Jules shook his wounded fist in the air and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, unaware of the green glow that was beginning to show through the cracks of his fingers as he thought about how much he didn't want to be here, about how much he wished that he could just tell Rob what he really thought of him and their 'friendship.
Leaning back in the toilet and staring up at the spackled ceiling of the bathroom, Jules closed his eyes and muttered "I wish I could boss Rob around for a change!"
And with that, the magic built up within the Ahn'Ger Stone released, altering the tapestry of reality and whisking the teenage bully off the toilet and away from the high school entirely, depositing him gently in a seated position on the edge of his bed, in the tiny room of the tiny trailer that he called home.
Jules's first reaction to being magically transported back to his home was to immediately fall backwards, the cold stainless steel of the toilet's flusher no longer there to serve as a somewhat painful backrest.
"Shit!" Jules cried out in surprise, his eyes snapping open and his arms flailing wildly as he slipped backwards onto his mattress, the bed frame creaking as it normally did as he settled his mass upon it. And the Stone, released from it's fleshy cage as Jules hands scrambled for purchase, sailed free and bounced off the wall, landing on the un-made blue sheets that covered it's owner's (for the moment) bed. The boy lay there for a moment, stunned at what had just happened as he recovered his bearings.
"I'm...what the hell!" Jules whispered as he saw and smelled the familiar scents of his room, the faded Metallica poster on his closet door, the dated wood paneling that covered the rest of his room, the tiny TV and PS2 on the coffee table at the end of his single occupant bed that was hooked up to it but rarely used, the remnants of a past life.
Jules could do little more than blink in stunned silence at what had just transpired. How did he get from the school back to home? Had..had he mixed up his cigarettes again and grabbed the one with the weed? Was the weed bad? Maybe he hallucinated or blacked out or something and wandered home...Jules fished the pack out of his pocket and stared at it in suspicion.
But that was when he became aware of the figure standing in the door way to the little-more-than-a-closet bedroom. The fading rays of sunlight as the ball of fire slipped behind the trees at the edge of the trailer court and caught their hair, making it shine a fiery, and familiar, red that caught his eyes, and Jules's head snapped to the intruder, his eyes going even wider as he realized who it was.
Was that Rob? Wait...no way!