A young girl picked up the brass lamp and thought about the story of Aladdin.
“I wish I was a princess!” she said rubbing the lamp.
Nothing happened so she tossed the lamp in the bag. She thought her self-silly, Aladdin was a middle eastern story after all, and this was a trash cave in the southwest US. She would bring this to her aunt to see if she could sell it as she went from flea market to flea market.
*
Velma picked up the lamp and looked at it. It was a plain brass oil lamp. Clearly modern made but in the style of an antique middle eastern lamp.
“Like it? Five bucks,” the lady at the flea market stand said.
“Yeah sure,” Velma said, “At the very least I could use it as a pencil holder.”
Velma paid for the item and started out. Just then her phone rang. It was Daphne’s number.
“Yes Daph?” Velma asked.
“Velma!” Fred’s voice called, “Is Shaggy with you?”
“No, he would be off with Scooby eating himself,” Velma said, “What’s up?”
“Got a word that there is a haunted island up the coast,” Fred said, “Daphne is getting the keys to the boat from her parents.”
“Fine,” Velma said, “It’s not like I have anything else planed for the weekend.”
Velma waited for Fred to say something else but instead he hung up. It made sense, Fred hanging out with Daphne the pretty girl, Scooby and Shaggy out grabbing something to eat and then there was Velma, left alone until they needed her. Velma thought about what it would be like if she was as hot as Daphne and had everyone chasing her.
“I can’t even get the gay guy to hang out with me,” Velma sighed aloud, “Sometimes I wish Daphne was my lesbian lover sometimes.”
Velma didn’t see it, but the lamp glowed faintly for a brief moment and then stopped.
Velma was unaware of what had happened, instead she went home and started packing a bag for the weekend.
“Velma, honey,” her father called, “I want to talk to you.”
“What dad?” Velma asked, “I was going to go up the coast with my friends for the weekend.”
“That’s why I want to talk to you,” her father said, “Look I know they are your friends and all, but… Don’t you think it is unfair for you and your girlfriend to string those two boys along? I know you and Daphne have been going out, but to drag the Jones and Rogers boys along too?”
Velma blanched. Why did her father think she was in a lesbian relationship with Daphne?
“Dad, it’s not like that!” Velma started.
“Oh dear,” her mother poked her head in, “Look Velma, we are your parents. We love you no mater what. We all know that you are smarter than the both of us put together, but we still want you to do not only well in life but good in life too.”
“Do you remember what happened when you told us you wanted to be a rocket scientist?” Her father asked.
“You looked up the requirements to be a rocket scientist?” Velma shot back.
“Yes,” Her father admitted, “And after that?”
“You started getting me signed up for the advanced placement courses in school?” Velma said.
“Right,” her mother said, “We want the best for you. If you can find someone to share your heart with, we are glad, regardless of who that person is.”
“I’m not dating Daphne!” Velma said.
“All those late night calls?” Her father said, “Swinging by her place when her parents aren’t home? Her swinging by our place when you and your friends aren’t out for the weekend?”
“Like we said,” Her mother repeated, “We don’t mind at all… but don’t you think it is unfair to the boys to string them along?”
“You are eighteen Velma,” her father said, “You can make your own decisions, just be good to the ones around you.”
Velma was shocked, both her parents left. The honking outside brought her back to reality. Looking outside she saw the her friends with the trade mark van and a boat on a trailer. She rushed to finish packing her bag. Velma went down to the waiting Mystery Machine and was about to tell Daphne about the weird conversation with her parents when Daphne cut her off.
“Hay girlfriend,” She said before kissing Velma.
Velma wanted to freakout, but for some reason her body reacted like this was perfectly natural and she started kissing Daphne back.
“Roo Reat!” Scooby barked.
“Yeah, like come on love birds,” Shaggy said grabbing Velma’s bags, “You can do that while we drive.”
Daphne put her arm around Velma and walked her to the van. Velma’s brain sputtered. Part of her was trying to understand what was happening and how, but another part of her was reacting to being close to her sexy lover and that part was trying to shut down the rest of her brain.
“Wait a second!” Velma said stopping on the side walk.
She reached into her purse and pulled out the lamp. It couldn’t be, could it? She had said that she wished Daphne was her lesbian lover and now…”
“Like whats up?” Shaggy said as he turned to take Velma’s purse.
“I… Well… Is this a magic lamp?” Velma asked.
Shaggy grabbed the lamp and rubbed it.
“I wish I had an extra-large pizza,” he said aloud, “Guess it’s just an ordinary lamp Velma.”
He chuckled before getting in the van.
“Sometimes I wish I was a dominatrix so I could beat him,” Daphne whispered in Velma’s ear.
“Me too,” Velma said.