Wishing And Wondering ⚣

Five Million.

Chapter Five: Five Million

"Luck is not one of the Irish
Nor is it of the team when you wear that shirt
Or your beard
Or those socks
Luck is of those who believe they have it
And I have you, now don't I?"

Jackson

Ethan and I quickly hop into the jeep with our tickets. This little shit. I smile to myself and drive, he really is my good luck charm. Angel sent from above.

I explained my situation to the banker and she giggled at me, telling me how she had never seen anyone go bankrupt and win a five million dollar lottery the same day. Ethan and I share a knowing smile.

I know he helped with this. He just looked so proud, as if he were the one making the tickets. He tells me on the way home that these are the kinds of things that will happen often, and soon, I will fulfill my highest destiny.

I don't know, I don't care.

"Ethan?" I ask upon entering our kitchen, his attention takes to me, "have you ever been fishing or heard of the idea?" He shakes his head. "Go get changed into something you're okay to get wet in and then meet me on the deck.

He did as he was told, he came out in a green baggy shirt and black sweat pants. I threw him some good tripping boots that I keep on the deck and he finally met me outside.

My deck over looks the great Pacific Ocean. Theres usually a lot of fish near shore at 6pm, so I don't have to drag out the boat. Ethan and I look at the ocean, it's gorgeous. After admiring for a minute we get to work.

"see that giant black dish?" I point out what looks like a giant black bowl. It's really just a 4 foot frying pan, but it's so helpful in times like this. "Throw it over the balcony." I say, demonstrating with a couple pieces of wood that land in the near empty beach.

He throws the pit over the edge and helps me with the wood and eventually, we're ready to go.

On the way out I grab hot dogs, graham crackers, garbage bags, veggies, chocolate and marshmallows. And we walk down to the beach. I keep my fishing poles on the beach leaning on my back door, so when we pass, we grab one each.

And eventually, after what was an "eternity" to Ethan, we set up.

I lay all the wood on the warm sand in a circle and place the giant dish over it. I put a small piece of hot dog on Ethan's pole and showed him how to cast. And wouldn't you know? The luckiest angel in heaven caught the biggest fish in the sea.

I hold it for a moment and let it die before Ethan takes a picture pretending to kiss the dead fish. I throw it back in the pan and we both start again, from there we both caught a few small ones, and even a baby shark which we threw back.

In the end we had six small fish and one giant one. We threw in vegetables and a hot dog and boiled the fish in our pan. We ate together and laughed really hard, he tried to explain heaven and I explained earth. We told stories to each other and I even told him the story of Romeo and Juliet.

At the end of the night we roast marshmallows and sit in silence under a blanket. The night had gotten chilly around 8 pm, we both were tired but held onto the night watching the fire go out. Ethan was nodding his head and his eyes drooped harshly, as a good friend, I did the only thing I could.

Quietly, I got up and took the blanket off Ethan. We were only a couple feet from the ocean, so it wouldn't be hard. I suddenly pick up Ethan and charge to the sea carrying him, of course he instantly woke up. But I still threw him into the chilled water.

His soaked form popped up gasping for air while I cracked up on the dry, dry beach. "Jackson!" Ethan squealed, utterly shocked. He may have realized the game aspect when he saw me laugh but he was still shocked.

He picked himself up and chased after me, dripping water over our stuff. He tripped in the sand as I circled our little camp, making sand stick to his face. Eventually, my stamina runs out and Ethan tackled me into the salt water, laughing triumphantly.

I washed off in the water, Ethan did too. And we walked back into the house around 11, too tired to bring in our things.