Rory sat on the porch of his family's estate as he watched the sun slowly set in the distance. He sighed as he brought his legs to his chest as he curled up in the old rocking chair that sat on the porch. Rory heard the sounds of a party going on some ways down the hill where most of the people from town lives. Rory knew there was a party going on down there and every teenager in town would be attending it. Everyone but him that is, and he sighed at the fact that he wasn't down there. He could go down there and probably attend the party, but he probably wasn't welcome. Rory wasn't very popular at the high school he went to and it wasn't become he was mean, or because he smelled, or even because he was super smart, but because he was really, really rich. Typically people who were really rich had fake friends who used them for money, but Rory didn't have that. Everyone thought he was stuck up and really spoiled because he was rich. Rory's parents were the CEO's of many of the big businesses across the country, and they were meaning to set up those businesses in the town they currently resided in. Rory and his family moved around a lot and he always was known as the child of the big corporations and everyone thought that meant he was spoiled and bratty, but Rory wasn't spoiled and he wasn't bratty either. His parents barely recognized his existence let alone spoiled him with all their riches. He was a really nice guy who just wanted to be friends with everyone, he wasn't too smart, and he just wanted to fit in. People never gave him that chance though because they only saw him as 'The Corporation Son' and not as Rory.
Rory did have friends though so he wasn't completely and utterly alone, but his few friends weren't enough to shield him from the hatred that the other people of the town give him. Rory's family now lives in Austin Texas, because they're trying to open up new businesses here, but it's posing difficulties because where they wanted to build the businesses a lot of people would lose their jobs, and this only gave the children of this town another reason to hate Rory. Rory wasn't the one responsible for his parents trying to open up corporations here and in doing so making people lose their jobs. He would never want people to purposely lose their jobs. He hoped that his parents would allow the people who lost their jobs due to his parent's corporations could get jobs with those businesses and possibly work for higher pay. Rory almost chuckled at the thought of the happening, because he has seen this happen time and time again and those people who lost their jobs almost never got to work in the new businesses. He wanted to convince his parents that what they were doing was wrong, and that they shouldn't be forcing people out of their jobs. He knew his voice has no importance to them, and knowing this made him sort of depressed because he wished his parents took him more serious they did. He was really smart, and had a lot of good business ideas, but he never was able to show them his ideas because they never took him seriously.
He heard footsteps approaching him and he looked up to see a young girl carrying a guitar on her back approaching him. He smiled when he realized it was his best friend Stevie. She was this amazing hipster girl who saw him for what he was, and didn't believe it was his fault for what his parents do. She had long flowing brown hair and hazelnut eyes. She had a smile that someone would kill for and the body to match. She had the personality of an angel and never judged anyone, because she believed that there was no point in judging someone you don't know. He really admired her because he wished he could be like her. People liked her even though she wasn't the most popular. People listened to her ideas about the environment and the world around them. She was someone who was listened to and cared about, and he was just someone who everyone assumed could pay people to listen to him. He didn't even like being rich, Rory always wanted to help people who were less fortunate, but his parents never let him, because they believed that associating with people of lower socioeconomic classes would be demeaning. He hated their ignorance and how they always needed to seem like they were better then everyone. He wondered sometimes if they were worse than the people that they judged so harshly.
"Hey dork, what are you doing sitting here all alone? Don't you want to come hang out with your friends?" Stevie asked and Rory smiled because he had always loved her sense of involving him in whatever she did. He wished he could go with her, he really did, but he wasn't able to.
"I can't, but I really, really want to go," Rory responded and Stevie frowned and she figured that it probably had to do with his parents.
"Why? Are you parents still not happy with you being friends with someone from a different class than you? 'Cause you shouldn't listen to what they say, because they're nothing but rich snobs who don't even care about you-," Stevie began before Rory raised his hand stopping her from continuing. Even though she was completely accurate in everything she had said about his parents, because it was true. They were rich snobs who only cared about other rich snobs.
"No Stevie, it's not because of that. They've come to tolerate who my friends are. It's because I have to go with them to some stupid business dinner," Rory explained and Stevie made a pained expression with her face as if she understood his pain.
"A business dinner, that has to suck. What important business is so important that you have to go?" Stevie asked not quite sure understanding how a teenage boy would help a business deal.
"Well, we're meeting with some Chinese businessmen, and my parents believe they'll be more likely to sign on if they see that our business is big on family values," Rory said almost gagging on his words, because he couldn't believe that his family could even be called a family let alone have 'family values'. Obviously Stevie thought this was hilarious because she started laughing.
"Wait, so your parents are dragging you along to show your family has family values. Man, that's got to be the funniest thing I've ever heard, your family is probably the epitome of a family that lacks values," Stevie said pulling out her guitar as she began strumming a chord, "Rory has a family that's not to cool, and so he runs to school. Rory wants to have fun and so he better run," Stevie said singing an improvisation song.
"I wish I could run, but last time I ran my parents sent the family bodyguard after me and he's a strong, fast, and very intelligent man. He found me and literally carried me back to my parents, and now I'm afraid to even leave the house without telling them," Rory explained and Stevie sat in the chair next to him and hugged him tightly as she looked at him.
"Hey, maybe your mom would let me come with you guys. I could play your cool adopted sister and that could prove how they're willing to accept people into their family and treat them as their own," Stevie suggested and as he did Rory's mother exited the house.
"Rory darling, are you out here?" She asked as he came outside and sat Rory sitting in the chair and she looked at Stevie and grimaced slowly before putting on a fake smile. Stevie couldn't believe how phony she was and how she pretended like she didn't see her quick expression change, "Oh, hello Stevie, what a pleasure to see you again."
"Nice to see you too, Mrs. Campbell, and May I say you look rather ravishing tonight," Stevie said complimenting her in a snarky way, and she giggled and blushed a bit. Rory sighed slowly as he looked up to see his mother wearing the most revealing thing in the world. It was a strapless tight dress with black and white stripes across and she was wearing black high heels, black bracelets, black necklace, and black earrings.
"Oh well thank you Stevie. I never knew you had such good taste in fashion," Mrs. Campbell said and Steve's eye twitched in offense. Stevie always thought she dressed very nicely, but she guessed she was wrong then, and it annoyed her a bit.
"Well thank you, Mrs. Campbell. I was wondering since this is a business dinner and Rory doesn't really belong in those places alone. If I could come along and pose as your adopted daughter to show those Chinese businessmen how you're willing to accept people into your family and love them like your own?" Stevie asked and Mrs. Campbell looked as if she just asked her to kill her own son. She raised her hand to her mouth and looked sickened. Stevie's eye twitched again with disbelief.
"Well, that's an interesting theory Stevie, but I have to decline that generous offer. I couldn't allow my reputation to be ruined by associating with a girl of your status. No offense, but you couldn't pass off for a wealthy daughter. I can handle you being friends with my son, but I will not allow you to interfere with our business life. If you would please leave," Mrs. Campbell said slowly and Stevie got up and began to leave.
"Mom, you know how I hate to go to these dinners. Let me go hang out with my friends, please. I don't want to go to this stupid dinner," Rory pleaded and she turned to him and crossed her arms with disapproval.
"Rory, your father and I have worked really hard to get this dinner together and I won't let you ruin it because you want to go out. I'm sorry but do you really want to spend the rest of your life running around with those kinds of people? I mean you'll be taking over the businesses one day and I don't want this family name to be ruined by things like this," She replied and Stevie became so offended that she actually left and Rory couldn't actually believe she said that.
"Mom, you're talking about my friends here. You're talking about people not some stupid scandal that the paparazzi caught onto. You can't simply say those things about people, mom. Stevie is my friend, and if you think that by only being friends with people who are wealthy you think that your name is clean, then you're wrong. People detest the rich. Trust me when I say this," Rory yelled standing up and his mother slapped him and he held his cheek with pain,
"You will not talk to me in such a manner. Remember I'm your mother, Rory. I'm not your friend, and you will treat me with respect. You will come with us to this dinner, and you will behave yourself. Do I make myself clear?" She asked and Rory looked into her eyes with a look of detest and disgust.
"Yes ma'am," Rory responded and his mother smiled and turned to see his father coming out and she lightly grabbed his hand as they walked down to their personal limo.
He had always hated rides in the family limo for many, many reasons, but maybe he hated it most of all, because it only made it easier for the other people in the towns to recognize when he was around. It took him two days of convincing just to allow him to take the bus to school, and it wasn't even a normal bus. It was a shorter bus that people with mental disabilities ride in. He felt that his parents purposely wanted to make him feel like a social outcast, and whenever he talked to them about it he said it was one of the prices to pay by being rich and famous. Rory didn't want to be rich and famous, he didn't want to take over the companies, and he didn't want to be who his parents are. He wanted to be himself. He loved to write, draw, and paint, but his parents thought he couldn't make a career out of doing that. They wanted him to go to an Ivy League college and do extraordinary things. He didn't want to do that. He wanted to go to a college and get a job in a field that he might enjoy doing. Business wasn't something he would enjoy doing. He doesn't like the idea of managing people. He doesn't like the idea of destroying the habitat of animals for expansion. He didn't like the idea of firing people who might have families to feed. Business wasn't suited for his type of personality.
Rory knew his parents wouldn't actually care what he thought, and wouldn't care if he didn't want to do business. He would have to inherit it after they die and his father would want him to run it, but he wouldn't want to run it. He would want to give it to the next person in charge and let them have to worry about running it. After he turns eighteen and goes off to college Rory plans to never come back. His parents gave him a big enough account so when he turns eighteen he'll have enough money to leave the country and do whatever he wants with his life. He doesn't plan on coming back and running the corporation. He doesn't plan on becoming someone that everyone counts on. He'll change his name and get whatever job he wants, because he wants to be independent. Not dependent on his family to provide him everything he needs to succeed. Rory is tired of being looked at as a spoiled boy. He wants everyone to know that he can handle himself, and he can live on his own. He didn't need his parent's help to grow up. He didn't need all the money they poured into him.
Rory smiled at the thought of him living on his own in his own apartment with a roommate, and he enjoyed the thought of completed and utter freedom from everyone. He looked to see his parents discussing the plan for the dinner and Rory just scoffed and leaned back in his seat. They could tell that he didn't want to be here, and he wanted to make sure they knew how much he hated being there too. Rory looked out the window as he realized they were already in Chinatown and he didn't quite understand why they actually needed to eat in a Chinese restaurant. He found the whole thing very cliché and thought that they would be more than happy eating in any restaurant, but he was sure his parents' logic was that if they showed they appreciated their culture then they would like them more. Rory rolled his eyes, because he thought the whole thing was stupid, because he knew Americanized Chinese food wouldn't be anything like the Chinese food they have in China. Rory thought that this was going to be offensive above anything else. Yet, he thought he might find this amusing if he stuck around and watch them fail. He knew it was wrong to take pleasure out of his parents' failure, but he couldn't resist.
They approached the restaurant where all the business was going to go down, and Rory looked out the window and noticed and excessively gaudy and overly decorate Chinese restaurant. He hoped to go that that wasn't the place they were eating. The car pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and Rory couldn't help but think how ridiculous this was going. He couldn't expect a restaurant like this to serve realistic Chinese food and Rory was counting down the minutes until his parents' plan came to a burning end. He chuckled to himself as he got out of the limo and he instantly felt a cool breeze rush over him and he rubbed his arms to warm himself up. He looked at his parents who were almost dressed the same way and it didn't look like they were cold. He looked at the trees and he noticed how the air was at a standstill. He became confused because he felt a wind rush over him, but he couldn't tell where it came from. His mother gave him a look and he guessed it wasn't important. He looked back to see where the breeze came from, but wasn't able to isolate the source.
Rory followed his parents into the Chinese restaurant as he was still kind of shaken up from what happened in the parking lot. He wondered if he was imagining it or id he really did feel a breeze. He couldn't imagine so, because it was rarely ever breezy where they lived. Maybe it was his imagination playing games with him again. He thought it was his mind telling him he didn't want to be here by pretending he was cold and making him have to go home. Rory thought that wasn't fair to his parents though, because he heard about the restaurant they were in and it was supposedly hard to get reservations at because it was so exclusive and he didn't want to deal with the back lash of whatever would happen if he messed up this dinner. He slowly followed his parents as they were seated at a table in the middle of the restaurant. He looked around and saw many different people. He didn't see anyone he knew from school and that was a relief to him. He sat down next to his mother as per usual, and he looked kind of nervous, but he tried his best to look happy and enjoy this meal.
His father stood up as Rory turned around to see an Asian women and an Asian man walk in through the doors. His father looked surprised to see the woman, and Rory chuckled to himself, because he knew she would be most critical of the food. He couldn't wait until this whole thing failed and they could go home and he could text his friends. Rory's eyes widened as he realized he could text his friends now and he pulled out his phone and his mother gave him a look and shook her head as he reluctantly placed his phone back in his pants pocket. He sighed as he wouldn't be able to have any contact with his friends or anyone of his own age. He actually wouldn't have cared if there was someone from his school here, because at least there would've been someone around his age to at least think of talking too, and it would give him a reason to leave this place. He knew they would be leaving soon anyway, because the Chinese business people would be so offended that his parents were trying to do business in such a fake Chinese restaurant.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Ho, and your wonderful female assistant?" His father asked and the woman laughed cheerfully.
"I am Ms. Minh, and I am an associate of Mr. Ho," Ms. Minh said as she sat down across from Rory and the man sat down next to here, "This must be your son, Rory," She said to Rory's mother.
"That's right," Mrs. Campbell said as she put an arm around Rory's should rubbing his back and he couldn't help but think how extremely fake she was acting.
"Rory, do you know that you have a special journey ahead of you?" She said and Rory looked at her oddly, and his mother was talking with his father.
"What do you mean?" Rory responded and Ms. Minh leaned in and Rory backed up, because she got really, really close to him.
"You know, when you wish for something it's not always going to end up being the way you think it will," Ms. Minh said smiling before leaning back. Rory didn't understand a word she was saying. She was speaking in such a mysterious way that it could mean almost anything.
"Mr. Campbell, I understand you want to sign on with us, and to us Chinese first impressions are everything," Mr. Ho began and Rory smiled as he knew it was coming and he folded his arms as he was ready to watch, "And, normally when we come to meet fellow businessmen and woman they take us to American places because they're afraid of offending us by taking us to an Americanized Chinese restaurant, but you weren't as cautious."
"Sir, if this place offends you we can-," Mrs. Campbell began, but Mr. Ho raised his hand stopping her mid-sentence, and Rory was correct that the restaurant they were in was offending them.
"No, I think you misunderstood where I was going. When we visit America we always come to these Chinese restaurants because their food is nothing like China's food," Mr. Ho said and Rory leaned forward with confusion.
"Food in China is so bland and disgusting, and when we come to America they make Chinese food so sweet and savory. We love Americanized Chinese food and almost wished that this food was authentic Chinese food," Ms. Minh said and Rory looked shell shocked as he couldn't believe that they actually liked the place, and his parents looked ecstatic that they had made a great first impression. Rory leaned back with disbelief crossing his arms and Ms. Minh seemed to notice his disdain about staying in the restaurant.
"We're so glad that you like it. How about we order some drinks and start talking business?" Mr. Campbell said and they all nodded before Ms. Minh looked at Rory again.
"Rory, I'm sure you don't want to sit here and listen to us grownups talk business. How about you go on and enjoy yourself? Call your friends I'm sure they'd like to hang out with you. Unless your parents want you to stay," Ms. Minh said and Rory's eyes widened as he couldn't believe what he was hearing. She wanted him to go, and he looked towards his parents who looked just as confused as he was.
"Mr. Ho, would you mind if our son excused himself and left?" Mrs. Campbell asked Mr. Ho who looked at Ms. Minh and she gave him a look and Mr. Ho understood what she was doing.
"Not at all, I remember when I was Rory's age and my parents used to drag me to these boring business dinners. I wouldn't want you to suffer what I suffered back then. Ms. Minh is right go and have fun with your friends. Walk around Chinatown I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Mr. Ho said as Rory smiled and got up and exited the restaurant as Mr. Ho leaned in and whispered to Ms. Minh, "I hope you know what you're doing."
"I do, don't worry he'll do exactly what I think he will," Ms. Minh said as she smiled as the waiter came over to take their drink orders.
Rory exited the restaurant slowly as if taking in the reality that his parents actually allowed him t leave. He was kind of angry, because he could be hanging out with Stevie and his friends by now. He looked around the parking lot and saw that the Limo as well as the limo driver had vanished. He found this odd, because the driver always stayed and waited for them to finish eating. He never left on his own, and when he did he always got permission before he did so. Rory thought something about this smelled fishy, and he hoped he wasn't going to get kidnapped by some Asian people. As a precaution he took out his cell phone and dialed nine one just to make sure that if something happened he could run and be on the phone with the police rather quickly. He looked up to the sky and saw dark and luminous clouds envelope the sky. He thought this was odd as well, because it was sunny when they entered the restaurant, but now it looked like it was going to rain. Rory absolutely hated the rain, and he didn't want to go back inside the restaurant. He would rather die than crawl back to his parents for security. He was stronger than that and if he wanted to prove to people he could live on his own without any help he had to show he could survive a little rain.
He left the parking lot rather quickly and walked down the streets as he looked at all the stores as he passed them. He noticed there were an odd amount of restaurants in this area, and he knew he couldn't go into a restaurant for safety. He wanted to find a book store, a game store, or some kind of store like that, because he could entertain himself, and even buy a few things while he was in there without having to worry about getting shoved out. He was walking down the street and heard the clap of thunder and knew it was going to start raining soon, and he had to hurry and find a place of safety. He walked a little bit faster as he kept on passing restaurants and grocery stores. These were two places he couldn't find safety in, because he was a teenager and they'd surely kick him out without a second thought. There was another sound of thunder and Rory was beginning to get a little more desperate as he took a left as he went down another street, and he saw a sign for a book store and he smiled as he approached the store and tried the handle, and it was locked. He read the sign and said it was closed. He growled and kept on moving down the street.
He took another left as he heard another clap of thunder, and now he was getting a bit scared. He felt a raindrop fall on his shoulder and cursed under his breath as it began to rain. Rory remembered that the forecast didn't say anything about rain, and the weather report was never wrong for this area. He knew this storm wasn't natural, and there must be a freak hurricane or something causing it to storm like this. Rory hurried down the street as it began to clear out as people ran into their homes, shops, and cars. Rory really wished the limo was here right now so he wouldn't be caught in this horrible rain. He then began to think that this was karma and this was for all the awful things he said about his parents, but it wasn't as if they didn't deserve the things he said about them. His parents used him more as a business pawn than their own son, and they didn't seem to even care about his feelings. He felt the same way about the people in his school. They didn't seem to like him, because he was rich, and they always seemed to insult him because he was rich too. He wished there was a way to make all the guys love him and the girls finally recognize him.
As Rory was about to give up hope he turned the corner and saw the bright neon lights of a stores. As he approached the store drenched in rain he read the sign. "Yoko Ashe: Ancient Chinese Magic". Rory thought that that was the most ridiculous thing he ever read. He was standing in front of a magic store, and he knew for a fact magic didn't exist. He heard another clamor of thunder and a flash of lightning and decided that he didn't care if it was a magic store he knew the place would give him shelter until the storm was over. He felt another cool breeze of air brush against him as he wondered if he was going crazy. He had hesitated opening the door because he was afraid of what might pop out. He wondered if this store's magic was spells and potions or more like stage magic. He hadn't thought of that, because he knew in ancient China there were magicians who performed shows for the lords. He hoped it was the second time of magic as he opened the door and entered the shop.
As he entered the shop he noticed how dark and creepy it was inside. He looked around and couldn't see anyone, and the sign did say they were open. He walked around as he saw books on the shelves, and as he walked past them he read their titles. As he feared this shop was about the spells and potion type of magic rather than the stage magic. He saw books on the shelves of many different types of spells and magic. As he walked through the aisles he noticed there were containers filled with different ingredients. Some that he never heard of before and others a simple as flower petals, and he thought this place was going to be a lot more frightening than it actually was. He walked over to some jars and he tapped on them gently. He saw objects floating inside the jars and he leaned in to get a better look. His eyes widened as he realized that the jars contained eyeballs and fingers. He jumped back yelling a bit. He didn't care if it was raining outside. He would rather be out there than in this crazy magic shop. He walked towards the door quickly.
"Wait, can I help you with something?" Rory heard a voice behind him to see a young girl around his age coming down the stairs. She had long dark hair that had highlights in it; she had dark brown eyes, and rosy lips. She was wearing a pair of black converse and a light pink mini-skirt with black rimming. She was also wearing a light pink sweatshirt over a black shirt with a pink crown on it. She had these attractive glasses on that were also pink. She didn't look like anything that he had expected.
"Oh, well it was raining outside, and I was right by this place so I thought I'd come in here," Rory explained and the girl looked at him oddly and smiled as if she realized something.
"Oh, I thought I heard rain. I forgot to turn on the lights, sorry for scaring you," She said before flipping on a light switch as the whole store illuminated, "I'm Yoko by the way."
"Ah, that explains the name of the store. Is this a real magic store?" Rory asked approaching her looking around the store with interest.
"The name is named after my grandmother, and yes this is a real magic store. I can tell that you're skeptical and that our jars of frog eyes and snake fangs scared you," Yoko said as Rory realized that they weren't human eyes and human fingers.
"Oh thank god, because I thought they were human. What a relief. I am kind of skeptical because I know for a fact that magic doesn't exist," Rory said and Yoko raised an eyebrow as she sat at the chair behind the counter.
"Yet, you came to our store instead of the book store right next door that was open and serves coffee?" Yoko said and Rory's eyes widened as he swore that the whole street was dark except for this store, "You were drawn here for a reason, Rory."
"How do you know my name?" He asked stepping back and Yoko chuckled a bit before standing up again crossing her arms.
"I go to school with you," She explained and Rory relaxed as he realized she was just one of his classmates.
"Oh, well I don't think I was 'drawn here', I just think it was a lucky coincidence," Rory said and Yoko chuckled again with disbelief.
"Nothing is a coincidence in the world, Rory," Said an older woman as she came down the steps and Yoko looked up to see her grandmother coming down, "Everything happens for a reason."
"Oh, don't give me that," Rory said with disbelief, "There is such thing as coincidence. I just happen to come here, and it just happened to be raining as it did. Nothing special behind that, now is there?" Rory said looking at Yoko's grandmother who was just smiling at him. She saw people who didn't believe in magic every day of her life.
"If you doubt the power of magic Rory, then let me cast a spell for you. Any spell you want. Better yet, tell me a wish you want to come true, and I assure you that I can make it happen. No charge," The woman said smiling and Rory thought for a moment realizing that there was only one way to test if magic was real or not. He had to wish for something that could never come true unless magic was real. He knew this had to be something that Yoko couldn't pay someone to do or wouldn't happen by coincidence.
"Alright, you want to know what I wish for. I wish for every boy in this town between the ages of fourteen and eighteen to fall madly in love with me and the girls of the same age range to accept my existence," Rory said and Yoko's eyes widened as he said this, "Oh, except for Stevie and my friends."
"Rory, you sure you want this to happen, because what you're wishing for is powerful stuff, and you might not like what happens," Yoko said and Rory crossed his arms smiling.
"If your grandmother says she can do magic then I want her to make this happen, and if it doesn't come true I know magic doesn't exist," Rory said as Yoko was about to speak, but her grandmother raised a hand preventing her from warning him.
"You're a clever boy for asking for something that could only happen by magic. That was clever of you, but I should warn you that the effects of this certain wish might be more than you can handle. Are you sure you still want this?" She asked and Rory thought about it and if it came true it would be something else.
"Yes, I want it. How long will it take?" Rory asked and Yoko's grandmother took out a sheet of paper and drew a weird rune onto it and beckoned Rory over, and she swiftly cut his hand as blood fell onto the drawing of the rune as it began to glow.
"Oh gods and goddesses of magic here my call. I call upon your power to grant a wish for me. A boy has come and wishes for every boy in this town between the age of fourteen and eighteen fall madly in love with him and girls of the same age range as well, but spare his friends and a girl named Stevie," Yoko's grandmother chanted as the rune with his blood disappeared and Rory rubbed his eyes not believing what he just saw. Yoko came around from behind the counter and sighed.
"By tomorrow, what you wish for will have come true, but be warned of what you seek is not easily contained. If you want to take it back, you'll have two weeks from today before the effects of the spell are permanent. Goodbye Rory," Yoko said leading him to the door.
Rory walked outside and it was perfectly sunny and he turned around to see that the shop he was in had also disappeared. Rory rubbed his eyes wondering if he was dreaming or he really did go into a magic shop and cast a spell, but then he realized he was being silly because magic didn't exist. He looked and saw as the limo drove around and stopped in front of him as the door opened. He slowly got inside and he saw his parents were very happy and Rory figured that they must have gotten the Chinese to sign onto them, and he knew that they would both be getting very drunk that night.
"So, how did you enjoy your walk around Chinatown, Rory?" His mother asked as he looked to her still dazed about what happened.
"It was very interesting. Do you believe in magic, mom?" Rory asked and his mother gave him a weird look as if he was crazy and she felt his forehead worriedly.
"Are you getting sick, honey? Of course I don't believe in magic. Why would you ask such a thing?" She responded and Rory pushed her hand off of his head.
"No, I'm not getting sick," He replied as he felt his clothes and they weren't even wet. He wondered if was imagining the rain too, "I was just curious, because I was reading some Chinese history books."
"Oh, well the Chinese were pretty crazy in the past. They actually believed they could grant people wishes and perform magic. It's actually crazy stuff. Rory, since we just scored a big account you're getting more allowance money!" His father announced as he pretended to be happy, but he knew that was the last thing he needed more money. He wondered if that shop was real, and if when he woke up tomorrow it would really come true.
(A/N: Wow, it's even longer than my other one. What will happen next? READ AND REVIEW.)