A Time Stop

From Ben's Writing

"I think I can travel through time!" explained George, rather overzealously, to his close friend Matt.

"What?!" asked Matt, staring back rather incredulously at him. They were both standing in line Starbucks, and Matt was becoming painfully aware of the eyes peering in on them. Wondering what else might pop out of George's mouth, he tried to change the subject.

He'd been a strange roommate at times, for which he'd grown to be thankful, since it seemed to drive the new roommates crazy enough that they'd leave, but most of them had been polite enough not to stick him with paying for all the rent. So, effectively, the two of them had lived comfortably in a four bedroom place at a very reasonable rate.

But these outbursts did start to wear thin, even in the lap of collegiate luxury.