AN: Hey everyone,
I just would firstly like to say that thank for clicking on this story it means a lot, everyone who was reading my other Charmed story, i'm sorry but i had to remove it because i didn't like it that and lost the urge to type it up, although maybe one day i will type it back up if i can re-work it to how i wanted it to flow and go...so this is my new Charmed story i get inspired to write this from a story i read called "happy together" by ravenheart101, if you haven't read it, after you read this you NEED to go and read that it is ace...
Disclaimer: i hate putting these here, but if i don't wanna get sued...i don't own Charmed or any people involved in making the showing and this story is non-profit and no one but the people on here will read it...
Summary:This story is set in the good future - a fifteen year old Chris has problems to face and new people to protect...thats when all the trouble starts...this is slash, meaning boy on boy kissing and everything else, so if you don't like please DON'T read! you have been warning!
"Oh, I didn't realise anyone was in here, sorry," a tall blonde man stutters hovering in the doorway to the kitchen. The man watches as the teen at the table slowly lifts his head to show his dimmed emerald eyes.
"It's ok, I was just getting coffee," he says slowly and tiredly. The man slowly walks into the kitchen, standing awkwardly by the table, where the teen is sitting, trying to hold himself up.
I'm never drinking again, I feel like I've been hit by a car…Chris thinks to himself. (AN: if you havn't guessed these are thoughts)
"You an sit, you know I don't bite," the blonde makes out the teen has said from beneath his arms.
"Thanks, kid," the blonde says.
"I'm Max, by the way," the man introduces.
"I'm Ch…," he gets cut off by Max.
"Chris, Mel and Wyatt told me they had another sibling," he explains at Chris' shocked look. Silence takes over the kitchen, all can be heard is the clock ticking that shows that it is just before six.
"So you're an innocent," Chris states and he finally manages to leans his face on his hand.
"Kinda, but I guess Piper we fill you in later and I won't say a word about you strolling in like this," he says with an amused smile.
"Thanks, I really don't wanna be ground for another month," Chris smirks, thinking how he is supposed to be ground right now.
"Well, I better go and get showered before everyone wakes up and it before hell in here," Chris tries to joke weakly. Max gives him a little chuckle, he watches as Chris stands holding on to the table for support and slowly drags himself out of the kitchen.
So that was Chris, how can I be protected by a teenager…Max thinks to himself.
"Hey, sunshine," a cheery voice greets Chris at his locker, Chris looks down at the shorter friend strawberry blonde haired girl dressed in black.
"Don't Bi, I feel like crap," Chris grumbles back. Bianca just laughs at him.
"And I thought all that sex would have put you in a good mood," She says smirking up at him, Chris just rolls his eyes and walks to class. The day seems to go very slow for Chris, who is very tired which is unusual as after a night out he is still hyped.
Must of drank to much….he hears Bianca think,
at lunch as she sees him half asleep at the table. As Bianca continues her conversation with the girl across the table. Chris sighs loudly causing the boy next to him to look worriedly at him.
How you managed to get yourself a senior I will never now...Bianca thinks while watching Michael rub Chris' thigh softly. Chris rolls his eyes at her using all the strength he has.
"Hey, did you guys here with have a new English teacher," a red haired boy says coming and sitting opposite Chris.
"Well that's great he/she can't be worse that Mr I-speak-so-slow-the-class-feels-like-years," Bianca says making her voice slow. Everyone in the group laugh apart from Chris who is trying to sleep off his headache the size of Texas.
Oh come that was good….Bianca thinks.
Ye it was but I have no energy to laugh…Chris thinks back.
"I hear it's a guy and he's young and cute," the girl across from them states.
"Everyone says that when we have new teacher and have you seen the new gym TA," Michael states, the girl begins to blush as he hardly never speaks to her.
"Ye.. But…. I saw him get out of his car this morning, he has blonde hair and blue eyes," she states her stutter now gone.
"Oh the old blonde, blue eyed combo how original," the red haired boy jokes.
"Oh whatever Matt you'd just love to get in his pants," the girl says back with a smirk.
"Or anybodies pants," Michael injects, seeing no respond from the brunette beside him, he pokes him in the side.
"That hurt," Chris whines. Raising his head so everyone at the table can look at him for the first time in half an hour.
"Oh my God! It speaks I thought you'd gone mute," Michael jokes, moving his hand away from Chris' side.
"I'm tired, okay, didn't get a lot of sleep," Chris responds as he looks over at Michael who simply pats him on the back.
You were there remember…Chris thinks making sure Michael can hear.
I know, but you're usually never this tired after what eight hours…Michael thinks back.
Chris just puts his head back down on the table in defeat, he didn't understand why he was his tired, but at this moment he didn't want to analyze it he just wanted to sleep. But his friends had other ideas as they continued to talk at a loud volume.
"I'll see ya later," Michael whispers into Chris' ear as he deposits him at his English classroom door. Chris nods his head feeling his breath on his ear. Michael lets go of his elbow, which has been guiding him all the way from the lunch room.
"Later," Chris replies weakly. Chris drags his feet into his chair in his English room, the teacher isn't there yet so everyone is talking with their friends, however Chris tries to block out everything, running his hands through his hair.
You think it's the telepathy…Bianca thinks from her seat behind him.
What else could it be, I mean I only get this way when it gets too much and then I pass out, which is never good…Chris thinks back.
Well, just try to breath and relax…Bianca instructs back.
Ye right, relax at school…Chris sighs back.
"Hello, Class," an upbeat voice calls out to them, Chris manages to look up and see the Principle, but not the person behind him.
"Good afternoon, Mr Hollow," they chorus.
"This is Mr McAdams he will be your new English teacher," Mr Hollow explains to the awaiting class, however by this time Chris' head is buried behind his arms on the table, no seeing the young, blonde man standing behind the Principle who has now got everyone's attention in the room.
"Right, well lets get to know everyone shall we, as Mr Hollow said I'm Mr McAdams, I'm twenty four and have just moved here from New York," he says smiling at his new Freshman class. Mr Adams point to a boy sitting on the front row wearing a yellow cap.
"Oh, I'm Tyler Harrison and.." Tyler trails off thinking about what to say and looking around at his class mates as they watch him.
"It can be siblings, favourite colour, parents, pets, that kinda thing," Mr McAdams injects.
"I have two older sisters," He finishes. The chain continues around the room, however it goes silent.
"Hey," Bianca hisses pointing Chris is the back to bring him to life. He lifts his head and turns ready to give Bianca an ear full when, he catches the eye of Matt sitting next to him.
Introduce yourself to the hot teacher…he thinks to him.
Chris rolls his eyes, but finally looks up making eye contact with the teacher.
Max…he thinks, trying not to look shocked.
As he slowly nods, Chris remembers that they are in the classroom. He sighs heavily and says with the most energy he has felt all day.
"I'm Chris Halliwell and I play guitar," however after he has spoke he feels all his previous energy drain and his head flops back down on the table and closes his eyes trying to block everything out as before.
Bianca pulls him to his feet as the bell rings.
"What?" he asks.
"End of the day stupid," She states, however before she can get Chris out of the room. A voice shouts.
"Not you Mr Halliwell!" they turn to see Mr McAdams sitting calmly behind his new desk. Chris scowls.
If you'd kept awake you wouldn't have to stay behind…Bianca thinks to him as she is ushered out of the classroom.
Chris rolls his neck and body trying to wake himself up.
If I get detention mom's gonna kill me…Chris thinks walking slowly up to the front desk.
"Please tell me this isn't how you usually are?" Mr McAdams asks. Chris looks confused.
"Mr McAdams look, I'm just tried, as you gathered and it won't happen again, or not in your class," Chris explains.
"You can call me Max, when we're like this, kid," Max suggests. Chris makes an 'Oh' but doesn't say anything as Max begins to speak.
"Your mom didn't explain this morning?" he asks.
"She's waiting until I get home, but I gather you're here for a while?" Chris asks back, watch as the blonde man scratches the back of his head.
"Ye, Piper will explain and I guess I'll see you tomorrow, kid" he says not wanting to keep the teen any longer.
You need some serious sleep…he thinks.
Chris nods in respond and walks out, leaving the man worried for the second time that day how a fifteen year old is supposed to protect him.
As Chris walks to his locker to drop off his books that don't need taking home, he turns to walk out of the school, when he suddenly feels very suffocated, however when Chris looks left and right the hallway is deserted, he leans against a locker for support. Chris closes his eyes to calm himself and takes a breath before setting off again down the hall, however just as before he feels as if he is suffocating and the hallway is spinning. His legs have suddenly turned to jelly and he feels like he won't be standing much longer, as Chris tries to grab a hold on to something, anything to stop him from falling, but as Chris reaches out for the wall his hand makes contact with something soft and smooth, before Chris' legs finally give way and his eyes close shut as he whole world goes black…………
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