Andrew Gives Him A Spell

"Alright. Let's say I believe you. So what? What do you have to tell me, Mr. Future Man?"

Andrew was here for one reason and one reason only--guilt. Three years from now in the future, he would kill Jonathan and hated himself for it. He wanted to make it up to his friend, some how.

"Take this spell. Enjoy," said Andrew, handing over a parchment with a mysterious symbol. "It'll change your life." He smiled, leaving the room. Only two people in the world would be immune from it, Andrew and Jonathan.

It was the very next morning that Andrew, in the coffee den on campus, realized Jonathan had used the 'Superstar' Spell, as he nicknamed it. Jonathan was on magazines. People buzzed his name. They gossiped about his legend. Women described how turned on they were by him. Some men too, even.

Andrew smiled knowing he had done his friend a world of favour. He smiled even better when Jonathen approached, tapping him on the shoulder. We wore "Groucho Marx" glasses and a trench-coat.

"Thank you," breathed Jonathan, tired from hiding. "Thank you, who ever the hell you are."

"Don't mention it. Just if in two years, you're playing Dungeons & Dragons, let the Burninator win once and a while?"

"Umm... Whatever." With that, Jonathan went on his way. But before he could even leave the quiet table, he was approached.

"Willow! Tara!" said Jonathan. The two eager new lovers glanced at him with hungry smiles.

"Just the man I wanted to see," said the lesbian--or not-so-lesbia--Tara.

Willow just ran her fingers across his trenchcoat.

"We have to talk or go out or... We made a collage!" said Tara.

"That's nice," said Jonathan, over-whelmed by the focus of women on him.

"So... Would you like to go back to our place and look at the collage? Your little friend can come to," said Willow.

Andrew stood up and shrugged. "Little?" he paused. "Oh well, whatever, I'll go with you."

"So I guess it's a double-date then," sighed Jonathan.