'Hey, wanna go get lunch?' I texted Ethan. It was a bit later than usual, but I was hoping that he hadn't eaten yet.
'Sorry. Already ate,' Ethan texted back.
I glared at my phone. Then back at the journal. 'Ethan Montgomery hasn't eaten lunch today.' I looked back at my phone again to see that his text had changed. 'Yeah man I'm famished. You better hurry up or I'll eat without you.'
"That's more like it..." I muttered as I closed the notebook and headed down to the cafeteria. He was already in line for a pizza as I walked up behind him. Ethan was never a guy who really stood out. At 5'10" and 140ish pounds he fit into any crowd easily. His hair was always cut to a descent length and he barely had anything else that would make him stand out at all except for his squarish glasses. Yet, somehow that only made him look all the more generic. "Eating kind of late. Eh?"
Ethan nodded. "Yeah. Guess I kind of forgot..." he said as he rubbed his stomach. "Don't know why though."
I shrugged. There was a bit of a smile creeping out of the sides of my lips. As much as I tried, I couldn't make it disappear. Luckily the guy behind the counter called for us and Ethan went to order a pizza. I was right behind him and got one as well. We paid and sat at one of the booths near a back wall. His eyes shifted to my notebook when we sat down.
"New notebook?"
I grabbed it instinctually. "Uhh... Yeah," I suddenly felt nervous about it being in the open. With unlimited power, it seemed completely normal to want to keep it safe.
Ethan scoffed when he saw my hand clench it. "Don't worry man. I'm not going to steal any of your ideas..." He smiled. "I'd never do them any justice anyways."
"Ri-right," I stammered. He thought it was another one of my story notebooks. In high school I'd been known as the weirdo with too many ideas and carried a notebook around to write them all down. Most people just ignored me, but there was the occasion bully who'd ask me a story idea, then mock me for it. Always pointing out possible plot holes or just saying the story didn't make any sense. "Hey," I interrupted my own thoughts trying to think of a way to start the conversation I wanted to have, "if you had a magical notebook to change anything about yourself, what would you change?"
"A notebook like that?" Ethan smiled as his eyes narrowed in on it.
My fingers instinctively gripped it again. But I tried to keep the conversation light. "Yeah. What would you change?"
"Well..." Ethan took a second to think, grabbing his chin to really give it some thought. "First I'd probably make myself as big and handsome as those superhero guys from the movies. Just so all the ladies find me unbearably attractive. Then give myself a porn sized dick to really complete the package. Guys would get all jealous but even through my shorts they could see I was packin." He smiled as he grabbed his dick. "Then I'd make it so girls would want to get fucked by me whenever I wanted. And then probably give myself millions of dollars."
I felt my mouth go dry. One hand squeezed the notebook while the other squeezed the table. My dick woke up and I had to shift my weight to get comfortable. That all sounded so perfect. Maybe not the who woman part, but that was something I could live with. "That sounds perfect..." I said.
"I know right? But honestly, if I wanted a more realistic dream, probably just put myself on the football or wrestling team and give myself good grades," Ethan added. "Too bad something like that doesn't exist."
"Yeah..." I nodded. "But it's still fun to think about. Just to think about any kind of possibility."
"True. Like if I could turn into like a werewolf or something, that'd be awesome too," Ethan added. I stared a bit stunned. "I'm not a furry!" He quickly defended himself. "It's just that turning into a massive wolf creature would be cool and then having the muscle and strength..." he stopped himself.
"Ethan! Kevin!" the guy who was serving the pizzas called. I could see a bit of relief wash over his face as he heard our names.
"I'll get it," Ethan tapped on the table as he stood up and headed back to the grab our lunches. I grabbed my notebook and started writing.