Mike was well aware he was the shortest, and the youngest. He enjoyed Jack's company, and his presence usually ended any observations about him being too young to serve in the bar. Ben was a good friend too. Despite his nerd credentials, he could be smooth, casual and easily confident. However, Jack was on an athletic scholarship, and his grades were 'assisted' with his coach, popping round to have words with his professors, when necessary. His frustration was normally vented on Mike, or less frequently on Ben. Those extra inches seeming to weigh heavily when Jack was irritated.
He didn't really expect the wish to actually work. His was more of a muttered hope, "I wish I wasn't the shortest... or just wasn't picked on for my size."
- - - - -
He watched the shooting star pass out of sight, and went to bed. It looked like it was going to be a good night. Jack had had a good practice, and the assignments from his courses, were finally falling into place. You suspected he'd found a biddable geek in his class, was being bribed, or threatened into compliance. Or his teachers were marking his work more generously.
Yawning, he tugged the sheets up and fell asleep already having forgotten his idle wish.
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