Disclaimer, I don't own charmed or Prue or Andy or anyone you already know. But, the story line is mine. In fact, it is really mine.

HOUSE OF LORDS

Author's note; Hi! I know I have left my other two stories kind of hanging, I promise I'll continue soon. As soon as I am done with this damn quarter…I can't believe how busy I am. However, I have decided to write a different story. Something I have never written before, therefore, I have no clue of how this is gonna turn out, or if I'll even be a good story. I know it doesn't look like one but is a romance…in a way. Anyway, I promise you, that if you read it—either if you love it or you hate it—you will never forget this story.

Chapter 1

Hocus pocus, try to focus

"Holden, pass me the goddamn cigarette will ya?" I asked while I threw my backpack to him. I didn't hit him though, the backpack crashed against the stone wall and sounded just like if I had just broken something. "Oh crap"

"Here you go Halliwell" He passed me a cigarette that he had had just lighted and smiled.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"You are weird" He simply said and lighted another cigarette for himself. Stop the world, Mr. Weird says I am weird. Well, it is true anyway. I am Prue Halliwell and I am freaking weird. I swear I am. No kidding. Do you know what's funny? No one realizes it. No one but Holden. He is not exactly my friend, he is more like a smoking buddy. I know I shouldn't be smoking but I am already eighteen and if I decide to screw my life up it is okay because I am the one responsible. People say tobacco kills slowly, but I don't really care, I am not in a hurry. As I said, I am eighteen; I can do whatever the hell I want. Holden is not eighteen yet, but he does what he wants anyway. He is a junior, I am a senior. Well, actually, he should be a sophomore because in the three years that he has been in high school he has gotten eight credits. He is pretty dumb. He has only passed English—every year—art, P.E, and creative writing. He has flunked everything else, in fact, he would probably fail lunch is it was possible. I swear he is dumb. He is a good smoking buddy though, he never charges me. Besides, we are pretty alike.

"Why aren't you at the game?" He asked me while he stared at me with his funny brown eyes. I say they are funny because one of them looks kinda green instead of brown. His skin is very light and he always wears this green skater hat that he hasn't washed in years. He is pretty cute though, he has blond hair and a well toned body. He is an athlete, but no one knows it but me. He has gotten an Olympic record too; he can smoke more than four packets of cigarettes a day. No kidding. I remember this one day that he wanted to get out of P.E, he smoked five packets and he was all coughing and all and he got send to the nursery. He got in suspension for a week afterwards but he got what he wanted. He didn't have to run. I bet his father made him run at home. His father is this big actor that always talks about how important is to be healthy and how good vegetables are and all, and his son is a compulsive smoker. It is kind of funny, in a way. "You are a girl. You should go see Lord Trudeau's game." He said that last thing with a funny accent, the lord thing I mean.

He hates Andy, and honestly, I do too. I used to like him a lot when I was a freshman. It was my first year here and I had no friends. He was the very first guy I met and we connected. We really did. He even asked me to homecoming—and that turned out to be one horrible night. I don't want to talk about that, but I have hated him since that day.

"Why do you ask that? Why the hell do you ask that? You know I hate'im and the only thing I actually like about football is when people get hurt. Then is hilarious, I'll admit it."

He started laughing and said, "You are a hypocrite"

"Wow, I didn't know you knew such a big word"

"English is my strong point"

"If you can call a D a strong point" I snapped.

"Have another cigarette" Holden passed me another cigarette that I lighted too. I lay on the ground and enjoyed it. I don't know why but my mind flew away to the West coast were Phoebe was. Where grams was. Grams is nice and all but she is not like my mother. She is pretty close though. Anyway, she put me in this boarding prep school at the beginning of my freshman year because she said that she couldn't handle me for any longer. I don't blame her, no one can handle me. I am a difficult child. I guess she wanted to change me and make me end up in some Ivy-League university like Princeton or Yale. I'll tell you something, it is hard to live up to someone else's expectations. You never know whether you are doing what you want to do or what they want you to do. Besides, what I really want to be is a photographer, but when I told her about it she said that that wasn't me. It doesn't matter how hard I try to please someone because in the end, that won't be me anyway, so I have decided to be like Holden and do whatever the hell I want to do. "What are you thinking?" he asked me.

"I dunno" I said. "I like it here. Just you and me, in our spot"

"Yeah, me too" he said. "Hey Prue," he sat up really excited. "Do you want to hear something amazing?"

"What? You passed math?" I laughed at him.

"I said amazing not impossible." He smiled. Deep down he has a good sense of humor. Anyway, I stared at him waiting for an answer. "I have Trudeau's room key"

"Oh my God. Holden, I love you" I said jumping on him. "Where is it?"

"Right here" He said taking the key out of his back pocket, "I got it from his roommate. That Scott guy. He is retarded. He left it at the breakfast table and I took it. Wuttduya want to do with it?"

"Something bitchy," Prue said laughing hysterically. "We should hire someone to put a rat in his room or something. I'd laugh so hard" Holden stared at me with a weird look as if he had a better idea. He looked at me and I swear I could hear his thoughts saying, 'what a loser'.

"Or we could do something really big. The school would talk about it for years"

"Like what?"

"I don't know…" he said but he was lying. Holden always had a plan. "Maybe we should ask your friends don't you think so? I mean, Rene is freaking crazy."

"Hey, am I not crazy enough?"

"Not really. You are way too good"

"Shut the crap. You know better"

"You are good." I am good, he is right. But there is something else, you can't ignore it. You just can't. It is there and you can't ignore. I can't ignore it. I don't know what it is though but I swear I can't ignore it. I wish I was some more like Holden and less like me so I wouldn't have to be worrying about the stupid stuff. "You worry way too much. One day, that concern for other people is gonna kill ya"

"I don't care about anyone but me"

"No, that is me"

"Will ya shut up?"

"C'mon Prudence, you can't ignore it"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Never mind"

Sometimes I'd kill him. "Hey, listen. I gotta go anyway. See ya later"

"Hey Prue" He called me right when I got up. His eyes were shining in a very strange way but that was what I liked about Holden, he was mysterious. He would always surprise me and some times, I'd even think he was reading my mind. As I told you, we are alike. "Are you going to homecoming?"

"You know I don't like school dances"

"Neither do I. Do you want to come to my room instead?" he asked me. That was weird, he had never asked me to go to his room before but I nodded anyway. It always pissed me off that Holden didn't let me in his life. He was a huge mystery to me. "See ya"

I walked all the way to my room alone. When I was a freshman it used to scare me because this school, Lexington prep, is one of those old schools that scare the hell out of you. Anyway, it was really cold I was wearing the school uniform that was a skirt—shorter than what it should be—and a white polo shirt. I have to admit that I looked good in it. Better than most of people anyway. I always turn heads when I walk down the hallway but I don't care. I don't want to be popular. I am just me. Most popular people end up losing themselves, and myself is the only thing I have left. Well, myself and Phoebe. I don't want to talk about Phoebe either.

The school was empty because everybody was at the stadium watching the game. Even the old principal was watching it. It was one of those important games that you were supposed to kill yourself if we lost or something. Boy, I could even hear the people yelling and singing the school hymn and all. It was depressing. I could imagine Andy playing and showing himself off. I hate that. I really do. I'll admit something, even though I hate Andy I spend most of the time thinking about him, I just don't know why. I am attracted to him somehow. Just like I am attracted to anything that has to do with magic, but I don't know why either. Some people like baseball and I like magic. I don't think it is that weird. I know it is gonna sound crazy but when I was a kid I believed that I had been able to do magic once and that one day, the magic just went away. I know magic is not real but if it was, I wouldn't be surprised at all if it had gone away because in my life, everything and everyone go away. It is kind of unfair, in a way. I guess I deserve it.

I walked in my room, still thinking about Andy and opened my journal. It wasn't a diary or anything it was just a notebook in which I used to write poems and short stories…I like writing a lot because it sets my mind free. I sat on my bed and look out of the window. I could see the stadium, the lake and everything…the whole school. It was a huge school. Every class had their own building with their dorms. Actually, we had two buildings per class, one for guys and one for girls but they counted as one because they were almost united by a little waiting room. I shared room with Rene. One of my friends. We were pretty much alike too. She hated Andy more than I did. In fact, she was related to him. They were cousins or something, but they never liked each other. They were from San Francisco and I was from New York. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we hadn't moved away after…the accident. Maybe I'd have met Andy and Rene before. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten so rundown.

I stared at the world for a second or two. Hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see. I couldn't focus in anything but Andy. It always happened when a school dance was coming up. I'd always think about Andy, like he was going to show up in my room and ask me to dance or anything. Those kinds of things didn't happen in real life. Not in mine at least.

I remembered my freshman year. It had been great, just because of Andy. We went out for like three months. Three great months, but things weren't as good as I thought and our past would always interfere. Andy, he was a great guy but if you tell anyone that I said that, I'll shoot you. I swear I will.

When I went out with Andy, he was an ass. He was funny though, but an ass in every way. He understood me, but he blew everything off. It was his fault, all his fault. I loved him and now, he is the reason why I don't love anything else. He made hamburgers with my heart, literally, and now I am whatever is left of me.

So what do you think? I know this chapter is kinda boring. I just wanted to introduce Prue and Andy, and their relationships and all. Did you like it? Reviews please!