Ask him

"Alright fine." you say, "How do you want me to prove it?"

"Bro, seriously if it wasn't your birthday, i'd be making mad fun of you right now." He says.

"I'm serious. Come on, tell me what to wish for to prove it." you say candidly. Jake rolls his eyes.

"Fine, wish that we." he says, pointing at the two of you, "Were famous rock stars, in the world's most successful band." he chuckles, "Not like you have any musical ability." That makes you laugh.

"I guess I can play the triangle." you say as you take a deep breath. "Alright, I wish that Jake and I are famous rock stars, our band being the worlds most successful band in history."

Suddenly the lights began to shimmer as the scene changed. You find yourself in tight leather, surrounded by a crowd of screaming fans. The lights shine bright as you hear the loud music ripple through your bones. You see Jake, wailing on a guitar, doing a call and response with the audience.

"Do you wanna suck" (YEAH)

"Do you wanna fuck" (YEAH)

"Do you wanna touch me there? where?

You feel your hands move, chiming an electric triangle as new memories flood into your mind. You and Jake started a band out of high school called "Richard Pigz". You played a few gigs before getting signed to a massive label. You released your first album - Rock's Hard - and it was an instant success. Richard Pigz was the hottest band, travelling the country.

Before you knew it the show was over and you met up with Jake at your trailer.

"Holy shit man!" you say, "I told you whatever I wished for came true."

"What are you talking about?" Jake said, wiping the eyeliner off in the mirror.

"The magic wishes," you say, confused.

"Wishes? Magic? Are you high again bro." he said, not looking from the mirror. "You gotta be careful with that shit, I don't want it ruining what we got here."

"No, I'm not high. I was just talking about how you told me to wish we were rockstars and I did. that's why this all happened" you say and Jake stops to look at you.

"No what happened is we put in alot of fucking hard work in to get where we are today. Don't give yourself all the credit for a stupid wish," He said looking back at the mirror.

"UGH! I wish you'd just believe me!" You mutter, not thinking. You see a slight chill go through Jake as he looks at you.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me before, but I believe you." He said.

"What? Really?" you ask, Shit that was easy.

"Of course." he says, "There is no way I could have ever been successful at music without some sort of magic."

"Uhhh, no." you say quickly, "You would have been successful without magic, I just granted your wish of being a successful musician."

"You're right, I would have been successful without magic." he says in a monotone. You hear a nock at the door as a PA opens it frantically.

"TURN ON 102.5 RIGHT NOW." he shouts, before slamming the door shut. You go over to the radio and switch the channel

Welcome back to 102.5's best songs of the century. Now for the moment you've all been waiting for, The #1 best song, voted on by fans, is... Give it a try, by Richard Pigz!

Both you and Jake look at each other excited. In your new memories, you remember recording that song and how you'd been excited to sing on the lead single for your album.

"Holy shit man!" Jake says, "We're the number one song" He says as the song starts to play.

"You wanna ride me! Baby, I'll take you for a spin

You can take it all night long, Just let me in

I know what you want it bad, baby don't be shy

Just climb on top and you can give it a try"

"That's so cool!" you say looking from the radio to Jake, when you notice it. Jake's face was looking at your crotch.

"I wanna ride you." he says in the same tone as earlier, "I want it bad." He says as he sits on your lap beginning to grind. His plump ass sliding over your growing hard on. You gape, realizing he is believing the lyrics of the song.