Teen Enchanter

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Witch and I am not making any money writing this story. This story is for entertainment purposes only.

Summary: It all started with a very lucid dream and a synchronistic encounter with a fortune teller just before Leopold Miller's sixteenth birthday. He can now make bullies fight each other, turn his annoying little brother into a dog, become the most popular out and proud boy in school, and make the guy of his night fantasies love him. This story will contain Language, MM, OC, and some mild violence.

Chapter Two

Shoving his annoying little brother out of the way, Leopold rushed in the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He slid the lock into place and leaned back against it. Next week was his sixteenth birthday. Wasn't life supposed to change? Looking across from him into the mirror above the sink, he rolled his eyes and sighed. Nothing had changed at all. He was still the same. Average height for a guy his age, hair the colour of a shiny copper penny, and skin that burned if out in the sun for far too long.

Getting ready for school was the same ritual Monday through Friday. He'd brush his teeth and rinse before taking a shower. Organic shampoo, rinse, organic conditioner, leave in, lather up his body with sweet artisanal soap from Thailand, wash it all off, and then rinse the conditioner from his hair. The weekends were different. Friday night and Saturday night, he'd take a bubbly hot bath soaking in oils from Bali.

He was so gay.

Soaking in Balinese oils. Girl, bye!

His hair was his pride and joy though. Since the universe doesn't do straight lines, his hair was as straight as nature would allow, long past his narrow shoulders, and silky to the touch. Not a split end in sight. A girl at school had asked him how he kept his hair so glossy and vibrant. He'd thought he was being picked on and lied. He told her he'd wash it in salmon oil. The poor girl had been serious and had come to school the next day smelling like off Long John Silvers. He'd felt so bad and apologized to her profusely. She'd slapped the hell out of him, but they'd been best friends ever since.

Making his way back into his room, he heard a snicker coming from under his bed.

"How many times have I told you?" He asked, getting down on his knees and dragging his brother out by his ankles. "Don't get under my bed. What if you get bitten by a spider?"

Robbie, his little brother, rolled his eyes. "Are you a girl?"

Leopold got to his feet and looked down at the little turd. "Excuse me?"

"Brad, the great! The red-hot lover! Oh, Brad! Kiss me, my darling!"

Leopold's left eye twitched. He reached for his little brother who squealed and darted from the room. He slammed his door with a growl and walked around to the other side of the bed. He got down on his knees and found his journal and it was open.

That little shit has been reading this AGAIN?! How the hell did he find it? Fuck my life!

He opened his desk drawer and slammed it in, locking it with the key.

"Oh, Brad!" His little brother's voice came from the small opening at the bottom of the door. "Let me kiss the foot which kicked the winning shot."

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Leopold roared, kicking the bottom of his bedroom door.

Robbie squealed and ran away laughing.

There is going to be an accident one of these days and they're going to find him at the bottom of the stairs.

He put the key in his backpack and started to get dressed.

XXXXX

Every morning he would walk outside, and Penelope would be riding up on her bike to greet him. This was how every morning went.

"Hi!" She smiled and waved to him.

He smiled back. "How are you?"

"The same," She answered.

He nodded. "Me, too."

"Look," she motioned with her head. "Prince Charming is right on time. Look at him sitting there waiting on Cinderella to get it together."

"She's probably sorting out the mice," he responded. "And she's more like a Lady Guinevere."

Penelope snorted. "You're so polite. I'd just call her a hoe and be done with it."

Leopold shook his head. He watched Brad. The guy who he'd sometimes catch looking at him, but quickly turn his head away. The guy who had grown tall, gotten buff, and was star of the school football team. He had really grown into that handsome face.

Leopold quickly looked away when Brad turned his head to look right at him. He got his bike and Penelope was cheesing hard.

"He's looking right at you," she whispered as they started walking down his driveway. "He's following you with those honey brown eyes."

Leopold rolled his eyes. "I seriously doubt he's looking at me. He's probably thinking, oh, what's that?"

"You have had a crush on Bradley Powell for years, Leopold," she said, getting back onto her bike and following after him down the sunny sidewalk. "I understand why. He's a hunk."

They both stopped and turned when they heard Ronnie yelling.

"Well? I've been standing here for ages. Aren't you going to open the door for me or compliment my new outfit?"

Penelope was grinning from ear to ear.

"He was so taken by you and your grace, he totally forgot about Hoe-a-lot." She laughed.

"Right," Leopold said, "Sure."

He turned his head just in time to meet Brad's eyes as the two seniors passed them in the midnight black convertible. A chill raced up his spine and caused the fine hairs to stand all over his body.

They could both hear Ronnie.

"You are dating the most popular girl in school, so that makes you the most popular guy in school. If I break up with you, you lose that. Don't you dare forget that, Bradley."

"Damn," Penelope said from behind. "She rides him hard."

Leopold sighed. He'd be a wonderful boyfriend to a guy one day

"His choice," he answered her.

Penelope whistled. "Look at you. Acting like you're already sixteen. Girl, bye!"

"Bye!" He waved over his shoulder and took off like a bullet down the hill.

"Hey!" She yelled behind him. "No fair!"

XXXXX

Leopold made his way over his school locker and started to play with the lock when some guys a few lockers down started rapping.

Takin' out time and we're feelin' cool

Don't really need to be hangin' in school

It's okay, we got nothing to lose

Can't see you, baby, it's the high school blues

"Oh, for fuck sake, will you guys shut the hell up?" Some guy poked his head from a classroom door. "You suck!"

Penelope snickered, slinking up beside Leopold. "I think they're pretty good."

"You would," he said.

The dark headed guy that had been rapping slyly made his way over to Leopold. He was taller, and his dark hair was slicked back like Elvis.

"Excuse me, pretty boy," he said, leaning with his elbow on the locker beside Leopold. "Are you sure you go to high school?"

Great. Just great. First day and its already started.

He closed his locker door and looked at the taller guy standing beside him. He was cute.

"I asked myself that very question three times this morning," he responded, narrowing his eyes a bit. "And like you, I'm still not sure. I'll have to wait and see if my name is called during rollcall."

The dark headed guy snorted and nodded his head. "You're spunky. I like that." And just like that, he walked back over to his group and walked off.

"Okay," Penelope said. "That was…odd. I'll see you in class."

Leopold nodded. "See you later."

He was making his way up the staircase when two guys in matching sweater vests jumped out at him. He would have fallen, but he was graceful.

"Pax vobiscum, Leopold!"

"What?"

"Don't act like you don't know," the guy in the glasses on the left spoke. "You know you're our candidate. It's in the bag."

"I'm in the bag?"

"Latin club president," the guy without glasses said. "You're the best."

Leopold nodded his head. "Right! I'll be happy for whoever wins."

They both blinked, nodded, and walked off.

"So?" A voice from behind him said. He spun around to see Ronnie and her two friends come walking up the stairs. "Did your dad get you that car?"

"Oh!" Ronnie laughed, waving her hand. "It's all in the works. I honestly could care less anyway. Bradley takes me wherever I want to go."

"He is so your slave," The dark headed girl laughed.

"Your love slave!" The brunette laughed.

Leopold watched them walk by and put his head down. He couldn't understand what Brad saw in her. She was tall, thin, blond, blue eyed, and physically perfect.

Yeah. I hate her guts.

It took him several minutes to find his way to his English class. The moment he walked into the room all eyes turned to him. His eyes met Brad's before they met Mr. Weaver's.

"Well, well. Our honour student has graced us with his presence. Apparently skipping grades is not enough for Mr. Miller. He feels he can afford to waste our valuable time as well. You people seem to think this is some sort of game. Do you really think I have nothing better to do with my time than to stand here and teach senior English?" Mr. Weaver asked. "Well? Do you, Mr. Miller?"

Leopold made eye contact once more with Brad. Those honey brown eyes never blinked.

"Clearly you choose to be here," Leopold answered, taking his seat amidst a few shocked gasps. "So, yes. You do have the time. You are paid to be here during set hours. If you don't want to be here, you can leave through the door I just walked through."

The room was dead silent. Nobody had ever spoken to Mr. Weaver like that.

Mr. Weaver's face went a slight shade of pink.

Fuck!

"Pass your papers down to the front." He demanded. "I'll bet not one of you knows who John Donne is."

"Isn't he one of those romance guys you've been droning on about?" A guy in the back answered.

"It was a rhetorical question!" Mr. Weaver snapped.

Leopold reached into his bag and pulled out his paper and passed it forward.

Mr. Weaver gathered them all up and rolled his eyes. "Now, let's see if any of you has been able to convey his or her idea of romance into words, huh?"

He flipped through the papers.

"Now this one is rather sticky, but utterly fascinating," he said, placing it on top of all the others. "He pressed those brutal lips against mine, but he didn't stop there. Every inch of my flesh was being burned with his kisses."

Leopold's eyes widened in rage. How did a page from his journal get into his backpack?

ROBBIE!

"Who would believe tonight I was his?" Mr. Weaver raised his eyes. "Yes. Who indeed?"

He was looking right at Leopold and everyone could see it. He refused to show any emotion and if Mr. Weaver outed him right here and now he knew he was going to go to jail. He'd take that bust of Shakespeare and bludgeon the bastard in front of everyone.

"Well?" A deep voice asked from near the back of the class.

Leopold's eyes widened.

It was Brad.

"How does it end?" Brad asked.

"Herpes," Mr Weaver answered, rolling his eyes. "And nothing but heartache."

Leopold slowly let out the breath he'd been holding.

XXXXX

Leopold was minding his own business and near the end of recess he was walking down the tunnel which led out into the school football field. He was in his own little world. Today was the day he had almost been outed in front of his English class. He had been so scared, and he had never felt such anger before.

Thank god my name was not on there!

"Hey! See you later, Brad!" A voice shouted, and Leopold moved out of the way as a football player went running by him down the dark tunnel. "We're number one!"

Brad?

He looked around and discovered where his troubled mind had led him. He stepped from the shadows into the light and peered around the corner to see Brad throwing a football.

The older teen took off his shirt and jumped down to do pushups. Leopold could see sweat dripping off his muscular body. Brad got back onto his feet and did a few more stretches before throwing another football.

Leopold made a move to step back into the shadows, but Brad suddenly turned and spotted him.

Oh, shit!

"Hey!" Brad called to him.

Leopold was frozen to the spot.

What do I do?

He raised his hand. "Hi."

Kill me.

Brad was running over to him and all Leopold wanted to do was run the hell away.

"Leopold, right?" Brad asked.

Leopold nodded his head. He was doing everything he could not to just gawk at the half naked stud standing before him. He kept his eyes right on Brad's face. Eyes meeting eyes.

He's so tall. My neck hurts!

"You're in my English and Drama class," Brad said.

Once more, Leopold nodded his head.

Don't look at his pecs. Don't look at those petal pink pecs. I so want to sink my teeth into those pecs.

"Are you really trying out for the role of Ondine?" Brad asked.

Leopold snorted and nodded his head. "Back in the day, it was forbidden for women to be on stage. Men had to play both parts. Plus, I don't have to wear a wig." He ran a hand through his hair.

Brad bit his bottom lip, looking like his brain was chewing over this information. "If I get the part of Hans and you get Ondine…"

Leopold smirked. "Yes?"

"We will…you know…have to kiss…"

Leopold nodded. "Oh? Oh. Oh!"

Brad laughed nervously. "Yeah…"

Leopold's mind was racing.

"Easy fix," he said. "My hair will hide our faces. Nobody will be the wiser."

Brad reached out and touched Leopold's hair. The shorter teen froze as if the wind had been knocked from him. Brad Powell. The guy of his dreams was touching his hair.

His hands are so big…

"I knew it!" Brad said, letting the hair go. "It is as soft as I thought it was."

Leopold blinked.

Seriously? Is this guy for real? Oh, my fucking gods! Brad touched my hair. He touched me!

"Well," Brad said, taking a step back. "I need to go shower before drama. See you there, Leopold?"

The redhead nodded. "See you there, Brad."

XXXXX

The drama class met on stage that evening underneath the good lighting. There was about twenty of them. Leopold had been shocked when Brad had walked into class on the first day. He never would have guessed the jock to be one for drama.

"Now!" Ms Malloy said, stepping onto the stage grinning from ear to ear. "For the other two finalists. As for the knight, Hans, Brad Powell. And for the lead role of our beloved Ondine, Leopold Miller."

Everyone was on the edge of their seats for this. It was every fangirls dream.

"This is just like an anime," Penelope whispered into his ear. "Go get your seme."

"Leopold?" Ms Malloy smiled. "Think of this as the ultimate test of your acting ability. Don't be Leopold. Be Ondine! Let her spirit rise to the surface and overtake you!"

Leopold nodded.

"You can do it," she whispered. "Good luck."

Leopold stepped up onto the stage where Brad was seated in a chair with armour on his chest. He took a deep breath and seemed to be gliding towards him. Another spirit was rising up from the murky depths.

Another Leopold. A brave, bold, and powerful Leopold. A Leopold who held the world in his palm and his breath stirred the very seas.

"We shall have this hour always to remember, the hour before you kissed me, before you said you loved me." he spoke in a voice that was lighter and smoother. "I can't wait an hour. Tell me now."

Brad looked up at him from where he was seated with his hands placed on his thighs. "Do you think this is something one says just like that?"

"What must I do then?" Leopold asked, gliding closer towards him. "Should I sit in your lap?"

Brad lifted his arms. "In my lap of armour?"

Leopold smiled and leaned over him. "I have ways of removing armour."

Brad's armour hit the floor with a bang. The sound echoed in the silence that followed.

Brad lifted his gaze from his fallen armour to the young man before him. "And my arms, do you think they open to the first comer?"

"I have ways of opening arms," Leopold said, taking a graceful seat in Brad's lap with a dramatic flourish. "And closing them."

He didn't even have to close Brad's arms around him. The bigger teen did that all on his own much to Leopold's surprise. It was a strong embrace.

Those honey brown eyes gazed intently at him. Time seemed to stand still. Leopold could see himself looking back at himself from Brad's eyes.

"Your eyes," Brad whispered so softly only Leopold could hear him. "They're so green."

"Whoo!" A cheer came up from behind them. "Go Brad!"

"Lovely," Ms Malloy clapped, rising to her feet, breaking the spell between the two teens. "That was truly lovely. Well done both of you! Thank you."

Leopold rose from Brad's lap and made his way over to Penelope. She was gushing.

"That was so good!" She squealed. "Oh, my god! I thought I would die."

Leopold laughed. "Thank you."

"Okay," Ms Malloy announced. "The director has decided that Clarence will play the king. Brad and Lili will play the leads."

Leopold nodded. He knew there wasn't a chance he would get the part just because he had a dangling 'y', but still, it did hurt. His acting had been far better than Lili's.

And the chemistry…

"And Leopold," Ms Mallow said. "You will be the assistant costume… mastress."

He gave her a silent thank you. She smiled and blew a kiss at him.

Oh, my fucking god! His eyes widened and he reached out to steady himself by placing a hand against a pole. I just sat in Brad's lap!

Your eyes…they're so green.

He was screaming inside.

Brad looked at him and smiled before leaving.

XXXXX

He was a little sad he didn't get the lead role, but he knew in his heart he wouldn't get it. He could have been Meryl Streep good and he still wouldn't have gotten the part. Two guys kissing. Yeah, right!

Is that car going to hit me? Should I scream? Take me now, Lord.

He crashed his bike really good and hard when he hit the bottom of that short hill. Luckily he hadn't broken anything.

"God!" A voice shouted from above. "Leo!"

It was Brad. Brad had just almost killed him.

"Leopold."

"Are you okay, Leo?"

"Leopold."

"Yes, I know what your name is Leo," Brad said, holding out his hand. "Are you okay?"

Leopold gave up.

"Yes," he answered.

"Here," Brad said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up. "Let me help you."

"I'm okay, Brad," he said, feeling silly.

"I'm so sorry," Brad said, looking back up the hill. "I didn't see you. This is totally my fault. Ronnie was bitching and I was yelling."

"It was my fault," Leopold lied. "It was my failed suicide attempt."

Brad froze. "Huh? What?"

Leopold laughed. "I'm joking."

"Oh!" Brad said, nodding his head, running his hands through his hair and placing one over his chest. "My heart won't quit hammering. I thought I'd killed you. Shit."

"I'm good," Leopold said.

"Are you sure?" Brad asked. "You're not cut? Did you hit your head? I see you have a helmet on, but still."

"Bradley!" Ronnie shouted from the top. "If he's not dead, let's go!"

Brad ignored her. "You'll have to excuse her. She's emotionally retarded."

"I heard that, you asshole!" Ronnie shouted.

"I meant for you, too!" Brad shouted back up at her.

Leopold coughed.

Brad turned back to him. "At least let me give you a ride home and explain everything to your parents?"

Leopold shook his head. "I live close by. No need."

"I know where you live," Brad said. "I see you every morning. Your house is at least another five miles from here."

You do look at me.

The horn started honking.

"I'm okay," Leopold smiled, knocking on his helmet. "I'll see you at school."

The horn honked again.

"Okay," Brad said, taking a step back. "Be careful. I'll see you."

Leopold waved him off.

From where he stood, the bickering started up again.

"You could have made me kill him!"

"Oh, please!"

"Don't you ever grab the wheel like that again!"

"Or what?"

"I'll never pick you up again!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Leopold rolled his eyes.

Thank god I'm not straight.

He picked up his bike and knew right there he had a problem. The front tire was all fucked up.

"Well…that's just great. Now what the hell do I do?"

He made his way back up the hill with his bike and started walking along the side of the road. A flash of lightning lit up the sky above his head and a boom of thunder. A storm was starting to roll in.

"Great. Just great."

XXXXX

He had been walking for what felt like half an hour until he came upon a house with a sign in the front yard that was lit up.

Madame Serena, Fortune Teller, Medium, Psychic, Tea Spiller, Personalized Spells, Sees All, Might Tell All

He left his bike by the front steps and walked up to the wooden door. There was a pentagram in the window. He knocked on the door.

"Hello?" He called out.

A very loud boom of thunder had him opening the door and rushing inside. He stood in the pale lights and the scent of incense tickled his nose. The whole place smelled of sandalwood and cedar.

"Hello?"

"Approach," A light and airy voice with a touch of a foreign accent spoke from the cedar scented shadows. "Approach my little one. Don't be afraid. Madame Serena knows all, sees all, spills all. Come. Come!" She beckoned to him with her jewelled fingers.

"Actually," he said, thinking her a whole hell of a lot of spooky. "I need to use your phone. I left my cell in my bag at school."

"Impossible," the tiny lady said. "I never use a phone. Germs can come through the wires. It's a good way to get sick. Very, very sick. Come. Come!"

Leopold signed and followed her into the other room.

She gestured. "Sit."

He took a seat at the round table. In the centre was a crystal ball and a bronze offering plate. Crystals hung from the ceiling and the walls were littered with paintings and portraits of faeries.

"Look," Madame Serena said. "Because it is a stormy night, I will give you a palm reading at a special price."

"I'm really late getting home and I'm really sorry, but…"

"Don't worry," she said, waving his words away like a bad smell. "I like you. I like your pixy face. How much money you have?"

"Um," he answered, not really knowing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some cash. "Twenty-three dollars…"

"Ugh! I just knew it." Madame Serena sighed, making a drawn face. "Okay! Please, put the money on the offering plate and cover it up. Madame Serena must never see the money." She handed him a white silk cloth.

He took it from her.

"Okay," he said, placing the twenty and three one-dollar bills on the plate and covering it up.

She held out her palm for him to place his palm in hers. He hesitantly did so. Her hands were soft but strong.

"I can see you are still in high school," she said, not even looking at his palm. "And that certain somebody doesn't even know you're alive. Don't worry about that. Somebody you already know will become your sweetheart. You will marry and you will have two children."

"Really?" Leopold sighed. "I paid twenty-three dollars for this. Well, what's his name? Hell, I don't even know if I'm fertile."

Madame Serena looked up at him and then back down at his hand. She kept looking at it for the longest time. Like she was really looking at his palm now. She was tracing lines and patterns with her fingers.

"My God in Heaven!" She all but yelled. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't," he said. "But its Leopold Miller."

"Miller!" She said, looking back down at his palm, and then back up at him. A look of complete familiarity and recognition lit up her whole countenance. "It's you!"

"What do you mean, it's me?"

"You're not a mark," she said, smiling at him with a truly happy face. "You're one of us."

"One of who?" He asked.

"When is your sixteenth birthday?" She asked but held up a jewelled finger to silence him. "Next week! Am I right?"

He nodded his head.

She held onto his palm and gazed back down. "You will gain these powers on your sixteenth birthday."

Okay. Crazy lady.

"What powers?" He asked, wanting his hand back now.

"Strange things will start to happen, but you must trust me. Trust me?" She asked.

Leopold slowly rose to his feet. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. I really have to get home. My parents must be really worried now."

Madame Serena waved him out with a knowing smile.

"I'll be seeing you, Dear. I'll have tea waiting."

To be continued…