Saturday (Peterick)

15

"Hey, Wentz wassup?" Brendon answered the phone.

"Bren, I need you to reverse a spell." I said vaguely.

"What kind of spell?" He asked.

"The kind where what happens to one person happens to the other." I tried to explain.

"Um, that's tricky. I'll be over in a bit, but you will need to get supplies. I need a drop one of the person's blood and that person to be present. And candles. I need candles." He said before hanging up.

"Patrick do you have any candles?" I asked him and he nodded and rushed down stairs and came back a few minutes later with a couple scented candles and a box of birthday candles.

"Will these work?" He asked.

"Yeah, those will be fine." I said. "And, Patrick? We need to teach you how to run. You run like a human." I said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He said sarcastically. "Care to teach me o'mighty one?"

"Don't ever call me o'mighty one again." I said laughing. "And Brendon said we'd need one other thing for the spell."

"What?"

"Well, they need a sample of your blood." I said.

"I didn't sign up for this voodoo shit."

"C'mon, if it makes you feel any better, Thomas's arm will spontaneously bleed." I told him. He put his finger to his chin.

"Tempting." He said before looking blankly at his arm. He used his teeth to puncture holes in his arm and let the blood drip into the glass set aside for it. "I hope this stains his shirt." I laughed.

"Wentz!! I'm here! I'm coming up stairs!" Brendon yelled from downstairs. He peeked his head around the doorframe. "Pete? What is Thomas doing here?" He asked.

"That's not Thomas. That's Patrick." I said quickly pulling Patrick into my arms.

"Okay, well let's get started." Brendon said eyeing Patrick skeptically.

I just realized I have school tomorrow. Ugh.