When I arrived home Collette and Alfredo were gone. I checked the clock in the kitchen. 11:15. They were probably off to have a good romp. Well, that gave me all the time I needed to try out my idea. I had been thinking about me and Egos (or should I call him Anton now?) reactions toward each other. At first his running off had confused me. It was quite painfully obvious that he liked me too, so why deny that? But I had to try and take things into account from his point of view. He was nearly an old man, and I looked young enough to be his son. To try and be a couple might get him arrested. But, here's where my idea comes in.
I was going to call on the thing that had changed me into a human. If it was powerful enough to do that, than a change in age would be a piece of cake. I went to sit in the middle of the living room and closed my eyes to call out to the thing. After a few minutes nothing happened. Was I doing something wrong?
Oh, that's right. Alfredo had changed me by making a wish. I opened my eyes and looked out the stairway window that used to be my bed. A lone bright star winked at me. Should I wish upon a star? Couldn't hurt to try. I recited the familiar wish poem, tacking my wish onto the end.
"I wish for Anton's youth to be restored." Silence was the only answer when I finished. Now I'll I could do was hope. In the morning I would visit him again to see if it worked. It would be stupid to rush over there right now. After washing up for bed I took one more glance out the window on my way to the sofa. The lone bright star was still blinking in its spot. I whispered a quiet goodnight to Anton as I went to curl up in the blankets.
The next morning I was shaken roughly out of my sleep. I cursed and swiped the hand away before rolling over. No way was I waking up this early.
"Remy, get up!" Alfredo demanded. I wrestled one arm free to briefly flip him off. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me off the couch with a thud.
"What the hell…" I mumbled groggily. I rubbed at my eyes and climbed out of the tangle of blankets. When I finally stood he punched my shoulder, and not in the friendly way.
"Where were you last night?" he asked. I frowned at him.
"You know where I went. That question is more suitable for you."
"Don't be a smartass. You left to visit Ego and you were gone for hours. Why?"
"And why do I need to tell you?"
"Damnit Remy, this is not funny!"
"Stop bitching about me and Ego! I respect your privacy, and you should respect mine."
"Well, you know what, maybe I don't want to have a gay friend!"
"Then go bitch to Collette, cause I'm not going to change anytime soon."
"Fine!" He turned on his heel and stomped off up to his room. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. Looks like I might have to bunk elsewhere soon. Alfredo was sure to kick me out, and staying with Collette would be awkward. My only choice would be Ego. Wait, that reminds me. The wish, if it worked, should've taken effect by now! I had to go check it out.
Several minutes later I was bent double on Ego's doorstep trying to catch my breath. Once I had collected myself I straightened out my clothes and rapped sharply on the door. The excitement was hard to contain. I wanted to see his transformation so bad. We would have no need to hide our relationship anymore. The click of the door opening brought me back out of my thoughts. The short butler from before was the one to answer the door. He let me in and quickly ushered me to the sitting room. He looked nervous.
"What's the matter?" I asked. He jumped and stared at me wide eyed.
"Something strange has befallen master Ego. He refuses to leave his room."
"Well, can I go up to see him then?"
"Oh, I don't think he would want visitors…"
"He won't mind, I have something important to tell him anyway."
"Oh, okay then, follow me." He led me out of the sitting room and to a wide staircase. The hallway above had only two doors, one at each end. He went to the one with a brass knocker and rapped three times at the door. I followed to stand beside him.
"Master Ego, you have a guest," he called.
"No guests!" a voice yelled. That was surprising. The voice was Anton's, but without the weak undertone that came with his age. The butler shrank back from the door as though he'd been bitten. I stepped forward despite his stuttered warning.
"Anton, I'm coming in," I called. Honestly, I had no idea if the door was locked. To my luck it wasn't and I was able to enter with ease. The bedroom beyond the door was huge. Two ceiling high, wide windows flanked a large bed with dark sheets and plain pillows. Anton was hunched over a desk set against the left wall of the room. I couldn't see his features, but I could tell something had changed drastically in his posture. I walked over cautiously and touched his shoulder. He suddenly spun around to face me with a glare, causing me to flinch. My eyes went wide at seeing his face. Damn, he was…sexy.
