Make my way

“You don’t seem too upset that Kara stole your body and skipped town,” Kenneth said in surprise to his best mate Jason. “Never knew you were that philosophical.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it, so what’s the point of getting upset?” mused Jason. “I’ll admit that my first reactions were anger and shock, since I’d suddenly lost my whole life: I had the brains and the brawn and a nice sports car, which now all belong to Kara. She’s probably well over the state line by now, driving 80 mph in some random direction…there’s no way we could catch her in this little red scooter. She’s long gone. Might as well focus and make the most of what I now have.”

“Which is what?” Kenneth asked, and he felt guilty sneaking a glance at Jason’s new figure.

“I see that you’ve already noticed my looks,” Jason said, smiling as Kenneth blushed and sheepishly hung his head. “There’s more. The brawn might be gone, but I’ve still got the brains, and I will make my way. Maybe with your help, my dear friend.”

“My…help?” Kenneth looked up at his friend’s gentle, lovely smile, and he smiled back. “You know I’d do anything for you. Let’s take things one step at a time. Should I call you Kara from now on?”



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