“Another exciting Friday evening, eh, Bob?” Milton said, dropping a flake of food into the small aquarium.
The goldfish swam to the surface, gulped down the food, and kept on swimming.
“It’s all right for you,” Milton sighed, slumping onto his bed and picking up the library book he’d borrowed the day before. “No, best save it until tomorrow, or even Sunday.”
Milton knew that as soon as he began reading the last of Simon R. Green’s Nightside series he wouldn’t be able to put it down. So he was saving it until total boredom set in. Currently he was only mildly bored.
Looking up at the cracked and water-stained ceiling, Milton allowed his mind to drift. Within short order he began to construct his favorite fantasy—he and a certain asshole jock walking hand in hand along the streets of C
