Angel
A young Piper finds solace in watching a certain stranger. A bit of a ramble and one part, probably.
It had been a long day. Piper was walking along the edge of her high school campus, to the parking lot where Prue would be waiting to take her home, probably leaning on her car, looking perfect, chatting with her friends or making out with her boyfriend, Andy.
Piper felt so lonely sometimes. It seemed like both her sisters had friends and boyfriends, people outside of the family to lean on when it got hard, or at least to have fun with. Who did she have? She'd never had a boyfriend, and although she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she wanted one. Not just for the sake of having a boyfriend, but to have a real relationship with someone and be able to tell them anything and have them actually listen – and, yes, somebody to kiss would be nice.
As she thought to herself, she looked across the street at nowhere in particular, just happy to be able to see the world outside of this high school. Something caught her eye, and she came to a halt. On a second look, it wasn't something but someone.
He was older than her, she couldn't tell by how much. All she could tell, because of the distance, was that he was tall, had sandy blond hair and light eyes. Something about him radiated. For a few moments she almost thought he was glowing, but of course that wasn't real, right?
She had seen him before. Many times before, after school, he would be walking along this same street, and she had noticed. She figured he got off of work at this time. She couldn't be sure but she had thought more than once that he had looked over at her, straight at her, not just at the school.
Time would slow when he was there, and a feeling of peace seemed to sweep over her every time. All her worries – her lack of a lunch table with friends, her sisters' constant fighting, and that nagging feeling she had that she just wasn't good enough – all seemed to be forgotten.
It was comforting to have him there. He was something she could count on to be in her life, without judging or harming her. He was just there, safe and good to look at. Good god, was he good to look at. She didn't want to think too hard about it, because he was older than her and she was thinking about someone she didn't even know. As always, it seemed, she was living in her mind instead of real life.
But at the same time, it was nice. She liked to look at him. It all seemed slow motion: As if he knew all that she was thinking, he looked over at her, right into her eyes. He smiled, and she felt as though she would fall because of unstable foundation. She lowered her eyes and turned away, embarrassed to have been caught. But right before she walked away, she looked back one more time. He was still smiled at her, but thank god, she thought, not in a way that would draw attention from everyone around. She gave him a small smile because she couldn't resist, and then walked away, with that smile still on her face.
And that was her angel, always there to make her smile.
She walked a little quicker, realizing she was late to make her sister, and hoping to see him tomorrow.
