The Charmed Life
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Chapter 1: Family Reunion
It was a dark, stormy night in Los Angeles, when Logan ran into the old Victorian manor he'd grown up in. The rain always came down heavy in Los Angeles, but hey, you get used to it. Logan quickly shut the door behind him and rung his umbrella out and put it in the holder, taking his jacket off. "Camille, you home?" Logan called out. Camille or Lauren Camille was Logan's older sister. She prefers to go by her middle name since she figured there were too many L's. He and Camille moved back into the manor when their Grams had a heart attack and passed away.
"In the kitchen!" Logan grabbed the bags of groceries and carried them to kitchen where he saw Camille making a cup of coffee, as usual. He often tells her that if she drinks anymore coffee that she'll turn into a coffee bean. Generally, it goes in one ear and out the other. "So, I bought all the ingredients we need for our celebratory dinner." Logan started taking the groceries out of the bags and sat them on the island.
"And what would we be celebrating?" Camille asked, her eyebrow raised in suspicion. "We're celebrating your big promotion at the art museum. God knows you've been talking about it forever." Logan said.
"Well, I don't actually have it yet. If that big headed, douchebag Ron would just stop holding a grudge because I broke it off with him and give me the damn promotion." Camille grudgingly said as she sipped her coffee. "If it weren't for Lucy, having to go and sleep with him, I probably would've had it by now." Camille noticed the uneasy look on Logan's face. It was actually more of a guilty look than uneasy.
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." Logan moved to the other side of the island in case his sister flew into a rage, which more than likely may happen.
"Logan, what did you do?" Camille asked sternly. She always had a way of using her icy glare into getting an answer out of anyone.
"Well, you see, since it's just us in this big old manor and since Lucy dropped out of school in New York and she had to give up her apartment. I thought, maybe-"
"You didn't invite her here, did you?!" Camille storming over to Logan and grabbing him by his shirt.
"I could hardly refuse, it's not like this isn't her house too." Camille huffed and released Logan from her iron grip and leaned against the island. "The house was given to us in the will. All three of us." Logan straightened his grey polo back out. Camille's aggressive nature came from her stem of wanting to be an actress when she was younger. She used to do a lot of "method acting" so to speak, but eventually gave it up for a more sensible job.
"I get that the house was willed to us, but that was months ago and we haven't seen or spoken to her since."
"Correction. YOU haven't seen or spoken to her." Logan said crossing his arms, no longer giving into Camille's tantrum.
"You're right! I haven't spoken to her. You obviously must've forgotten about why I'm still mad at her."
"No, you'd never let me forget. My point is she's out of a job, had to let go of her apartment and she's in debt. Can't you have just a bit of sympathy for her?" Logan honestly could've given two craps about Camille holding a grudge against their younger sister, Lucy. But as the middle child, he was stuck as the mediator between the youngest and the oldest.
"Surprise, surprise, Lucy Mitchell is in trouble. And exactly how long have you known about this?"
"A couple of days...maybe weeks." Logan said looking everywhere except at Camille.
"Thanks for sharing." Camille said sardonically. "When does she get here?" Logan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a 5'6, slender woman with long brunette hair entered in the front door of the manor. "Hey guys!" Lucy said cheerfully. Camille rolled her eyes at Logan before turning to face her sister.
"Whew! Thank God you keep the spare key in the same place. It is raining cats and dogs out there."
"Lucy! Hi, there kiddo!" Logan ran and hugged her. "Welcome home. Good to see you...isn't Camille?"
"Speechless." Camille said with a deadpanned glare. Outside of the manor, the cab driver blew the horn. "Shit! I forgot the cab." Lucy said, searching for her wallet.
"I got it!" Logan said anxiously grabbing Camille's wallet from the dish. "Hey! That's mine, Logan." Camille protested as Logan walked out the door to the cab, leaving an awkward silence between herself and Lucy.
"So..." Lucy said, not exactly knowing what to say to her older sister. Camille must've felt how she was feeling and immediately spoke up.
"We're not selling the house. If that's what you want. The only reason Logan and I gave up our apartment in Venice Beach is because this manor has been in our family for generations." Camille crossed her arms and stood firmly in her place.
"No history lesson needed. I grew up here too, remember? And — Is that what you think I came back to do?" Lucy also crossed her arms as well. "I never slept with Ron. No matter what that rat-faced, stupid, son of bitch may have told you. One would think blood is thicker than water. But, I guess not." Lucy tossed her hair over her shoulder.
Logan came back in and saw the two sisters both with terse expressions and tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. He quickly put the wallet back in the dish and went over to diffuse the situation. Or what he thought to be a situation.
"Hey I have an idea why don't I make us all a big dinner and wine and we'll talk like a real family." Logan asked desperately, standing in between his sisters.
"I'm not hungry." Camille said, walking away, to the living room, bumping into Lucy on her way.
"I ate on the bus." Lucy brushed the push off, walking to upstairs her old room. Logan was left downstairs, feeling slightly despondent.
"Kay! We'll try again later." The only response was the door slamming to Lucy's room, causing Logan to groan in defeat at reuniting his family."
Later that night, Lucy did get hungry. Logan already knowing his sister, had prepared a plate of food for her and left it in the oven to keep warm. Lucy and Logan sat down in the sun room together, talking, eating and laughing over fond memories. They also played on the spirit board their mother left them after she died.
"So, what was New York like?" Logan asked excitedly sipping his glass of wine and moving the pointer on the board along with Lucy.
"It was fun. It literally is the city that never sleeps. Night and day, cars and people hustling and bustling."
"That's exciting." A silence overcame the two before Lucy decided to speak up.
"Why didn't you tell Camille I was coming back?"
"And risk her changing the locks? You should be thankful I didn't."
"I can't believe she's still a a hard-ass after all this time. You think she would've let loose a little bit." Lucy sipped some of her wine and moved the pointer with Logan.
"Have you tried to talking to her?" Logan asked. Lucy gave him a look that said "did-you-really-just-ask-me-that-?"
"I've tried but she makes it so hard to talk to her. She acts like more of a —"
"— mother than a sister. I know, I know. You gotta remember, she gave practically gave up her childhood to help raise us." Logan interjected, finishing her sentence.
Lucy sighed and continued moving the pointer slightly. A knock sounded on the sun room door, the two siblings looked up to see Camille standing at the door, in her pajamas.
"Lucy, I put an extra blanket in your room. It always got super cold in there."
"Thanks, Cam." Lucy smiled. Camille nodded and began walking away. Logan stood up from the table and grabbed his glass. "I'm gonna get some more wine. Don't move the pointer."
"I never move the pointer." Lucy chuckled.
"Yes, you do. You always did when we were younger." Logan called out as he walked laughed to herself and put her fingers back on the pointer. The next thing that occurred frightened Lucy to wits end. The pointer zigzagged across the board by itself and then back to its original position. Lucy jumped up from her seat, taking her hands away from the pointer.
"L-Logan! Come here!" Logan sprinted back into the sun room, wine glass in hand.
"What's wrong?!"
"The pointer! It moved!" Lucy said frantically, completely shaken up. Logan deadpanned and looked at Lucy as if she went completely postal.
"Yeah, right. It did." Logan rolled his eyes. Logan turned away and Lucy looked back at the board. The pointer then moved again and Lucy called to Logan.
"Logan, there it went again. Watch it!"
"Lucy, would you stop with it al—" Logan stopped what he was saying because he himself caught sight of the pointer moving around the board.
"Oh my God, Camille! Camille, please come here. Something weird is going on!" Logan called out to his sister. He turned back to the pointer and saw it moving around still. Camille ran to the sun room and crossed her arms.
"What did you two do now?" Camille asked in a mothering tone. "The spirit board, Cami!" Logan said pointing to the object. Camille gazed at the board and watched closely and gasped when she saw the pointer move towards letter 'A' on the board.
"I think it's spelling something. Let me write it down." Lucy said grabbing a pen and a notepad. The pointer zigzagged across the board five times to the individual letters and then stopped moving altogether. Lucy stopped writing and held up the notepad to her siblings.
"It spelled 'ATTIC'"
A/N
Hey yall! This is just something I've wanted to try out for a few months now. I've been obsessed with the TV show "Charmed" for a couple of months now and so I thought " hey why not write a potentially awesome BTR version of my fave show. This will be a Kogan/Jarlos you'll just have to see how it all plays out. I will be updating Spying for Romance soon! Be on the look out for it!
Love y'all!
Until next time,
~TheaterKid