"Alright alright." He chuckled. Ben held is hand over the well, then released his grip, thinking of his wish. He heard a plop as the water rippled, then felt... something odd. Like a wave of heart washed over him... as reality itself changed....
"Woah... almost felt a little dizzy for a second there." He laughed aloud before he turned to face Monica. "Now, how about yooo-AH!"
Before him was Monica.... but not looking any way like she should.
For one, her clothes had changed. Instead of her skirt and blouse, she wore an oversized school jersey and a pair of loose jeans. Her long hair was now extremely short, and was VERY curly. She usually straightened it and loved to keep it long, but now it was a short, unruly mess. She didn't seem to have any makeup on, and strangest of all was her physique. While the jersey hid some of her features, from her exposed arms Ben could see that she was very fit, and VERY different from the chubbier, cute girl Ben knew. She was even almost HIS height! The woman before him looked way more like a random tom-boy than Monica.
"Oh my god babe are you alright?!" He yelled, baffled at what had happened. There was no way this could be a joke. One second she was dressed like her normal girly self, and the next... this!
"Oh jeez!" She gasped, practically jumping in place. "Don't scare me like that Ben you almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Well, she sounds like herself." Ben thought before bringing up the elephant in the park. "B-but babe, look at you! At your clothes!"
"Oh shit, I didn't get a stain on my lucky jersey did I?!" She asked, tugging it out to get a better look.
"W-what? No... w-wait, YOUR jersey?" He asked, trying and failing to imagine a world where she would be seen wearing that in public.
"Uh, yeah?" She chuckled. "Babe what's wrong with you. I literally wear this every game day. I was even wearing it when we met."
"No you weren't"
"Hm, damn okay you got me. I guess the game was just the first time we talked. We definitely saw one another and checked each other out at the gym before then.
"Yeah, well that's...." Ben trailed off. The day they met was at the gym, but not because Monica went there. She was there to meet a friend, and then her and Ben got talking. "I love hockey." He muttered.
"Duh, we both do?" She chuckled. "Okay, why are you fucking with me?"
"What's your favorite game?" He asked.
"What?"
"Please, just humor me." He sighed.
"Same as you, Portal 2?"
"Favorite food?"
"Same as you, apples?!" She sighed. "Ben what's up with you?"
Ben couldn't believe it. His joke which actually worked. When he wished Monica was more like him, this was exactly what he jokingly thought about. The thought of how much more they'd get along if Monica was way more like him... but he didn't expect it to work! His head turned, and there it still sat... the wishing well.
"Holy shit."