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I wish for...
By Dewin Duvae

 

Angel under-cover productions presents
OMG half-original short: I wish for...
Story by Dewin Duvae

Late at night in a busstop in a town where most intelligent life refused to tread.

"Brrr! I wish he wouldn't stop to talk to every guy or girl he met. I'd be home by now if not for
that."

A lonely, nondescript, figure stood in the middle of the stonepaved area and rubbed his arms
freneticly to get some warmth. He looked at a big clock that hung on the station wall.

"Only midnight? That's not too much. I hope he gets here before 2 this time."

A car speeded towards the busstop. It was a white Renault. The kind his father drove. As the
shivering figure looked at it hopefully, the car pulled in to halt a little distance away from him.
He rubbed his hands together and walked towards it. Then suddenly the car started up again and drove
off into the distance.

"Bloody murdering carcass from the nether graves in hell!"

He sagged together like a sack of potatoes. His dad would most likely wait until very late this
night again.

"I swear, he's only doing this to get me to move out."

Obviously, there where no other cars in sight. He walked over to the station and grabbed his bag,
wich was leaning agaist the wall.
"This is the last time I wait for him."

He started off alongside the road, then he stopped. The road was dark and seemed to go on forever
while the station was, well-lit, near, a good place to lean against and oh look, there was even a
phone-booth close to it. He stood there for what seemed to him an hour before he moved again.

"This is the last time. I SWEAR!"

He fished around in a pocket in his bag a bit before he found a phonecard.
While he held the card in front of him, in one hand and rezipped the pocket in his bag with the
other, he walked over to the phone.

"I'm NOT going to wait around for another hour."

Carefully, he laid his bag down on the ground to the left inside the booth. He inserted the card and
started to dial.

"0046436118... Was it a 1 or a 5? Nah, doesn't matter."
He pushed in the 1 and waited for it to connect. Once it did he didn't bother listen, he just spoke
directly.

"WHERE ARE YOU? The train arrived at two. I've been waiti..."

"Goddes helpline yadda yadda yadda, stay put."

"umm... mom? Are you there?"

The phone gave off no sound.

He drew a deep breath and rested his head on the glass of the booth.
Looking straight into the eyes of his reflection, he said "I still think he should have been here by
now."

"Why?"

Giving off another sigh, he closed his eyes and answered tiredly. "Because it doesn't take that long
to get here from home."

"Isn't that a bit presumptious?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if he had an accident? What if he crashed into a car head-on? What if he is lying in a
car-wreck right now, just beacuse he wanted to get his son home a bit quicker." The last bit came
out quite harsh.

"That wouldn't be like him. He's too careful. It's more like him to stop and talk to someone he met.
Several someones if possible."

"Perhaps..."

"Just be quiet will you!"

"But--"

He pulled his head back, staring up into the ceiling of the phone booth.
"Blaah, I really hate it when I get into long conversations with myself.
It will go absolutely nowhere, cause I always know what I'm going to say and how to counter it."

The answering voice giggled. "You are weird. But that's okay." It harkled.
"Turn around."

"And see what, an empty parking lot?" He turned around slowly. Yawning tiredly. What met his eyes
was a far cry from the expected parking lot.
Well the parking lot was there, but so was a woman. She was shapely, but no looker. Brownish orange
hair and brownish green eyes, made up a very odd blend between exotic and average. Actually, those
were the only distinguishing features. Apart from those she could have been anyone in the crowd.

"Had enough staring?" She asked irritated.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." He sprung to attention and rubbed his arms. "So you waiting for someone too?"

"Something like that. Make a wish, any wish." She pulled out a stopp-watch from nowhere. "As long as
it isn't evil. Some do that just to test me."

The boy rubbed his eyes halfheartedly. If indeed he was dreaming, he wasn't sure he wanted to wake
up. "You mean..." He walked over to a bench close by to be more comfortable, being slightly unnerved
by her sudden appearance anyway. "...what would I wish for if I could wish for anything.

Gosh, it's been ages since I played that game. I used to ask most everyone I met that. Even helped
some get it. If it was at all possible. One summer I bought icecream for the enitre--" He stopped
because her hand was covered his mouth.

"You sure are a motor-mouth." She let go.

"Only when I'm tired. Anyway, I remembered the standard answer I used to give in response, keep in
mind it's not my current one. First was living thousand years. You know see history unfold in a
different spectrum.
Second was being able to shange shapes. Cause I thought that would be--"

He stopped himself. "What are you doing? Here let me help you up, hitting you head against the wall
is NOT a good way to react. You get hurt. Or in this case..." he said inspecting the wall. "The wall
does. Anyway, I think the last of the three was the ability to give this to others. Especially the
living part. I wouldn't want my friends dying on me."

"Please, just get to the wish. I am really quite tired and would like to get some rest."

He smiled impishly. "First tell me yours."

"But, I'm a goddess. I don't get wishes."

"Oh, come now. Wishes are free. Just because you wish for it doesn't mean you have to get it. It
can't hurt."

She yawned and looked at her stopp-watch again. "Okay. I'll go for it. But only if you tell me yours
afterwards." He nodded. "I wish..." Her eyes turned blank. "That's odd, I can't come up with
anything. Give me some time." She stared off into the night.

"You can have as long as you want. We're not exactly going anywhere."

"I wish, I wish that I could get a boyfriend just like Belldandy. Someone nice, like you." She
blushed. "I can't believe I said that."

"Umm. Thanks, I guess. Say. Since you asked. What are you doing tomorrow?"
The goddess cradled her face in her hands and sighed. "Probably working.
Like always. We don't get days off you know."

"You don't get days off?"

"No, since my coworkers quit, I've needed to take care off the system all alone. I've never even had
any training, I was a last minute backup.
Goddess of normalcy and routine, that's me. They figured I'd be able to keep it going. 'Till the
others got back."

He straightened up. "Then I wish that you could get days off, and go on dates or whatever it is a
normal girl does." At that moment, a white car pulled up beside the bus-stop. "Hey, that's my dad,
gotta run." The boy completely missed the fireworks behind him. But as he got into the car, hem
turned to her and said. "See you around."

"See who around?" Hs father asked him when he sat down.

"Dad, I met this girl at the bus-stop. She's really nice, I really wish I get to see more of her."
His dad nodded and drove off. "If you wish for something hard enough, you might just get it."
At the busstop, the goddes dusted herself off. The green tone in her eye was gone as well as the
orange in the hair. Both were completly brown.

"Cedric, for your kindness and helpfullness, not only will you spoken desire come to true. But your
hearts desire as well." She then walked off into the night, shimmering into the darkness as if she
was never there.

- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- -
May this imply whatever it implies. I like it either way. This has been sitting on my desktop for
ages. It was one of the first fanfics that I ever came upp with. Yep, older than Threads. (shudder)
But finally, I've done it. I've finished it. Sure it's a bit corny, cliche and Waffy. But it works.
And that's all I ask.What happens next? Well, I'll take a cup of tea and stare into the rain outside
some more I guess. Oh, in the story. Well...That's up to you as the reader. If you want them to get
together and live happily ever after. Then they shall. If you want them to have lots of problems
involving a very tearful breakup, then that will happen as well.It's all in your mind. Enjoy it.

 

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