“Did I forget to mention that? You only get four places.”
“Yes, you forgot to mention that!”
“Sorry.” He flashed a sheepish grin and crouched low. “Choose well.”
My baby self was beginning to cry as the priest poured water on its head. It was kind of humiliating, actually. Who wants to see a more helpless version of himself? Not me. “I need something a little more confidence-building,” I told the fairy.
“Ooh, I know!” I said. “Prom!” It was perfect. I could go back to Prom night and watch as Julie Davis begged me to go all the way with her.
“As you wish,” he said, taking a bow.
And then there we were, looking on as Julie and I smooched in the back seat of my car. What came next was not exactly how I remembered things going.
Julie pulled away from my teenaged self and said, “We should get going soon.”
“Okay!” my boy version said, and he dove in with new zeal.
She pushed him away. “That’s not what I meant!” she said.
“Oh come on! It’s prom night!” he replied. “We may lose or we may win, but we will never be here again.”
“Oh no,” I said to the fairy. “Did I actually quote an Eagles song?”
“I’m afraid so,” he said, fluttering onto my shoulder. “And the sad thing is, it worked.”
“The Eagles!” Julie said, brightening. “I love The Eagles! I have this huge crush on Don Henley!” Her expression was vacuous as the teenager next to her kissed her neck.
“”˜Should old acquaintance be forgot?'” the fairy asked. “The answer is yes.”
Julie stopped me once more and asked, “Can we at least put on some Eagles?”
The fairy sat down and patted my shoulder. “I think I know of a better place.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go.”