Cap Drop

 

Hayden and I were chilling in his garage, about to play with his dad’s new pinball machine. The man was really precious about it so of course we HAD to give it a try. It was sort of our thing; he'd probably catch us, we’d get in trouble, but not really. The usual script. Honestly, I’m pretty sure Hayden’s dad even heard us going downstairs. 

We snuck into the garage just fine; Hayden flicked on the lights and shut the door to the rest of his house. As he walked over to me to congratulate us on another successful break in, a cap fell on his head. I looked up. There was nowhere it could have fallen from. A ceiling was over us. One minute it wasn’t there, then the next it was. Momentum had been applied to it too; the collision had a plop to it. Though it didn't get his head quite right as Hayden moved. The upper part of his face got covered by the bill of his cap.

Normally, I would have expected Hayden to make a joke or at the very least take it off, but when my attention returned to him, I realized he wasn't moving. Instead, he was sweating profusely and his body was growing. Hayden’s chest swelled out, and perky pink nipples pointed straight at me. His collar bone formed two distinguished lines on his upper body. As for his stomach it was diminishing itself as cobblestone abs took fat’s place. A V line formed right at his waist, that led to a jockstrap that also appeared on him. I’d seen the boxers he had on that day. Then there were his arms, veins just rose along the length of them feeding his shoulders and forearms. His traps stood stronger. Hayden’s hair flooded out under the cap. His typical short hairdo now had floof to it. He didn’t look like my best friend; he looked like an older jock version of my friend. The person standing in the garage with me could have passed for Hayden’s brother. I leaned down my body to see his face; a smirk greeted me.

“What are you staring at bro? See something you like?”

I had no idea what I was going to tell his dad when he ‘caught us’.