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"How many special people change?

How many lives are living strange?

…Cause people believe that they're

Gonna get away for the summer."

—Oasis, "Champagne Supernova"

"Would you rather," Phoebe said, "eat a pound of raw bacon, or chug three raw eggs?"

"Gross, Pheebes." Sixteen-year-old Piper admonished as she stumbled in the room, a large bowl of popcorn in her hands. "Eggs."

"What kind of bacon?" Twelve-year-old Paige asked from Phoebe's vanity. "Like, turkey bacon, or regular bacon?"

"Does it matter?" Fourteen-year-old Phoebe asked, snatching the bowl from Piper's hands.

"Don't tell me you're playing Would You Rather again." Eighteen-year-old Prue begged, traipsing into the room with pillows and blankets.

"Shut up." Phoebe countered. "Now, eggs or bacon?"

"Eggs." Piper answered instantly. "Body builders do it." She crossed to the pink painted wall and opened the window there, letting the lacy curtains flutter in the breeze. "Besides, I'm sure that that much bacon could seriously mess up your system."

Paige smiled at her reflection. One of her eyes was covered in blue eyeshadow, while the other eye gleamed gold.

Prue pursed her lips together. "All I'm saying is, that these situations would never happen. And in the case that they did, more often than not, you could get out of them without resorting to either gross alternative. Statistics show—"

"Shut up!" Her younger sisters said in unison.

It was the beginning of summer. It was the last summer that all the sisters would live together like this. Prue was leaving for college—UCLA—in the fall. Piper was picking out her colleges. Phoebe was just trying to get through high school. Paige was still trying to get to high school. The Halliwell sisters were thisclose. They did everything together. Now, they'd be forced to do it apart.

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Later when the lights were out and Prue and Piper were sprawled on the floor in Phoebe's bedroom and Paige was in Phoebe's beanbag chair in the corner and Phoebe was hanging with her head of her bed, the sisters whispered to each other. The sleepovers were a regular occurrence, especially in the summer. This was how they told all their secrets. When the night was quiet and they could whisper and not sound silly. This was how they found out Prue had already lost her virginity. That Piper had never been kissed. That Phoebe had a reputation for doing a little more than kissing. And all Paige wanted was a boy to notice her.

"Prue?" Paige asked into the darkness.

"Humm?" Prue answered.

"Are you scared of college?"

Prue laughed. "Scared? Not really. Well, a little."

"Seriously?" Piper asked. "Prue is scared of something?"

"Shut up." Prue said. "Anyway, I'm excited, I think. I mean, I'll get to live on campus, and I think that'll be cool. And there'll be a lot more boys at UCLA than there are at Bay." She meant their high school, Bay High. "And it'll be really different, and I'll have a lot more independence."

"But aren't you scared?" Phoebe asked, fluffing her short brown bob.

"Yes. And no." Prue replied, mindlessly making patterns with her fingers. "Anyway, let's not think about that. This is our last summer together, guys! Let's just promise to make it the best one of our lives." She reached her hand out above her head, toward Phoebe and Piper, who was cattycorner to her. "Agreed?"

Wordlessly, Piper stretched out her arm and covered Prue's hand with hers. "Agreed."

Phoebe stretched hers out. "I'm in."

Paige scrambled over and joined them. "Me too!"

Prue smiled, her eyes closed, as though she were about to go to sleep. "To the best summer of our lives."

"The best summer of our lives." And as the moon shone outside, the temperature rose and their cry echoed in the night, silently, all four sisters, felt a chill shoot up their spines.

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To: MissPiperLovesLove

From:YourAgent .com

Dear Piper,

This is regarding an audition for women ages approximately 16 (sixteen)-20 (twenty), in the San Francisco area. The part is a hospital volunteer in a small made-for-TV movie. The auditions are for late summer/early fall. Details will come in another message.

Sincerely,

Derek Mac, YourAgent .com

Piper's cheeks flushed excitedly. This was, quite literally, a dream come true. She'd wanted to act for as long as she could remember. But she was so advanced academically, everybody expected her to be a mathematician, or a teacher or the scientist who found a cure for cancer. That wasn't her at all. So, she'd kept it a secret. But now, she might have a chance. Now might be the chance to tell everyone that acting was her passion.

"What are you looking at?" Phoebe asked, barging into Piper's room a flopping on her bedspread. For as long as she could remember, Phoebe had always loved Piper's room. It had a Zen-rock-country-Manhattan-chic-preppy feel to it that seemed to all go together, because it seemed real.

"Nothing." Piper replied hastily, clicking out of her email account. "Just checking my email."

"Anything good?" she asked, fingering the gold crown Piper won when her class did Medieval Games in the sixth grade.

"Nope." Piper lied, pushing away from her desk. She was still in her pajamas and was looking forward to her shower.

Phoebe jumped up. "Well, I just wanted to know if I could borrow your denim shorts. The black ones."

"They're in the drawer." Piper replied. "Have you seen Prue?"

"Yeah, she'd going out to the library."

"Why?" Piper asked. All she'd wanted to do was get as far away from school as she could. She just wanted to forget about it.

"I don't know." Phoebe replied. "Why do you want her?"

"Because, I wanted to know—never mind." She said. The Halliwells had four cars. Prue's stationwagon, Piper's green Honda, Grams' big blue van and the barely there 1975 convertible Piper was restoring. "I'm gonna take a shower and run some errands. Take the shorts."

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Prue pulled up in front of the library, and hopped out of her car. She couldn't believe that she was going to college in the fall. To UCLA. Her dream school. It was still in California, so she wouldn't have to leave the state, yet, it would be far enough away that Grams wouldn't be able to keep constant tabs on her. She couldn't wait. Now, she was at the library, because she wanted to get a jump on some of the literature required for her English class.

She trotted up to the library and went inside, instantly inhaling the smell of books and something very library-ish. She walked over to the computers and clicked into their search. She typed in "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare" and waited for the system to track it down. During her years of high school, she'd had to study William Shakespeare's works, but now, there would be more breaking it down, more analysis. And she was totally up for it. Finally, several copies popped up and directed her to get one.

Prue jumped up, her bobbed hair bouncing and walked over to the shelves and straight to the book. It was heavy in a major way. She sighed and carried it to the front to check it out. As the attendant handed her back her library card, a deep voice rumbled behind her.

"William Shakespeare, huh?"

Prue whirled around and almost collided with Andy Trudeau. Her ex-boyfriend Andy. "Andy," She squeaked, stepping back with the book to her chest, "hi."

He grinned. "Hey."

"Well," she said uncomfortably, "it was nice to see you." She sidestepped around him and walked out of the library. Andy followed her, so it was only polite to stop next to her car and wait for him.

"Don't you want to know what I'm doing back in town?" Andy asked, still wearing that grin.

No, she didn't. "That's a good question." She said. Andy had moved away to Portland, Oregon in the middle of their junior year because his father had been transferred within his company. She was just now getting over him, and it just rekindled old flames. She hadn't wanted to break up; she'd wanted to do the long-distance thing, at least try. But he hadn't, "wanted to be tied down to someone so far away". I.e.: "I want to be able to screw everything that moves without guilt".

"My dad got transferred back, if you can believe." Andy said.

"I thought that you were going to school in Oregon—"

"Change of plans." Andy filled in. "That wasn't what I wanted to do." He shrugged. "I think I'll take a year off, you know. Find myself."

"I have to go." Prue said quickly. She chugged him briefly—managing to whack him on the back with her book—and climbed into the car. As she drove away, her thoughts rushed around in her head. It was classic Andy. He didn't want to be tied down. He didn't want anything that would give him responsibility, make him take the consequences for his actions. She didn't want to be that for him. And she never would be.

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"Grams. Grams. Grams." Paige followed her grandmother around the house, up and down the stairs and through all the rooms as she ran the vacuum. "Grams! Pay attention to me!" she shouted, flailing her arms, her red hair flying.

Finally, Grams flicked off the vacuum. "Yes, Paige?"

Paige stopped. "I don't remember."

Grams shook her head and turned on the vacuum again. Paige frowned and flounced down the stairs and away from her grandmother. Paige was tired of being ignored. She was the youngest and the least problematic and everybody thought that was an excuse to pretend she wasn't there. Sighing, she walked into the kitchen.

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Down at the park, Phoebe stood on the swing. She was thinking about changing schools. At her school, she was Freebie. Who just gave it away. Maybe she'd made out with one guy too many. But she was a virgin. She wasn't free. She was…free-spirited. She didn't want to be Freebie anymore.

AN: Honestly, I have no idea what made me write this. Seriously. First of all, it's a teen fic, second of all it has all four sisters in it, both of those things I'm not particularly fond of. But if you love that please read this fic. It'll be a rocky coasters of sex, lies, love and everything in between. And I hope you'll stay with me till the end.