. "Hey," the footballer said "You know what I do when I'm stressed?" Jon shook his head, to which Biff smiled. "I blow out my cheeks like chipmunk."
"What?" Jon was confused. But there wasn't a single hint of joking on Biff's face. "Yeah," Biff continued "Growing up, I didn't know all the stuff other kids did. Everytime I didn't know something everyone else seemed to just get it, and it made me super stressed. So, I go to a room by myself, and just bloat my cheeks like this."
Biff puffed his cheeks to huge proportions. Jon couldn't help but smile. He looked so silly. Biff stopped. "Give it a try."
Jon took a breathe, and blew out his cheeks in the same fashion. Strangely, it actually worked. He felt just a little less worried about all that's happened. He stopped and laughed. He barely noticed he was still wrapped in Biff's arms.
Biff smiled, staring into his eyes. "You looked real cute doing that."
Jon blushed. "Don't make fun of me." He slapped Biff's chest with his daintier hand.
"I wasn't." Slowly, Biff moved his face closer to Jon's. What was happening? Was this going to be Jon's first ki...
Before he even knew it, Jon was kissing his old bully, in the car park of the bowling alley. It was gentle, both of them savouring the moment as it happened. Jon had his hands wrapped around Biff's neck, and kept kissing deeper and deeper. His stubble felt strange, scratchy, yet great. God he smelt good.
"Oh. My. GAWD!!!" A voice boomed. The amorous couple turned their heads to the source, with Jon's pink lipstick leaving a mark on Biff. Standing there, was Sarah. Blonde, perfect cheerleader, and as far as Jon was aware, Biff's long term girlfriend. Dressed immaculately in a designer white coat and red dress with a pair of expensive red pumps. She had a reputation around school as, well let's face it, a bitch. Karyn absolutely hated her. What was she telling about? And only just then did Jon realized who he was kissing.
"Sarah, don't-" Biff tried to butt in. "Don't don't me, you stupid OAF!" Sarah pointed at her ex with one of her long red acrylics "You dare break up with ME, and who do you end up going out with?! This gay boy?!"
Biff turned to Jon "Quick, let's get out of here." He opened the door to his car again, and Jon climbed in. It was probably best not to say anything to her, so Jon just kept his head down. Woah, his tits actually looked incredible in this top. No wonder Biff felt so... tense downstairs.
Sarah started trotting over, more akin to a wolverine than a cheerleader in the way she moved. "You don't get to just drive away from me, you dick" she yelled as Biff got into the driver's seat "I swear, I'm going to fuck you up Biff! No one breaks up with me! I could be with any guy I want!"
"Whatever you say, Sarah," Biff muttered, as he sped away leaving the girl furious.
