Before Drake even realized it, Alan had made a second grab for the lamp. With his now larger, far more athletic body, he was able to snatch it out of Drake's hand. "H-hey!" Drake shouted and tried to snatch it back. He was far too slow. Before he knew it, Beldazarr had disappeared from his vision.
"Really..." Alan said to no one in particular. "That's crazy..."
'This can't be good...' Drake thought to himself. He needed to get that lamp back. "What was that for?" Drake demanded. "Give me back my lamp!"
A mischievous grin appeared on Alan's face. "So... All I have to do is say is..." Alan's voice cut out.
Drake felt a pit form in his stomach. He knew Alan had to be wishing for something. It couldn't be too bad though. Right? Being such an awesome dude, Alan could only do something good with the wish. Right? That's why Alan was his best friend after all. The pit in his stomach started to waver, but Drake knew he needed to get the lamp back even if it was taken by someone as cool as Alan.
"Alan. Can I please have my lamp back?" Drake asked.
"I'm your best friend, aren't I?" Alan asked. "Just let me borrow it for a little while."
"But--" Drake tried to think of a reason he should have it back. Nothing came to mind. "Alright..." he relented. "But I do want it back by the end of the day."
"Thanks buddy," Alan rustled Drake's hair, but never confirmed that he would give it back. "Now let's get to class. Don't want to be late after all."
"R-right!" Drake said as he followed Alan out of the dorm building.