A few days later at Meg's home, Norm was taking a bath. He sighed. He watched TV, but nothing was on. Then, he hearded a door slamming. "I'm home!" A female voice yelled. Norm gasped, he went out of the bed, dripping wet. He took a towel and started to get dry. "What the hell I'm doing?" he asked himself. He snapped his fingers, and he was dry, and in costume again. He hearded some sounds from someone running up the stairs. He snapped with his fingers again, and he was in Meg's bedroom.

Meg throwed her bag on the bed, and fell down on it. "Thank god, it's weekend!" she yelled in the bed sheet. "Well, I guess you don't mind it all." Norm said, floating in the air. Meg turned, putting her boots out and went to sit. "Of course!! Now I can spend hours with drawing, reading, and least but not least.." she stopped, waiting till Norm got annoyed. "And?" Norm asked finally. "Shitting!" Meg laughed, and fell backwards at her bed. Norm groaned in annoyance. "How old are you, 5?" Meg grinned. "Well yeah. She said, and crossed her eyes. "Look at me, I'm a 5-year old kid who know how to annoy the heck out of people!" she said. At Norm's face a little smile raised. Meg putted her bag upside down, and the books, etui and agenda fell down at the floor. And a colourd paper. "What's this?" Norm asked, and take it from the ground. "Blahblahblah… Party…. Yadayada… this Friday… blah…" He looked at Meg, who was putting her jewellery off. "You know what this mean?" Meg looked back, looking bored. "What?" Norm snapped his fingers, and the bedroom was changed into a disco. Norm danced. "A school party! A disco!" he said, full of joy. "I'm not going." Meg said. Norm froze, and the bedroom was back to the old look. "What? Are you sick?" he asked, floating over her to felt her forehead. Meg slapped his hand away. "Which part of I'm Not Going you didn't understand?" she said annoyed. "Are there no.. How do you say… Hot shots over there?" Norm asked. "Nope," Meg said. Norm looked directly in her eyes. "Really?" he asked. "Man, what's your problem?" Meg said. "If you wanna go, I won't mind." Norm revealed his purple eyes. "Really?" He looked at the advisement for the party. "Hey, the theme is black 'n white!" he said. Meg nodded. "I know.. But still, I hate dancing, and I hate that loud music." Norm frowned his eyebrows in confusing. "Seriously. Don't you never go out or something?" he asked. Meg looked at her black painted nails. "Nope." She took a magazine from under her bed, and acted like she was reading. "C'mon, you're 15!"

"A-ha."

"You have to live the life!"

"A-ha."

"You act like you're reading, aren't you?"

"A-ha."

Norm rolled his eyes, and slapped the magazine away. "Hey! I was acting like I was reading that!" Meg said. Norm sighed, and floated down at Meg's office chair. "Are you ashamed, or something?" Meg turned red. "N-no, of course not!" She said. Norm nodded, grinning. "Suuuure. And could you explain why you are blushing?" Meg made circles with her we finger. "Uhm… Well.." she stuttered. "I've been not out since I was 12." She said, with a head like a tomato. Norm looked at Meg with his eyes big like saucers. "You aren't kidding?" he asked. "No. I went with a few girls form primary school, but the funniest thing I did, was buying a lollypop…" Meg said. She rubbed her eyes. "It lies pretty sensitive." She had such a sad look at her face. Norm looked at her. He floated over to her, sat down next to Meg and slugged his arm around her shoulders. She didn't pushed it away. She only looked at her nails, which were extremely short. Norm patted her shoulder. Meg putted her face into her hands. "It's so embarrassing. I mean, who in the wide world would dance with me?" she asked herself. "Well," Norm said, "I can go with you to the dance, so you won't descend at all." Meg smirked. "Well, that sounds cool, but.." she said. "But what?" Norm said. "Don't you think everybody thinks it's kinda weird that 1: I go to a dance, and 2: go to the dance with an older guy." Norm rolled his eyes, thinking. "So?" he said. Meg looked in his violet eyes. "Wait a second… I think this is just an excuse to go to an teenage school dance!" she said grinning. Norm took his arm back, and floated to his bed. "Why the hell you think that?" he asked, ignoring the grin of Meg. "Well, it was times ago I went to a dance.." he said, thinking of it. "Really? Please tell!" Meg said. "No." Norm said suddenly. Meg pouted. She looked at the paper for the school disco. "You now…" she started, but ripped the paper. "No way I'm going to that junk." Norm saw the wood cock press in the treasure bag disappear. "What the…?" he asked. Meg crossed her arms. "It's against my principals." She said. Norm slapped his face. "Excuse me, I'm gonna draw the hair out of my head," Norm said with implied annoyance, almost disappointed.

Norm opened the window. "I think I'm going for a flight." He said, and floated away. Meg saw him flying away. She felt guilty, again. Maybe she should buy tickets for the dance. But she hate dancing, the music… She went to her desk, sat down on her office chair, took a pencil and started doodling. A half hour later, her mom called for dinner. Meg doubted, but ran downstairs.

Meanwhile, Norm was doubting too about his thoughts. He wanted to made Meg wishing for something.. He stopped, and saw the school where Meg was on. He grinned. Tomorrow he would play a prank on Meg… He floated back, to Meg's home. There, he saw the bedroom was empty, and he smelled some dinner air. He snapped his fingers, and a pizza appeared.

"How was school, Meg?" her mom asked. Meg poked the fish, which looked disgusting. "Well, geography was cool, like always, and French was so boring.. But for a test, I got a C back." "That's great, hon." Her father said. Meg took the fish, and gave it to the cat. "I'm done!" She said, and ran upstairs. When she opened her door, she saw her room was changed into a party center. Genies were floating in any kind of size, skin, age and stuff. She ran to Norm. "What is this!?" she said, pulling at his arm. "Geez, calm down kid, I just invited some old pals." Norm said. "Please, get them out of here!" Meg said, nervously. "What if my parents find out this! They're home!!" she cried. Norm looked at her down, annoyed. "Why do you have to ruin my fun?" he asked. Meg looked at her door. She locked it. "Relief." She opened the window, and putted her hands to her mouth. "Attention genies. The party is over. I'm sure Norm will know a much better place than this crap!" The genies shrugged, and floated out of the room. "See ya later Norm." some said. Norm looked pissed at Meg. "Did you really had to?" Meg took the garbage from the ground, and pushed it in her garbage bag. "Sorry. But my parents are downstairs! What if they hearded something?" Norm rolled his eyes. "Parents don't hear, or see, or even know their kid has a genie, or something." He said. Meg poked her lips. "Seriously?" she asked. Norm sighed. "What kind of…" he groaned. "Never mind. I just don't get a grip on you!" he yelled. Meg looked him yelling with big eyes. "You act like you're al that, but you are on the inside just a shy little maid." Norm sighed. "How did you ever got this lamp?" he asked. Meg was quiet. She took a magazine from under her bed, and started reading. Norm frowned, laid down at the cough and putted his hands behind his head. "You know Meg… When I was on a fly, I think I saw your school."

"Hmm-mm." Meg throwed the magazine behind her. "I'm sorry for being so… un grip full." She said. Norm grinned. "Anyway. How was school?" he asked. Meg stood up, and started to close her pink curtains. "Well, I had geography…" she said. "And that is..?" Norm asked. "Well, it's awesome!" Meg said. "I really like that subject." Norm nodded. "Hey, look out!" he said. Meg jumped on the couch to close a curtain, and almost felt at Norm. Meg blushed. "Look outside than! It's really dark." "I can't look outside, you just closed your curtains." Norm said ironically. Meg grinned. "You joker." She punched Norm's arm. Norm ignored the little pain. Meg jumped at her bed, and lied down. "Man. I'm dead. School almost killed me."

Norm grinned. "Did they shoot with a gun at you?" He smirked. Meg grinned. "Close."

Then she sat straight in bed. "Norm… Can I look your lamp on the inside?" she asked. Norm gasped, but at his face raised a sly expression. "Okay, miss!" he said, and snapped his fingers.

Meg were lifted in a tail of blue smoke, and were sucked into the lamp. "Noorm!!" she screamed. Than, she felt on a purple floor. "Ow!" she said, standing op and rubbing her butt. She looked around. There were a red chair in it, a blue couch, a giant golden flat screen, a crystal lamp, a blue vase with flowers, and a purple cook cupboard. Meg looked at the board above it. "Stuff to read during the big dumb second wish." Meg said to herself. She walked to it, and started reading the titles of the books. "1001 Snappy nicknames, How to be a lawn gnome, Da Rules.." She took the last book, and thudded down at the floor. She opened the book. Meanwhile, Norm was laughing his ass off. "That stupid girl.." he laughed. "Stuck in my lamp." He opened the window, and flied off. Meg was meanwhile reading Da Rules. She grinned, and putted it back on the place she took it. She sat down in the chair. 'I don't get why he sleeps on the couch in my room,' Meg thought. 'This place is nice.' She looked up. Where the hell was Norm?

A few hours later, Norm was back. He saw his lamp, and in there was a little figure sleeping at the couch. He swallowed. He jumped into his lamp. "Hey Meg!" He whispered, shaking her shoulder. "Wha?" She said, yawning. "What's the time?" Norm looked at Meg's watch. "About 23.43." Meg gasped. "My, where have you been? It was pretty boring around here."

Norm sighed. "Well, you know how I'm feeling after the third wish." Meg looked at her shoes. "Can you put me back in my room again?" She asked. Norm snapped his fingers, and voila, she felt at her bed. She pouted. "I'm gonna downstairs fore a shower." She said, taking her pajama and undies. Norm shrugged, and dived into his lamp. She didn't mess things up. He jumped into the room. Meg walked upstairs, in a dark red nightdress, with a white cat on it. Meg jumped on her bed, and took a book, but putted it back. "Norm, don't you have a pajama or something?" she asked. Norm sighed. He snapped his fingers, but his suit was still the same. "This is my pajama." He said bored. Meg looked confused. "That's just your suit."

"Duh!" Norm said. He crawled into the bed sheets at the couch, and turned his back to Meg. "Goodnight. And please don't ask that silly things like last night." Meg giggled. "I just like to learn things, can I help it?" "Yeah, just shut up." Norm said pissed. Meg pouted, and digged into her bed sheet too. "Good night." She said, putting the light out. Meg shivered. It was very cold at her room, despite the heating was on. She shivered again, and turned on her other side. She couldn't sleep. She turned on her back, and saw the shining of a street light trough her curtains. She putted her hands behind her head. What did she say that pissed Norm out? She looked at Norm. He was turned on his back, but she couldn't see if he was sleeping. She had to pee. She came slowly out of her bed, on the cold floor. She ran in silence to the bathroom.

Norm opened his eyes. Phew, she was gone. He sat at the couch bed, and shivered too. It was cold indeed. He snapped his fingers, and he had sleeves at his 'pajama' suit. Meg came upstairs, and saw him sitting. "Cold, heh?" Norm shrugged. "I've got sleeves." He said. Meg shivered. "Maybe I must put a pajama on, too." Norm rolled his eyes. "You could do that.."

"Or?" Meg asked. Norm swayed with his hand. "Nah." Meg shrugged, walked to her closet at the corridor, and closed the door to the room, to put on a pajama. When she was back in her room, Norm was still whistling at his hands to bring warmth to it. Meg doubted, but overcame her doubts, and sat down next to Norm, and covered his hands. "My hands are warm," she said blushing. (What Norm couldn't see, because it was dark) "Meg!? Who are you talking to?" her mom yelled from downstairs. "It's darn night!" Meg looked shocked at Norm. They both hearded footsteps on the stairs. "Quick, get under my bed sheets!" Meg hissed, putting the cough back into a cough, and throwing the sheets away. Norm flied under her bed sheets, and Meg went quickly into her bed, too. Her mother opened the door. "Meg, it's late. Why are you talking you yourself?" Meg rolled her eyes. "I'm… just.. , er, hihi," she stuttered. Norm was tickling her feets. "I was just singing myself to sleep." Meg stuttered. Her mother shrugged, and went back downstairs. "It's clear!" Meg whispered, and slapped the bed sheets away from Norm, who was laying next to her. He was laughing. "What's so funny?" she whispered, putting the cough back into a bed again. "Well, I just discovered you can't stand tickling." He said with a sly look at his face. Meg pouted. "Anyway. You're bed is ready." Norm putted his hands behind his head. "So?" "So you can back." "This bed is way warmer." Meg frowned. "I'm laughing my ass off." She grabbed Norm's arm and drawed him out of her bed. "Please, it's late." Norm pouted. "But your bed was so warm." Meg smiled. The couch will be warm if you gonna lay on it, Norm." Norm hmpfed, and floated to his bed. "Goodnight, Norm" Meg whispered, and closed her eyes. Norm yawned. It was late, indeed. He looked at Meg's watch, at the desk. 01.32 AM. He sighed, and putted the sheet over his body. He saw Meg turning on her belly. Norm closed his eyes.

Norm felt something walking over him. Something with 4 legs. He opened one eye, and he saw a big, black, fluffy thing on his sheet. "GAH!!" he gasped. Meg flied intact. "What! Where? Who?" she said, scared. She saw her cat at Norm sitting. She laughed. "I think Mickey likes you," she said sly. "Great. Another one to the army." Meg raised an eyebrow. "Army?" Now it was Norm's turn to laugh. "Gotcha!" Meg swayed her arms over her knees. "No, seriously, did you have loads of ex-girlfriends?" Norm blushed. "Let's say… We continue this conversation tomorrow, 'kay?" he said. Meg pouted. "It's tomorrow. It's Saturday 04.23 AM." She said grinning. Norm rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Goodnight." "It's morning, very early." Meg said. She stood up, and walked to the door. "Gotta poo." She said. Norm slapped his hand to his head. He took the cat, and putted her on Meg's bed. She looked at him. Norm floated back to the couch.

When Meg was back, she saw Norm laying with his back turned to her. She shrugged, and went to her bed. On the tast, she found the way. When she sat at her bed, she felt something, like a body. She throwed the bed sheet away, and saw Mickey lying. Meg sighed, in relief.

A few hours later, Meg woke up. She watched her clock: 08.17 AM. She putted her slippers on, and went in silence downstairs, to watch cartoons (like always). It was still dark, outside. She saw her cat scratching the kitchen door, so Meg opened it.

Meanwhile, Norm woke up. He saw Meg wasn't in her bed. He snapped his fingers, and was downstairs. He saw Meg watching TV. He floated in silence to her, and grabbed her shoulders. "Boo!" "Ack!" Meg yelled, swaying her arms. She slapped Norm's sunglasses of his face. "Ow!" he said, picking up his glasses. "I'm so sorry, I'm not handed to other people in this house.." she said, with big eyes. Norm swayed with his hand. "It doesn't matter. I'll better go back upstairs." Meg pressed the TV off. "Then I'll go with you. You promised you will tell about your ex girlfriends." She said grinning. Norm groaned in annoyance, and snapped his fingers. They were back upstairs, in Meg's room. Meg looked at her clock: 09.40 AM. "Oh noes!" she yelled, and ran to the closet to pick some clothes. "What is the matter now?" Norm asked bored. "I'm late for art lessons." She hopped into her room, trying to get a red jeans on, and was only wearing a bra. Norm's eyes almost popped out of his funds, but putted his hands for his sunglasses. "Gah!" he said. Meg throwed a pair of socks to him. "Very funny, now please… Aaaahh!" Meg felt at the floor, with still having a leg out of the jeans. Norm grinned. "Missy chaos." Meg growled. 'If you think that's so funny, you can join me in art lessons!" she said pissed. "I wonder how that 8-year girls would look if I brought a guy in there."