Milan sat at his desk for a few moments longer, tapping the eraser end of his pencil on the page he'd just been writing on. He was tired, the drive to get to college from his hometown had been a long one, so he was thinking about taking a nap. But at the same time his stomach was inexcusably empty and...as far as he knew at the moment, he had no food to fill it with. The cafeteria downstairs was also an attractive possibility. But he had a limited meal plan, he could always pay cash to get into the cafeteria too...money wasn't tight but he didn't think it would be a great idea to blow lots of money on food before he bought his books.
He dithered for a while, getting more frustrated with himself the longer it took him to come to a decision when suddenly...there was a clattering sound from his fridge. He grunted in surprise, having nearly dumped himself out of his rolling chair when he'd flinched away from the sound. Milan's little belly bounced and wobbled in his lap as he tried to calm himself down.
"Probably just the coolant system starting up..." He said to himself, staring at the fridge as if worried that it would clang again or move if he took his eyes off of it. He didn't take his eyes off the fridge for several more minutes.
Finally he heaved a sigh and said, "This is dumb, I'm going to get food." He turned back to his desk meaning to close the journal he'd been writing in when he noticed that the last sentence he'd written. "I wish my fridge came stocked with some food" was glittering slightly.
He picked up his pen and looked at the ink-well inside it. It was just regular blue ink...the pen itself a somewhat fancy ball point. That ink shouldn't look glittery...
Milan picked up the journal and turned it this way and that for a few moments. The words glittered again, but only for a second as he'd turned in the chair. He tried a few more times to find an angle that caused them to glimmer and was about to give up when he noticed the shine once more and realized it had happened when he'd been turning in the chair...at the time when the journal was pointed towards the fridge.
"What..?" He muttered in confusion as he closed the book and scooted the chair over toward the fridge.
He pulled the door open, expecting to see the bare interior within and the handful of essentials that his mom and dad had given him before heading out again. But instead, the fridge was packed!
The thing was loaded with all kinds of food, and Milan felt his stomach rumble softly as he took stock of everything that was in there. At least five bags from "Fatso Burger" were near the front. Three or four containers of pizza from the pizzeria down the road from the school where his mom and dad had taken him to lunch before they left. And just...huge quantities of everything else he loved to snack on.
Milan's hunger quickly got the better of his confusion and he just pulled the rolling chair up beside the fridge and started to eat. Even though everything was cold it tasted almost as good as the food did when it was warm. At least as far as Milan was concerned. He stuffed himself with the burgers until his plump midsection was bowed out from the amount of food inside, and the handful or so of flab adorning it felt firm to the touch.
He rolled himself backward, closing the fridge door with a snap and slumped back in the chair letting out a loud belch. "God...what...how did all that food get in there tho. Not that..." He burped again, "Not that I'm complaining." He murmured, then he looked back over at the desk where the antique looking leather bound journal he'd been writing in still sat, closed.
He scooted back over to the desk and picked the book up, his movements were all more sluggish now that he was packed to the brim with burgers and pizza. But that didn't stop him. He opened the journal again to that first page and held the book up in front of the fridge. There was a slight glitter of golden sparks over the ink, but not anywhere near as much as there had been the first couple of times he'd noticed them.
"Huh..." He said to himself, wheels starting to turn. "Time to experiment I guess."
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