It was the week of the school dance when trouble came again. This is also the time of the year where Gem and I play 'cat and mouse'. Guess who was the mouse, folks? At least I managed to avoid her for the past four days, two hours, thirty-five minutes and forty-nine seconds since the dance was announced, but who's counting? Okay, fine I was counting.

Anyways, Sabrina was about to ask Harvey, whom I was sitting next to on the bench, to the dance. Hopefully, they'll start dating, Sabrina can tell her secret to Harvey and I won't have to act like Sabrina doesn't know that I'm magical at all around Harvey any more.

"80s Retro Dance." Sabrina said as I facepalmed. How had she not noticed it at all? However, she gasped and I looked over to see why. Gem was looking at the poster too, despite the fact she knew about the dance. Most likely to rub it in Sabrina's face. And I know two things that'll happen. One, she'll ask Harvey. Two, she'll ask me.

Just as Gem was about to ask Harvey, Sabrina threw a cupcake into her mouth. Sure hope Gem doesn't try suing Sabrina for everything she has. She fell in front of Harvey and me, of course. "Um, Sabrina, are you okay?" I asked her in concern with a eyebrow raised. "Sure, thanks for asking." Sabrina said as I helped her up.

"Hi Harvey." Sabrina then said with a pile of dirt on her head. A worm poke out from it, surprising Sabrina. "Hey 'Brina. Kinda new look you got going there." Harvey said. "Oh, yeah. Well, Uncle Quigley is letting me wear makeup now." Sabrina said as she brushed off the dirt. "Yeah, makeup." I muttered under my breath as the worm parachuted off Sabrina's head.

"But enough of this chit-chat. You know, the school dance is Friday." Sabrina told Harvey. "It is?" Harvey asked, shock and horrified given his face. "Yep. So I was wondering if you wanted to, you know, go with me. To the dance. And do some dancing and stuff." Sabrina said as Harvey gulped and started sweating up a storm.

"Uh, sorry. I got other plans." Harvey said with chattering teeth. "He's going with me instead." Gem said as she spit out the cupcake. "Uh, actually, I'm not going with either of you." Harvey said. "Huh?" Sabrina and Gem said in unison.

"I-I-I'm not going with either of you because-because I'm not going to the dance!" Harvey exclaimed, shocking everyone except for me. I'm pretty sure even a space shuttle stop because of what Harvey said.

"Uh yeah. I wouldn't be caught dead at some stupid dance with everyone dancing and drinking punch and laughing and having fun." Harvey said, trying to play it off as a cool person as he walked off. "Yuck." He added. "What's up with him?" Sabrina asked.

"Sabrina, everyone is entitled to their own opinions." I said to her. "What about Tim the witchsmeller?" She asked. "We all know he's deserve that and you know I'm right. You all know I'm right!" I exclaimed like a certain critic on YouTube.

"Well, Aaron. Do you want to...?" Gem was about to ask. "No! I rather be fed to a kraken or be turned to the dark side by Kevin Smith doing the role of Ares than go to the dance with you!" I told Gem as I walked away. "You can't walk away from your destiny!" Gem call after me. "I just did!" I retorted over my shoulder.

A mini Ares appear on my shoulder, like a tiny devil. "So, like you said before, wanna join the dark side?" He asked me. "No." I said bluntly. "I'll make you join me, just like I tried to with Xena." Ares said. "Yeah, how did that worked out for you?" I asked before flicking him away. "You will join me and become a warlord, like your mother and Xena did before you!" Ares cried out as he was in the air. "Yeah, right." I snorted as I walked in the school building.

After school, Sabrina and I went to her house, to see Salem with pants that made his butt look big. "I'll get you for this, Hilda!" Salem exclaimed as he left the room. "Do I wanna know or do I wanna keep my sanity intact?" I asked Hilda and Zelda. "Hey, Salem ask for your opinions." They said. "I going with option B." I said as Sabrina sighed in sadness.

"Tough day?" Hilda asked. Sabrina just grumbled a response. "C'mon 'Brina. Tell your Auntie Zelda what's wrong." Zelda said as Sabrina sat down. "Harvey would rather stay home than go to the 80s Retro Dance with me." Sabrina said sadly.

"Why would you kids want to relive the 80s? Grown men prancing around in wigs, that smirking little Mozart playing the harpsichord." Hilda said as she zapped the frig, causing it to be alive. "She's not talking about the 1780s." Zelda told her older sister. "My bad. When you're 600 years old, the centuries starts to blur." Hilda said as she grabbed a cupcake.

"I thought the dance was the social event of the year." Hilda said. "It is. And I can't believe he doesn't want to go." Sabrina said. "Did he say why?" Zelda asked. "Not really. So I'm thinking a little intuitive perception spell might help me figure out what's up with him." Sabrina suggested.

"He told you why, Sabrina. Or did you forgot about that." I told her. "That's not really a reason why, Aaron. And you know it." Sabrina whispered to me. "I got a even better spell. It's call the go over and ask him why spell." Zelda said.

"Don't you..." Sabrina began as we were zapped to Harvey's porch. "...dare. Nasty trick, Aunt Zelda." Sabrina said. "Hey, at least she had a point." I said before we heard disco music. "Disco music." Sabrina said. "What else do you wanna say, Sabrina Holmes?" I asked her sarcastically.

"When did Harvey relocate to Funky Town?" Sabrina asked. "The same time you became a detective." I said with sarcasm. We heard crashing sounds from inside before Sabrina knocked on the door.

"What?!" Harvey exclaimed once he opened the door before seeing us. "I-I mean hi Sabrina and Aaron." Harvey said. "Hey Harv." I said. "Door's stuck?" Sabrina asked. "I was just uh, doing some P.E. homework. Uh tomorrow's a pop quiz on, um, push-ups." Harvey said, trying to fib.

"Harvey, there isn't any pop quizzes in P.E." I said. "How do you know?" Harvey asked. "Because I'm in the class too." I reminded him. "Oh." Harvey remembered. "Uh huh. Harvey, I just wanted to know the truth about the dance." Sabrina said.

"Yeah, I'm going to the dance. Though Sabrina should respect others' decisions." I said the last part under my breath, though Sabrina heard it. "What about Tim the witchsmeller?" She whispered. "Now Sabrina, you know that's a loaded question." I whispered back to her.

"Do you two promise not to laugh?" Harvey asked us. "Cross my heart." Sabrina and I swear in unison. Harvey walked onto his porch and stopped near the steps. "I can't dance." Harvey told us sadly.

"What? It's middle school. You just bite your lower lips and spaz around." Sabrina said as she started dancing around. "Nobody cares if you're good." Sabrina said. "It's okay, Harv. I can't dance that well either." I added as comfort.

"No, I really can't dance. It's a health hazard. Birds fall out of the sky and rain clouds gather." Harvey said. "Harv, I think that's a bit extreme, don't you think?" I asked him. "No." Harvey replied. "I'll bet. Look, we never even seen you dance. Who told you you couldn't?" Sabrina asked.

"It's all started when my mother forced me to take that ballet class." Harvey said as he began to flash back to that moment. I saw that thanks to mind reading, though my head started to hurt a bit.

I saw young kids doing a ballet move, don't tell me what it is, I don't study ballet at all. Harvey was the only one who couldn't do it naturally. The ballet teacher then started doing complicated moves that the students couldn't do for some time. Show-off.

"On your feet childrens! Quickly. On the counting of 8, dance the combination I am showing you! Play!" She told the guy that was playing the piano as he woke up and started playing while expecting a lot from children

The other children did well, but when Harvey tried, it caused his teacher to cover her face, lightbulbs to break and a handful of ghosts to come. The walls started cracking as the other students and the teacher backed into them. "Come on, children! Run!" The teacher cried out as she and the other students ran off.

"You are so exaggerating! What really happened?" Sabrina asked as she and Harvey were sitting down while I was laying down. "Something worse." Harvey said simply. "Wait, so that wasn't true?" I asked as I got hit by another barrage of images from the past. I groaned as my migraine came back.

"I was practicing my seu arabesque when..." Harvey trailed off as it showed what happened. It show that he was a decent dancer, even his teacher was smiling, opposite of the other vision. Only for him to start stumbling and bump into the mirror in the back, causing it to fall on the piano guy. "I tripped and knocked over one of those big dancing mirrors."

"The piano player needed 12 stitches." Harvey told us. "One mistake. You made one mistake when you were five." Sabrina said. "And I'll never make another. My feet are deadly weapons. I dance, alone." Harvey said as he stood up.

"Hey Harv? Two questions?" I asked while looking at the sky. "What's that?" He asked. "One, how did you avoid being hit by the mirror?" I asked the first question. "I don't know." He said. "And two, is it perfectly normal to see everything in yellow?" I asked. "No, it isn't." Harvey and Sabrina both said.

"Good, then that means my migraine must have kicked in." I said as Sabrina dragged me while Harvey walked inside. "Aww, poor Harv." I said. "Yeah, poor Harvey." Sabrina agreed as she used magic to levitated me back to her house.

"Thanks 'Brina." I told her. "You're welcome." Sabrina said. "By the way, why were you talking about Tim the witch-snorter?" I asked her. "Well, you were talking about people's opinions." She pointed out.

"Yeah, but he doesn't count. Remember, he kidnapped Harvey." I reminded her. "Oh yeah. Never mind caring for Tim's opinions then." Sabrina said as we headed back to her house. More accurately, Sabrina levitating me with magic while I tried to regain normal vision.

We were in the living room with me lying down on the floor next to the table. "Oh honey." Hilda said. "Yeah." Sabrina replied sadly. "Talking to Harvey didn't help?" Hilda asked. "It's even worse. I found out the reason why he doesn't want to dance is because he's afraid he'd be a klutz and hurt somebody." Sabrina explained.

"Well, you certainly can't force him to dance." Hilda said. "I wish I could. Then he could see what a scaredy-cat he being." Sabrina replied back. "I might have a idea that involves my dad." I said. "Aaron, Jake may be a good dancer, but I doubt he can get Harvey to be a good dancer." Hilda said. "C'mon Hilda." I pleaded.

"You know, Harvey's problem reminded me of this guy I dated back in the late 17th century. He has just the opposite problem." Hilda said. "Oh boy, another Hilda love disaster." I said under my breath which luckily, no one heard me as Sabrina walked towards Hilda and sat next to her.

"He was too confident of his dancing." Hilda continued. "Too confident?" Sabrina repeated. "Yep! You know how's Thor is the Norse God of Thunder?" Hilda asked us. "Uh huh./Yes." Sabrina and I answered with a nod.

"Well, this guy was the Celtic God of getting down. The Lord of the Dance. And what a ego!" Hilda said as I saw her flash back. My mind-reading powers are a blessing and a curse at the same time.

"But awfully dishy, he had the moves. The style. The hair. And I must say, he thought I was the bomb." Hilda explained as I saw what the Lord of the Dance looked like. "So, he was Fabio?" I asked in confusion. "Yeah, I guess you can say that." Hilda replied before continuing with her story on the dude.

"We were fixtures at the hottest dance spot in Ancient Ireland! The Blarney Stone Card Groove." Hilda said as I saw the events that transpired. The bouncer was letting everyone in, except for the Lord of the Dance and Hilda, who left.

Soon, the Lord of the Dance was dancing in the town's square. "And could he dance? He never stop." Hilda continued as it showed her and the Lord of the Dance were dancing together. However, all the females fell in love with him, causing his ego to inflate.

"But it became obvious that he didn't care about anyone but himself." Hilda said. "Yeah, totally." I agreed as it showed the Lord of the Dance even fell in love with his own reflection, like that one Greece guy.

"So what'd you do?" Sabrina asked as the flash back ended and I was lying down again, this time with a less pain-inducing migraine. "Dumped him. I was the only girl to break up with him. Well, besides the one time he tried to get hooked up with Mary and she threatened to cut off their ears since they were in Agrabah. And I'm proud to say he's never forgiven us." Hilda said.

"You go, girl!" Sabrina praised. "Congrats." I added. "I'm just a little heartbreaker! If I never see pompous blowhard again, it'll be too soon for me." Hilda said. "Hmm, very interesting." Salem said like a vampire with a smirk. "Okay Aaron, I think we should let Jake try his thing." Hilda said. "Yes!" I said before leaving to call my dad.

Soon we were in Sabrina's room. "Bad news, Sabrina. My parents are leaving for their anniversary month today. My dad won't be able to help Harvey out with his problem and by the time they come back, it will be way after the dance." I told her as we sat on her bed. "And you just found out?" She asked me. "Hey, I thought they were leaving the day after the dance, not four days before." I defended.

"Psst. Hello there, contemplative ones. I think I may have just the thing to wipe that scowl off your face." Salem told us with a smirk. "We're not scowling. Just scrunching." Sabrina countered. "We're just thinking." I added.

"Whatever. I heard you two chatting with Hilda. Take a look at this." Salem said as he held up a book. "Gee, a book. Thanks for the reading material, but I don't think that'll help us out with Harvey's problem, will it?" I asked sarcastically. "Look closer. You'll see the answer to your problems." Salem said in a matter-of-factly tone. "Aunt Hilda's little black book." Sabrina said in realization.

"What? You took Hilda's black book, Salem?" I asked the cat warlock in front of me. "Third edition, volume D. Don't tell me you didn't think for a millisecond about asking that Lord of the Dance guy to help you with Harvey." Salem said. "Well." Sabrina said.

"Think no more! Here's his number." Salem pointed out a page after flipping through the book. "All it takes is a little dash of who do, a pinch of mojo, and he'll be a dancing machine." Salem said. "No, I don't want that guy's help." I said. "Well, it's not for us, right? It's to help Harvey with his self-esteem. We'll be selfish not to." Sabrina said.

"Sabrina, why?!" I asked her. "Because it's for Harvey." She replied. "Didn't Hilda's story told you anything?" I asked her. "Yeah, that this guy can help us." Sabrina replied. "That's my girl." Salem said with a wink. "Zip it, whiskers." I muttered angrily while crossing my arms.

"I summon thee from book of black, come to me dance lord, don't look back." Sabrina recited the spell. The room started shaking with Sabrina and Salem panicking. "So, still think this was a good idea?" I asked Sabrina. "Maybe." she said sheepishly.

"I think taking cover might be wise." Salem said as he and Sabrina went under her bed while I summoned a shield and made it huge, covering the bed until the shaking stopped. I dropped the shield while Sabrina and Salem poked their heads out from the bed.

We saw a disco ball appeared out of nowhere followed by Irish music. Sabrina and Salem started trembling in fear while I stood up and even summoned my sword, just in case. Sabrina sighed a breath of relief before seeing what I saw. "Huh?" She asked.

"Somebody dares to disturb the great work of the Lord of the Dance?" The Lord of the Dance asked. "Um, hello your danceness." Sabrina said from under the bed before she and Salem climbed out.

"Wait a minute. I'm on Earth. The Lord of the Dance doesn't consort with mortals. I got..." The Lord of the Dance began. "Gee, what was your first clue that you were on Earth? Also, we're not full mortals. We're halflings." I told him before turning to Sabrina with annoyance on my face.

"Like Zinkies, Sabrina, like, it's Fabio, man! We shall bow down to the amazingness that is the Fabio's hair!" I said, clearly mocking the fact that I was supposed to awestruck in his presence with sarcasm.

At least the good thing is the fact the Lord of the Dance was shocked at first before being pissed off at my words. Eat them, Celtic God of Egotist. Eat my words like they are Irish food that I've never heard and didn't research before! EAT MY WORDS!

"I am not Fabio!" 'Fabio' exclaimed in my face. "Could've fooled me, Lord of the Irish Jig." I said with a sarcastic smirk. "It's the Lord of the Dance, you brat!" The Lord of the Dance spatted in my face. "Yeah yeah. And I'm Zeus, King of the Gods." I said. "Really?" The god asked. "No. It called sarcasm. Learn it. Idiot." I said bluntly.

"Aaron, stop insulting the god we're asking for help." Salem hissed at me. "And if I don't?" I asked Salem. "I'll call Gem on your phone and pretend to be your great-uncle, twice removed and tell her you want to go with her to the dance." Salem said.

"Don't you dare or else!" I said. "Or else what?" Salem asked. "Or else I'll remind you of what my mom said after the event in which you ate Chester!" I whispered in his ears while shaking him while holding out my iPod that acts like a phone.

"My mom may not be here, but I have her on speed-dial if I have problems and if you do that, we will have problems, got it?" I asked Salem. "Crystal." He said dazed. "Good." I said, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

"Now, I believe it's time to tell this bozo to leave. Now." I said as I walked towards the Lord of the Dance while Sabrina was trying to convince him to help her out with Harvey's dancing problem. For some reason, the Lord of the Dance was wearing a leather jacket.

"Guess Hilda was right about him having a ego. Maybe that's why my mom tied to cut off his ears." I said out loud as I got near them. "Hilda? Did you just say Hilda?" The Lord of the Dance asked while getting in my face. "So what if I did?" I retorted.

"Cause we were a couple back then. And you said something about your mother? Who is she, if I may wonder?" He asked, trying to act like a friend, but I know the act, or in this case, the jig. "Mary Dimension. But you may had known her as just Mary the Warlord." I said with a smirk as he was horrified at first, but tried to hide it.

"Yep, he said Hilda. As in my Aunt Hilda. As in my Aunt Hilda who dropped you like a bad habit." Sabrina said. "She didn't dropped me. Nobody drops the Lord of the Dance, especially Mary!" The god exclaimed, dropping his act. "Not what we heard." Sabrina said. "Washed-up has-been." I added insult to injury.

"I don't care what you sa... On second thought, a relative of dear Hilda and Mary is surely a relative of my." The Lord of the Dance said, thinking of payback. I know because I just read his emotions. "You need a dancing confidence boost for your friend, eh?" He asked us, acting nice.

"That'll be great!" Sabrina said. "No it won't." I told her. "Well, your plan just went on a anniversary trip. So unless you have a better idea, this is our best option." Sabrina told me. "Well, I want no part of this." I said as I walked to the door and let them talk amongst themselves.

"Wouldn't it though. All I need is a little signature on this waiver, just a little formality between friends. Even the son of Mary can sign it." The Lord of the Dance said, looking at me. "I rather work for Ares than sign that waiver. I know it only works out between us if I sign it. And I know you can't forge my signature either, 'Brina so don't try." I said, as Ares appeared on my shoulder again while Salem realized that this wasn't the best idea in the first place.

"Really? You want to join me? Because I have some plans about how best to conquered the world, starting with this dump." Ares said. "One, this 'dump' is my hometown. And two, I'm not joining you, so bugger off!" I said as I grabbed Ares and kicked him like a soccer ball. "You'll join me one day! You'll see!" He cried out as he flew through the air.

I turned around to see Sabrina signing the contract, while Salem was stuck in a clown's costume and have no mouth. "*Swore in Saiyan language* Sabrina. Why?" I said under my breath as I undo the spell on Salem. "You know, you should be lucky that my magic can counteract magic from gods." I said.

It was something my father and I found out when I was five. We believe it's because of my genes I got from both him and my mother. Which was why I knew more about the consequences of magic than Sabrina. I was hoping that it would rub off on her by now, but clearly that had failed as you can clearly see.

"Perfect. Let's get rid of this." The Lord of the Dance said, zapping away the contract. "What's wrong? Don't want people to read the fine print?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. "No, of course not. I just want her to try this." He said, conjuring up a pair of red shoes.

"Gee, red shoes. What are you trying to do, rip off The Wizard of Oz?" I asked. "No, he ripped me off." The Lord of the Dance said as Sabrina was awestruck by the shoes. "Have your friend put these on and I promise he'll a dancing pro in no time." The Lord of the Dance assured Sabrina, but not me.

"And what if Harvey wants to take the shoes off?" I asked him. "Oh, trust me. He'll never want to take them off again." The Lord of the Dance said before leaving as he laughed. "Hope you're happy with yourself, 'Brina. Because I'm not helping you if this turns out to be trouble." I told her.

"Come on, Aaron. It's not like he would lie to us." Sabrina said. "Oh, and Hilda was just making it all up when she told us? Sabrina, he didn't denied the fact my own mother tried to cut off his ears!" I exclaimed. "Well, maybe he changed. I mean, he gave me this to give Harvey for free." She tried to counter.

"Sabrina, you know as well as I do. Magic doesn't come free. It always have a price. Even those from gods! And whatever change he has, it won't stick forever! He's a god for Christ sakes! But don't listen to me, listen to 'Fabio' for all I care! Just don't come crying to me when you need help! I'll just tell you that I was right! And you know it! Until then, I'm not talking to you until you see the problem that you caused!" I said as I walked downstairs and out the door, past Hilda and Zelda, who looked shocked to see me pissed off as I left.

I stopped on the porch. "Gem, come out from under there. I'm not going to the dance with you!" I said as I left, while Gem crawled out from under Sabrina's porch, pouting because I foiled her attempt to tackled me and ask me to the dance.

"You keep playing hard to get, but we know you and I will be a item one day! You can't escape destiny forever!" Gem said as she went back to her house. "Keep telling yourself that, Gem Stone. Keep telling yourself that." I muttered under my breath.

On the night of the 80s Retro Dance, I was wearing a pair of jeans, a black shirt, a blue jean jacket, a fingerless glove on my left hand, a headband and a pair of boots. I would've enjoyed the dance if it wasn't for the fact that Sabrina had gave Harvey those shoes, killing off the mood that I would've enjoyed.

I'm not saying Harvey shouldn't be dancing. It just the fact Sabrina really never thinks of the consequences of the actions she chosen. I'm not perfect either, but at least I had an excuse when it came to the whole Salem being turned into a mouse incident.

I was in my five stages of anger at the time, and my mother at least helped me saw the consequences of my actions. Plus, how was I supposed to know that Prof. Houston would send up animals into space and buy 'Chester' AKA Salem from Harvey? I'm not a scientist, so I don't have all the answers!

Anyways, I hope Sabrina enjoyed the trouble she caused because I want no part of it. As I saw Harvey and Sabrina have a good time, I knew what Harvey really needed the whole time. What he needed was someone giving him the confidence he needed, not a pair of magical shoes. Why can't Sabrina see that if she ever wants to date Harvey?

What doesn't help matters was all the females started to feel attracted to Harvey. Well, almost all. "Well, Dimension. I see you all standing alone here. Maybe you want to dance with a Gem?" Gem asked me, trying to make puns. "My answer is still no." I said. As I said that, all the male students were getting jelly(short for jealous) about Harvey. Soon Sabrina went to the refreshment tables.

"Well, I know someone who might. You'll regret not asking me to the dance when we're married, Aaron!" Gem declared as she left to ask Harvey. "Only in your dreams, Gem. Only in your dreams." I muttered under my breath as I walked to the refreshments. Not to talk to Sabrina, but to get something to drink.

"Wow! Harvey, you were wonderful!" Sabrina said in between pants. "I can't believe you talked me into this. It something about these shoes." Harvey said while indicating the shoes. "It's like you couldn't say no." Sabrina said. "Exactly!" Harvey exclaimed, agreeing with her.

"So, I bet you're glad you gotten over your fear, huh?" Sabrina asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am." Harvey said while I snorted in disbelief. This caused the two to finally noticed me. "Oh, hey Aaron." Harvey greeted. "Hey Harv." I said back, flat-out ignoring Sabrina.

"That was really great, Harvey. Imagine what you can do without the deadweight." Gem said, insulting Sabrina. Sabrina gave me a quick glance, asking me for a comeback to help her, but I just gave her the cold shoulders, surprising her. "May I have the next dance?" Gem then asked Harvey.

"Actually, I'm a little tired. I think I need a time-out." Harvey said. The next song played, causing Harvey to dance again. "Whoa! I-I guess my feet wanna dance after all. I'll see you guys on the dance floor!" Harvey exclaimed as he was dragged by the shoes.

"Come on Aaron. You can't be that mad at me, right?" Sabrina asked, while I just glared at her, before handing her a piece of paper. "What's on here? 'I mean it when I said I'm not talking to you. You don't want to listen to your friend, then I guess you want to listen to egotists. Until you realize this is a huge mistake, you can talk to Gem for all I care.' Really Aaron?" Sabrina asked me, to which I shrugged before leaving the dance, not wanting to stay with Sabrina.

With friends like her, who needs enemies, right? And before you call me a terrible friend for ignoring her, I used to allow her to talk me into danger and trouble when we were young. That's the reason why I tried to come up with plans first.

Anyways, the next day was when Sabrina finally realized her mistake. I was training in my backyard, doing the training guidelines my mother posted before she and my dad left on their anniversary trip. As I was training, Sabrina and Harvey came to the gate for the backyard.

"Aaron, I need your help!" Sabrina begged. I just gave her a note. "'I told you before. I'm not helping you if you get into trouble. Also, I told you so.' Argghhh. Aaron, this is not the time right now!" Sabrina shouted as she threw the paper behind her.

"Sabrina, is there anything you haven't told me? About you and Aaron fighting?" Harvey asked. "No, why you ask?" Sabrina asked, trying to look innocent. "Because Aaron would've helped us even if upset, and yet he doesn't want to. So did you do something to get him mad?" Harvey asked in a serious tone.

"Okay, so maybe when I picked out those shoes, Aaron thought there was something wrong with them and the guy who sold them. But I may have not listen to him." Sabrina said, coming up with a fake story about how she got the shoes.

"Sabrina, you rather trust a stranger than your own friends? Go over there and apologized to Aaron so he can help us!" Harvey scolded her. "Ok." Sabrina said before opening the gate and coming into the backyard. She walked towards me.

"You know, that is considered trespassing." I told her. "I know. And I know what you're going to..." She began before I interrupted. "Why are you here? So I can fix your mistakes? So I can fix your messes and you learn nothing from them as always? Or even better, have Zelda or Hilda or Quigley or even my own parents fix your problems? No way, not this time. Whenever you get mix up in magic, I have to fix your problems and get in trouble too. So you're on your own for this one!" I said before continuing with my training.

"If you won't do it for me, then do it for Harvey." Sabrina said, causing me to stop. "Alright. I'll do it. But for Harvey. After this, you're fixing your problems, yourself." I told her as I walked past her. "Ok. I guess so." Sabrina replied. "No. It's not a 'I guess so'." I said over my shoulder as I jumped over the fence.

Soon we were at Harvey's place with Sabrina trying a crowbar. "It's like that Hans Christian Andersen fairy-tale. The shoes are cursed!" Harvey said just as the crowbar broke. "Jeez, what did Fabio do with these shoes?" I muttered in disgust.

"Wow. Good workmanship though." Harvey said. "Okay, this is serious." Sabrina said. "Gee, when wasn't it?" I asked with sarcasm. "Aaron, this isn't the time for sarcasm." Sabrina said. "Then maybe you should had listen to me and Hilda in the first stinking place, but oh no, you always have to be right!" I exclaimed in her face.

"Aaron and I got to go to my house and check the, uh, warranty on the shoes. Wait here and whatever you do, stay away from music." Sabrina warned Harvey. "Go inside if you have to." I said before being dragged by Sabrina.

In Sabrina's house, we were still arguing about the reason why I was mad at Sabrina. "For the last time, you summoned him, and you signed that waiver! You gave Harvey the shoes instead of giving him moral support! So you fix this yourself!" I told her.

"Yeah, but you didn't stop me." She countered. "Didn't stop you? Of course I tried to stop you! You never listen to what I have to say at all!" I exclaimed as we walked to the living room. Luckily for me, Hilda, Zelda and Quigley was in the room. Maybe they can help me prove Sabrina wrong.

"Okay, remember how much you all love me?" Sabrina asked everyone in the room. "Excluding me at the moment." I said as I crossed my arms. "Oh no." Hilda said. "What?" Quigley asked. "Last time we remembered we loved her, she conjured up a beef gravy rainstorm that showered a Scout Troop in the middle of a hungry wolf pack." Zelda explained.

"Hey! They didn't get eaten. Just nibbled a little." Sabrina defended. "Sabrina!" Hilda said shocked about her niece's attitude. "It counts." I shot back at Sabrina, while Sabrina sticked her tongue out at me. "Okay, now this confirms it. What happened between you two? It's like you two can't stand each other." Zelda said. "Ask Sabreeny. She knows everything apparently." I said.

"Okay, okay. I solve that little Harvey can't dance problem." Sabrina said. "Uh huh." The adults said. "And does this have anything to do with your and Aaron's fight?" Zelda asked. "Yeah it does." I answered. "By stealing Hilda's little black book, dialing up the Lord of the Dance who gave me a pair of magic shoes. See ya." Sabrina said only to stop in her tracks because of magic from either Hilda or Zelda.

"You what?" Quigley asked. "Let me guess. Now he can't stop dancing? Oldest scam in the witch book." Zelda said. "So you know how to fix it?" Sabrina asked. "Sure. Right. A witch can't undo the magic of a god." Hilda said. "But Aaron did." Sabrina explained. "I'm not fixing your mistakes, so kiss it!" I told her as I turned away.

"I'll just jump in here before it's get too ugly and let you know that you're officially grounded." Quigley told Sabrina. "Please just tell me you didn't sign anything." Hilda said. "Oh, she did. And he didn't let her see the fine print." I told Hilda. "Aaron!" Sabrina said, betrayed. "No, she needs to know the truth of what you done." I told Sabrina.

"So why are you mad at Sabrina?" Zelda asked me. "Because of this. All of this! She didn't listen to Hilda's story! She was thinking of asking the Lord of the Dance for help! She even signed that stupid waiver and only now realized how serious this is and how the gods can lie to even witches and warlocks!

"And what hurts the most is that she doesn't trust me, her best friend! She would rather listen to a god of ego than listen to her friend who never got her in trouble except for one time and that was because she choose to use the spell instead of walking away! It's like she doesn't care at all about what I think or try helping out, she's always right!

"Maybe I should go, after all, Sabrina doesn't want to listen to me, so this would be perfect for her!" I said with hot tears in my eyes as I ran out of the house and to somewhere. As I left, I saw a huge purple flash from Sabrina's place, but didn't went back to the house at all.

I realized where I was soon. The place where my parents said Uncle Emerald like to be at: the river separating Greendale from Riverdale, a town that is a couple of miles from us, give or take. I sat down near the bank of the river just to think.

"You know, Uncle Emerald. I wish you were here. At least you would help me figure out why Sabrina doesn't trust my options." I said with my face in my arms. I soon noticed a green circle appear in front of my chest before a piece of paper came out with writing on it, like a fortune cookie. I read it.

'Sometimes friends butt heads over different views. However, it takes a true friend to admit when they're wrong. It all starts with a simple apology. And I believe your friend is also sorry. P.S. You know how to beat the Lord of the Dance.' The note said.

"You're right. Thanks magic paper that came from nowhere." I said before running to the school, as I somehow knew that where Sabrina and Harvey went to. And I was right as I saw the two and Salem about to walk into the school. "Wait!" I shouted to the three as I caught up to them, panting as they stopped.

"Sabrina, you might be a pain in my rear end. But I should have convinced you harder too. So I want to say I'm sorry." I told her. "Actually, Zelda told me that you were right. I do think that your ways wouldn't work and I do get us into trouble most of the times. Heck, you have that one fear because of what happened on that ski trip, so I want to say I'm sorry." Sabrina said.

"Friends?" I asked. "Friends." She said, accepting it. "Also, I know the deal, and here's how we can also beat him." I told Sabrina before whispering to her about the Lord of the Dance's flaw, besides his ego. After that, we walked in. "So, what's the plan you and Sabrina hatched up, lover boy?" Salem asked slyly. "Can't spoil the surprise." I replied with a shrug.

"Evil shoe salesman?" Salem then turned and asked Sabrina. "Cut me some slack. I was under pressure." Sabrina said. "I can come up with better than that." I told her. "Really?" She asked in a teasing manner. "Yeah." I replied and proceed to come up with a list of better lies. "Okay, I get it. Man, it feels good to not be fighting." Sabrina said.

Harvey opened the door. "Welcome, welcome. So be this the dancer that's going to dethrone the Lord of the Dan..." The god began. "Harv, don't pay attention to Fabio. He has a huge ego." I whispered the last part from behind my hand, like gossip. "That's Fabio?" Harvey asked. "Yep, in a nutshell." I responded.

"It's the Lord of the Dance. you ungrateful piece of flaming turd!" The Lord of the Dance spatted out. "Well, that's a compliment given the type of week I had. I'm still recovering from Gem's game of Cat and Mouse. Don't you have a book cover to be on, with no shirt?" I asked sarcastically.

"Guess he sold a lot of shoes and books, huh? Level with me Sabrina and Aaron, what's going on?" Harvey asked us. "You don't wanna know. Just win the contest." Sabrina said. "Just kick his butt, Harv!" I said with a smile.

"No use wasting time. Let's me introduce you to the all-star judges panel. Terpsichore, the Greek Muse of Dance. Solano, temptress and collector of heads, who dance the fabled dance of the Seven Veils. And Mike, the guy who invented the Hokey Pokey. Now, since you threw down the challenge lad, of course you'll allow me to dance first. Give me some rhythm." The Lord of the Dance said before getting a beat.

The Lord of the Dance soon started dancing to the music, trying to outdo himself and please the judges. His dance routine ended with fireworks. Fireworks I say! FIREWORKS LIKE IT WAS THE FOURTH OF FRICKING JULY! The judges were clapping at this. "Now's that hoofing." Mike said. Shut up, Mike.

"This is it, Harvey." Sabrina said. "With these shoes, nothing can go wrong." Harvey said. "Oh yes, the shoes. What's say we lose them? I think we all want to see the true Harvey Kinkle's kind of dance." The Lord of the Dance said as he zapped the shoes off, like a idiot.

"Whoo hoo! Free at last!" Harvey cheered. "Man, Fabio. I knew you were a idiot, but I never knew you take it this far." I said while laughing. "Huh? Why are you laughing? Answer me you ignorant brat!" The Lord of the Dance exclaimed on my face.

"The whole reason for this wager was to have you take the shoes off Harvey if you lost, but you already went and did it yourself, as if admitting your defeat. We don't even need to continue this dance contest, since that was the reason why. But if you want to be defeated, go right ahead." I said while laughing still, as Sabrina caught on to what I said.

And I said that because I knew that Sabrina might unintentionally hurt Harvey's feelings if she claims he can't dance without the shoes. That, and it was true, and I enjoyed seeing the color drained from the Lord of the Dance's face as he just realized what he had done.

"Go on, Harv. You can do this. I know you're a good dancer, even if you don't believe that. You don't need special shoes to see that." I told Harvey. "Thanks Aaron. Let's get this over with." Harvey said as he walked to the spotlight. "Hit it!" Harvey said as the music began.

As Harvey danced, I smirked. Harvey's moves were cool. "See Harv, all you need this whole time were friends to stand by you at this moment." I whispered. "I got the wedding bell blues." Hilda said sadly as the Lord of the Dance was having her in a wedding dress.

"Man, his ego is off the charts." I told Sabrina. "What does your iPod said about his ego levels?" She asked me. "It's over 9,000!" I said, doing that dead meme from Dragon Ball Z. "What? Over 9,000?! That's impossible!" Sabrina cried out as the Lord of the Dance choose a ring for Hilda.

However, Harvey got his pants stuck under his foot and started stumbling to the judges panel. "Look out!" I cried out as I jumped in between them and summoned a shield to protect them. However, that didn't work as Harvey hit the table, causing the judges to be upside down in their seats while I hit the wall. "Ow." I groaned in pain.

"Uh, Harvey. That was uh, uh..." Sabrina began, stammering a bit. "Brilliant!" Mike finished in true excitement. "What?!" The Lord of the Dance asked in shock and anger. "I agree." Solano added. "I'll third that." Terpsichord said.

"Were you all asleep during my performance? I got the moves of every master of dance throughout the ages. Gene Kelly, Isadora Duncan, Paula Abdul." The Lord of the Dance counted off his fingers.

"But no moves of your own. All you do is reproduce the talents of others. Harvey's moves were pure Harvey." Mike explained. "They were the most honest example of self expression I seen in centuries." Solana added while tears formed in the Lord of the Dance's eyes. "We declared the winner of this dance competition Harvey Kinkle." Terpsichord announced.

Sabrina, Salem and I cheered for Harvey, who was scratching his head in confusion. "NOOOO!" The Lord of the Dance cried out as he left in a vortex. "Harvey, you rock!" Sabrina said. "Nice moves, Harv." I praised Harvey. "Yeah, yeah I guess I do. But these theater crowd you hang out with, pretty bizarre." Harvey said. "I know, Harv. That's how theater crowds are." I said as we left.

Of course, Sabrina was grounded for three weeks. Again. And I managed to help Sabrina solved this without getting my parents involved. I knew the Lord of the Dance don't have his own moves, so that's how it was easy to beat him at his own game.

Him taking the shoes off Harvey before losing was a bonus. Sabrina and I learned that despite our different options and views, we should always trust each other at least. And we never saw the Lord of the Dance ever again. Oh, and I managed to get away from Gem, so yay to me!

And a side note, you know when the Lord of the Dance called me a brat or a piece of turd? Yeah, he actually swore, I just edit those words so that I wouldn't get complaints up my butt. Since you know, this is suppose to be a family book, with kid-friendly language.

(Madi reminded me that my last book had swear words in them too. I told her that I only swore twice, she swore many times. Plus, I was and still am thirteen when that happened, so it's basically a teen book. She laughed about the Lord of the Dance though. I think she might had something to do with his disappearance.)