Finding Comfort
Written By: Mystical Forest
Copyright © 2003 by Mystical Forest. All rights reserved.
Date written: 3/22/03
A/N: This story is based on Alyssa and Justin relationship. Their relationship has inspired me to write this story, and it is not to poke fun at them or anything. It's just a story. Nothing in this story contains anything that relate to their relationship except for the age difference.
P.S. The Charmed Ones do not exist in this story, neither are the sisters. Phoebe's an only child. No magic, nothing.
Summary: Cole and Phoebe are the best of friends since high school. And they friendship takes a turn when a new lover of Phoebe's enters their lives. Cole has a secret that he's kept from Phoebe for over a decade, and she's about to find out.
The night was still young and club hopping was just one of Phoebe Halliwell and Cole Turner's many favourite hobbies. They've always done things together ever since high school. They met when Phoebe, whom at the time was 15, moved to Los Angeles with her dad, because of work related. She wasn't a stranger to popularity, but at one of L.A's preparatory schools, she was an outsider. No friends, no acquaintances, no boyfriend, just lots and lots of unknown preppy people.
Then arrived one afternoon, Phoebe was walking into the cafeteria with a drink in hand and she bumped into a quite tall boy and splattered the drink all over which had stained her favourite white sweater, which accented her body wonderfully.
"Ah! Watch where you're going!" She yelled angrily, extended her arms out, trying to avoid touching her wet sweater.
"Oh, I—oh, I'm so sorry." The boy said, looking desperately apologetic. "Here," he grabbed some napkins from the people who sat on the table next to him. "I'm sorry, if it makes you feel any better, I'll pay for it.
"Forget it." She grunted. "No money can replace this sweater. My boyfriend got it for me before I left."
"Oh, I didn't know." He uttered, "You're the new girl right?"
"Who wants to know?" She asked sardonically, trying to dab the napkin onto the sweater.
"Just asking."
"Yeah."
"What school did you come from?"
"Carter High."
"Never heard of it."
"It's in New York."
"So you're from New York?"
"What did I say?"
"It must be cool to live in New York."
"Better than you snobs down here."
"Hey, not all of us are."
"Did I direct it at you?"
"Hey, I was just trying to be nice. I don't need your attitude." He declared. "That's what's wrong with you New Yorkers; you think you're so tough."
"Whatever. That's total bs." She dismissed his comment, and continued to rub on her sweater.
"You're never going to get that out, you know."
"Yeah, thanks to you."
"I apologized."
"Next time try to look where you're going." She retorted, throwing the napkins into the trash and brushed past him, heading for the ladies room
"At least tell me your name!" He called after her, but she just waved her hand and ignored him completely.
From that day forward it was a start of an unusual but wonder friendship, they'd became inseparable. Everywhere they went, they always managed to bump into each other. It was like fate was pulling them together, but one of them kept pulling away every time they were close.
Days, months, years, had passed and Cole couldn't still believe they were still friends, especially with Phoebe's hot temper. However he didn't mind it. He thought it was cute. He even enjoyed it, every time Phoebe got angry, her cheeks flushed a little and she looked adorable.
He'd never forget their first encounter, he liked her from that moment and had made every attempt to see her and talk to her. But, he always got shut down. Nevertheless, he'd never give up. He'd learned why she'd acted the way she acted.
Months before, her father, Madison and herself left New York her mother was in a car accident, the driver was drunk and the car had jumped the curb. The drunk's hit her car, and she died instantly. It was a hard and devastating time for both her father and herself. Her mother was her best friend; she could talk to her about anything and everything. There was not a single thing about Phoebe that her mother didn't know about.
"I'm sorry," Cole sadly apologized. "I know how you feel. I lost my father a year ago to my crazy mother, who's now safely locked up in a lunatic asylum by the way."
"What happened?" She quietly asked.
"My mom was always an insanely jealous person, and one day my dad came home late because he had dinner with a colleague, who was this young woman, he told her about the dinner, and she went insane and claimed that he was cheating on her and the next day I came home from school, there were polices on my lawn, and news casts. It was a disaster. They told me my father was shot in the head twice and a neighbor heard all of the commotions and the gun shots and called the police."
They both had found comfort in each other from then on. They'd share all the good and bad moments together. They went to the same college, and after graduating they became roommates and nothing more.
"This is a great club." Said a wavy-haired brunette dressed in a tight pair of black pants with a red tube-top to match. "How'd you find it?"
"From a friend." A masculine voice answered, who looked to be in his early twenties.
"You don't mind Cole coming along do you?" She turned to her male companion.
"No, not at all." He replied.
"Great. He won't be in our way." She said, and gave him a peck on the lips, just before a tall figure approached them.
"This is nice." It spoke.
"Isn't it?" She turned toward the tall figure. "Cole, why don't you go and check out some girls."
"My view from here is perfect." Cole replied, leaning against the wall, with his arms folded, reluctant to move. Part of the reason was he didn't want Phoebe and her friend to be alone. He didn't like her friend from the moment he met him and he wasn't about to now.
"Cole!" Phoebe elbowed him and gave him a look, indicating she wanted to be alone with her friend, Justin Tilman.
He didn't like him partly because he was six years younger than she was, and he had a secret crush on her, ever since their first encounter. He was going to ask her out after they became closer, but every time he tried to he got choked up because he was afraid that it might ruin what they have, a friendship. His number one rule was to never date a friend.
"C'mon, let's dance." Phoebe excitedly commented, before pulling the hand of her new friend onto the dance floor, while Cole stood there full of jealousy
Written By: Mystical Forest
Copyright © 2003 by Mystical Forest. All rights reserved.
Date written: 3/22/03
A/N: This story is based on Alyssa and Justin relationship. Their relationship has inspired me to write this story, and it is not to poke fun at them or anything. It's just a story. Nothing in this story contains anything that relate to their relationship except for the age difference.
P.S. The Charmed Ones do not exist in this story, neither are the sisters. Phoebe's an only child. No magic, nothing.
Summary: Cole and Phoebe are the best of friends since high school. And they friendship takes a turn when a new lover of Phoebe's enters their lives. Cole has a secret that he's kept from Phoebe for over a decade, and she's about to find out.
The night was still young and club hopping was just one of Phoebe Halliwell and Cole Turner's many favourite hobbies. They've always done things together ever since high school. They met when Phoebe, whom at the time was 15, moved to Los Angeles with her dad, because of work related. She wasn't a stranger to popularity, but at one of L.A's preparatory schools, she was an outsider. No friends, no acquaintances, no boyfriend, just lots and lots of unknown preppy people.
Then arrived one afternoon, Phoebe was walking into the cafeteria with a drink in hand and she bumped into a quite tall boy and splattered the drink all over which had stained her favourite white sweater, which accented her body wonderfully.
"Ah! Watch where you're going!" She yelled angrily, extended her arms out, trying to avoid touching her wet sweater.
"Oh, I—oh, I'm so sorry." The boy said, looking desperately apologetic. "Here," he grabbed some napkins from the people who sat on the table next to him. "I'm sorry, if it makes you feel any better, I'll pay for it.
"Forget it." She grunted. "No money can replace this sweater. My boyfriend got it for me before I left."
"Oh, I didn't know." He uttered, "You're the new girl right?"
"Who wants to know?" She asked sardonically, trying to dab the napkin onto the sweater.
"Just asking."
"Yeah."
"What school did you come from?"
"Carter High."
"Never heard of it."
"It's in New York."
"So you're from New York?"
"What did I say?"
"It must be cool to live in New York."
"Better than you snobs down here."
"Hey, not all of us are."
"Did I direct it at you?"
"Hey, I was just trying to be nice. I don't need your attitude." He declared. "That's what's wrong with you New Yorkers; you think you're so tough."
"Whatever. That's total bs." She dismissed his comment, and continued to rub on her sweater.
"You're never going to get that out, you know."
"Yeah, thanks to you."
"I apologized."
"Next time try to look where you're going." She retorted, throwing the napkins into the trash and brushed past him, heading for the ladies room
"At least tell me your name!" He called after her, but she just waved her hand and ignored him completely.
From that day forward it was a start of an unusual but wonder friendship, they'd became inseparable. Everywhere they went, they always managed to bump into each other. It was like fate was pulling them together, but one of them kept pulling away every time they were close.
Days, months, years, had passed and Cole couldn't still believe they were still friends, especially with Phoebe's hot temper. However he didn't mind it. He thought it was cute. He even enjoyed it, every time Phoebe got angry, her cheeks flushed a little and she looked adorable.
He'd never forget their first encounter, he liked her from that moment and had made every attempt to see her and talk to her. But, he always got shut down. Nevertheless, he'd never give up. He'd learned why she'd acted the way she acted.
Months before, her father, Madison and herself left New York her mother was in a car accident, the driver was drunk and the car had jumped the curb. The drunk's hit her car, and she died instantly. It was a hard and devastating time for both her father and herself. Her mother was her best friend; she could talk to her about anything and everything. There was not a single thing about Phoebe that her mother didn't know about.
"I'm sorry," Cole sadly apologized. "I know how you feel. I lost my father a year ago to my crazy mother, who's now safely locked up in a lunatic asylum by the way."
"What happened?" She quietly asked.
"My mom was always an insanely jealous person, and one day my dad came home late because he had dinner with a colleague, who was this young woman, he told her about the dinner, and she went insane and claimed that he was cheating on her and the next day I came home from school, there were polices on my lawn, and news casts. It was a disaster. They told me my father was shot in the head twice and a neighbor heard all of the commotions and the gun shots and called the police."
They both had found comfort in each other from then on. They'd share all the good and bad moments together. They went to the same college, and after graduating they became roommates and nothing more.
"This is a great club." Said a wavy-haired brunette dressed in a tight pair of black pants with a red tube-top to match. "How'd you find it?"
"From a friend." A masculine voice answered, who looked to be in his early twenties.
"You don't mind Cole coming along do you?" She turned to her male companion.
"No, not at all." He replied.
"Great. He won't be in our way." She said, and gave him a peck on the lips, just before a tall figure approached them.
"This is nice." It spoke.
"Isn't it?" She turned toward the tall figure. "Cole, why don't you go and check out some girls."
"My view from here is perfect." Cole replied, leaning against the wall, with his arms folded, reluctant to move. Part of the reason was he didn't want Phoebe and her friend to be alone. He didn't like her friend from the moment he met him and he wasn't about to now.
"Cole!" Phoebe elbowed him and gave him a look, indicating she wanted to be alone with her friend, Justin Tilman.
He didn't like him partly because he was six years younger than she was, and he had a secret crush on her, ever since their first encounter. He was going to ask her out after they became closer, but every time he tried to he got choked up because he was afraid that it might ruin what they have, a friendship. His number one rule was to never date a friend.
"C'mon, let's dance." Phoebe excitedly commented, before pulling the hand of her new friend onto the dance floor, while Cole stood there full of jealousy