Broadway

By- RavenHeart101

Summery- When 24-year-old Benjamin Turner meets 19-year-old Christopher Halliwell he falls in love. There is only one problem; their families despise each other. And as Phoebe says… "Every Halliwell has to fall in love with a demon at least once."

The lights flashed in Benjamin Turners chocolate brown eyes. He stood off to the side, his dirty blonde hair thrown across his face. He hated it here; he hated P3 and everything about the infernal club. It was to happy, way to happy. Reece had to bring him here… she just had to make him tag along with her and her 'new' boyfriend. Ben looked up as someone backed up into him. He made an acute turn and was hit with the most beautiful and stunning green eyes, he had ever seen in his life. "I'm so, so sorry," The boy exclaimed rushed, "I didn't see you there."

"Um," Ben stuttered out nervously, "uhh, just forget it. It was my fault really."

The boy smiled he stuck out his hand, "I'm Chris by the way. You?"

Ben recovered from his shock, "Ben." they shook hands and Ben felt a tingling go up his arm.

"I was stood up, you," Chris said sitting down at the nearest unoccupied table.

"Something like that," Ben chuckled out, "My friend Reece ditched me for her boyfriend, Dave, Kirk, Leon, Mark, Paul… something like that." Chris laughed, oh Jesus, Ben was falling for him.

"My brother stood me up. No, he pretty much ditched me too."

"Oh really now?" Ben rested his head on the palm of his hand, "For whom?"

"My sister," Chris pouted; Ben thought it was the cutest thing in the world, "He said she needed him… I feel so left out, though."

"I know, trust me, I'm the oldest in my family." Chris looked shocked.

"Oldest! I am the middle! Now that's worse!"

"Depends on your family. Mine dotes on the middle, Taylor and the youngest, Heather. Not to mention I'm the only boy," Chris laughed.

"Yeah that might do it." Ben laughed; he could not believe he was having fun… and a song blared through the speakers, Ben groaned, it was one of his favorite love songs. Called Love Song by Five For Fighting. Chris groaned too. "Do you like this song?"

"Love it, why?"

"So do I," Chris smiled.

Ben was struck with an idea, "You want to dance?"

Chris looked shocked. After a few minuets and nervous glances at the dance floor, he agreed. Ben took Chris by the hand and led them onto the floor. They were not the only all boy pair on the dance floor either, there where two others. Chris put his arms around Ben's shoulders as Ben put his around his waist. He had never felt anything more content in the world; he loved every second of it. Chris seemed to be enjoying himself too. His eyes where closed and his head fell forward onto Ben's shoulder. Ben pulled him closer and swayed to the music. When the song was over Chris picked his head up but did not remove himself. Ben smiled at him, and Chris tilted his head forward and their lips met. Ben never felt so complete in his complicated life.

(A few months later)

"Who cares about frickin' soil composition!" Chris yelled sending the book flying across the room.

"The soil man," Ben spoke as he placed a cup of grape juice in front of Chris. He took a seat behind him, "You're done with homework now."

"No I'm not! I still have English and History and Cre-"

"No," Ben cut him off short, "No, you've already worked yourself enough."

"I have not worked myself enough! I still have creative writing, English and history to do! I can't start slacking now." Ben ignored his protests and started kissing Chris' neck, "Ben, please… please, just-just…oh you know what? Screw it." and Chris turned his head so that their lips met. Ben laughed in victory pushing Chris backward into the couch. He leaned over him smiling evilly, and leaned down catching Chris' lips in his once more. Chris' arms went directly around Ben's neck as his went around his waist. Their kisses turned furious as Ben's hands traveled down even farther. They where so intoxicated with each other that they barely even noticed the knock on the front door. They pulled apart and Ben groaned.

"Every time! Every sinkin' time!" Chris laughed and pushed himself up off the couch. He caught Ben's lips once more.

"We'll continue later." He muttered darkly against Ben's lips, feeling his lover's anticipation. He pulled himself up and walked over to the door. There stood a woman of around 45 with her shoulder length brown hair tied up in a bun. "Mom," Chris said shocked. The woman, Piper Halliwell smiled gently at her son, pulling him into a hug.

"Oh, Peanut! I've missed you so much!"

"Yeah, mom, you too." Chris took a nervous glance behind him. "No offence or anything, but is there a particular reason why you're here?"

"Can't your mother just come to visit?" She asked playfully, trying to step inside.

"No, really mom, why are you here?" Piper sighed.

"Fine! You caught me! Your sister has a demon on her tail and your brother's in New York visiting Gina."

"I already knew all of that." He stepped away from the door allowing her to enter. Ben narrowed his eyes as Chris walked by him and into the kitchen. Piper shut the door behind her quietly. "Wyatt came and told me. Seeing as to how you guys only seem to stop by whenever you need something. So what do you need?" Chris finished as he entered the living room placing two cans of soda on the table counter. He settled himself under Ben's arm and looked at his mother quietly.

"Should we really talk about this around him?" Piper asked truly worried about exposure.

"Oh don't worry he already knows all of this." Chris said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Ben nodded in agreement and Chris smiled tilting his head to the side at Piper.

"Who is he by the way? How do you know you can trust him?" Piper inquired.

"I'm Ben, and Chris and I have known each other for a while." Ben entered into the conversation taking a sip out of Chris' sprite.

"Piper, hi." she introduced herself curtly, "Melinda has a demon trailing her, and it left this." She handed Chris a ring, "It must have dropped it." Chris turned it around in his fingers looking at the description. He handed it to Ben wordlessly, and his brown eyes widened…

"Dad..." He whispered breathlessly.