Pietro and Lance help a Whitelighter and are give spells as a reward. What trouble will they cause with these spells?
Pietro walked into the house and saw a twenty-four year old man with blond hair and blue eyes place his hands, which were glowing a bright gold color, over Lance's bloody body.
"What happened!" shouted Pietro worried.
Lance gasped once he was fully healed.
"You were lucky I came in time," said the man.
"Who are you?" asked Lance.
"And why are you here?" added Pietro.
"My name is Lawrence and I am a Whitelighter."
"Whitelighter? You mean those angels from the show Charmed that protect good witches?"
"Yes, only we're real and we watch over more than just good witches."
"Wow," breathed Lance. "Angels and witches are real."
"I'm here because a Darklighter is after me," said Lawrence. "I've been orbing all over the place trying to lose him. When I orbed at your school, he attack and Lance got hit."
"How do we stop this Darklighter?" asked Pietro. "And how do we find him?"
Suddenly, a twenty-four year old man with brown hair and brown eyes came out of no where.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Arnold and I'm a Darklighter."
"It's him!" shouted Lawrence.
"You're gonna pay for what you did to my friend!" growled Pietro.
"I'd like to see that," smirked Arnold.
Pietro rush behind him, took one of the arrows he had, and stabbed him in the back.
The Darklighter screamed in pain as he blew up.
"You did that in less than two seconds," said Lance. "Very nice."
"Thank you," said Lawrence. "How can I ever repay you?"
"You said you know witches," said Lance. "Think you can get us a spell book or something?"
"Lance, what are you up to?" asked Pietro.
"He owes us. Well, you, but I did get hurt because of this, so he owes me too."
"I'll see what I can do," said Lawrence.
The Whitelighter gave the boy ten magic fortune cookies each. All they had to do was crush one in their hand and whatever it was they wanted, they got.
"So, these cookies are spells and they can give us whatever we want?" asked Lance.
"That's what Lawrence said," said Pietro.
"Okay then. Later."
"Where you going?"
"To ask Holly Hills out."
"Holly Hills? The most popular girl at school?"
"Yep."
"Did she tell you to never talk to you?"
"I'll make her say yes." Lance grinned and shook a cookie.
"What did you do?" Pietro asked Lance.
They were both on the roof of the school. Hundreds of girls were screaming for Lance.
"I used a spell to make Holly like me, and then I thought it would be cool to have every firl like me, and then THIS hapened!"
"I LOVE YOU, LANCE!" onc girl screamed.
"MARRIED ME, LANCE!" screamed another.
"Pietro," said Lance.
"I'm trying to come up with a new word for bad to really capture this moment. Terribaful."
"Good one."
"Can't you use a spell to make it stop?"
"Uh, they're in my locker and I can't get to them."
"Greeeeeat. Good thing I have one with me."
Pietro crushed the cookie in his hand and blew the dust on the girls. They calmed down and left.
"Now what?" asked Lance.
"We put the cookies away and don't use them unless it's an emergency."
"Got it."
A month later
"TURNING SCOTT INTO A BULL BECAUSE HE WAS BEING A JERK ISN'T AN EMERGENCY!" roared Pietro.
"Sorry!" exclaimed Lance.
"Why a bull?"
"I wanted I bullfrong, but I didn't get a chance to finish saying bullfrog."
"HELP!" screamed Todd.
He was being held up from his pants from the angry bull Scott.
"I'm trying to come up with a new word for bad to really capture this moment," said Pietro. "Terribaful."
"You can say that again," said Lance.
Lawrence, Arnold, and Holly are OCs I made up for this shot.
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