Well, I have a slight block with what to write next in my other stories so thought I'd have a shot at something else whilst I tried to think. Anyway, this will probably be a one-shot, depending on the response. So read and enjoy…

It was safe to assume that 13 year old Christopher Halliwell, son of a charmed one and an elder, was bored. Sat in the lounge he idly flicked through the book of shadows without absorbing any of the information.

His dad was working late at magic school whilst his mom should be on her way

home from her restaurant any time soon. Having hung around at school waiting to walk home with his older brother, Chris was irritated that his brother hadn't met him to walk back as he said he would.

Chris had been sat at home alone for over an hour when he heard the front door open and closed. Chris had knew it was Wyatt, before giving him a chance to speak he stated annoyed,

"Home then!"

Wyatt appeared by the doorway looking confused at his younger brother.

"Where's mom?" he quizzed

"Work." Came the short reply

Wyatt tilted his head, slightly confused by his brothers tone.

"Dad?" he tried

"Work." came the same response

Wyatt nodded, slightly concerned at his brothers attitude.

"What's your problem?" Wyatt asked getting slightly annoyed.

"You." Chris muttered

Wyatt heard the response, hurt by the comment he awaited an explanation.

He folded his arms expectantly, a stern look crossing his face. Chris looked down at the book that was rested on his lap still.

"Fine then, I'm going to shower. I expect an actual reason when I get back."

Chris glared at him, "I'm going out!" he stated about to orb off.

Wyatt turned back round to look at his brother, "Mom said you weren't allowed out, something about detention?"

Chris simply rolled his eyes, "What ever Wyatt!" he said as orbs began to engulf him.

"I said you had to stay here," Wyatt said simply, using his telekinesis to redirect

The orbs back into the room.

"Wyatt!" Chris immediately complained having reformed.

"You stay or mom will have more reason to ground you when she finds out about you skipping school by going to magical school instead," Wyatt threatened. He had no intention to tell their mom this but didn't want Chris to leave without explaining his previous comment.

Chris glared at Wyatt some more, before sinking back into his seat.

"I'm glad we have an understanding here," Wyatt smiled satisfied.

Wyatt had been gone no more than two minutes when the doorbell rang. Chris was sure it wasn't his mother so considered ignoring it.

"Get that Chris!" Wyatt yelled down the stairs.

Rolling his eyes, Chris left his seat and headed for the door. Having opened it, it revealed a blonde girl that Chris recognised from Wyatt's year. He also happened to know about Wyatt's huge crush on her that he refused to admit to.

"Hi," she said nervously, brushing her hair behind her ear. Chris simply nodded in acknowledgement.

"…erm…I'm Sophie…I was with Wyatt earlier and he asked me to stop by….is he here?"

"After school earlier?" he quizzed curiously.

The girl looked at him slightly confused before nodding slowly.

Time for revenge Chris thought to himself.

"Well…he is here…but his a bit busy at the moment.."

The girl looked at him unsurely, so he continued,

"His upstairs, with some girl" he stated casually

"Some girl?" she couldn't help but question.

Chris nodded, the girl looked at him before understanding what he was getting at.

"Oh," she said briskly, but Chris could see the hurt look on her face. She turned abruptly on the spot and marched away from the manor.

Chris was immediately filled with guilt.

"I was only joking!" he called after her but she didn't turn back. He slowly closed the door behind himself.

"Who was at the door?" Wyatt asked cheerfully walking down the stairs, his soaked hair sticking up at odd angles.

"…Erm…" Chris began slowly

"What did you do?" Wyatt accused, immediately suspicious of how his brother was acting.

"…Nothing?…"Chris denied

"Who was it?" Wyatt repeated, starting to lose patience.

"It was an accident," he automatically replied, holding his hands up in surrender before looking at the floor guiltily.

"What kind of accident?" he quizzed.

"…I may have told Sophie you were with some girl upstairs…." Chris muttered quietly.

"You what?!" Wyatt yelled at him. Chris didn't meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry," Chris told the floor.

"That's low Chris, even for you."

Chris' eyes shot up to meet Wyatt's gaze, he hadn't meant to hurt Wyatt, he just didn't think. Chris saw the disappointment in Wyatt's eyes and was waiting for Wyatt to punch him one. What Wyatt did Chris believe was worse.

Wyatt took one last look at Chris before turning away, picking up the phone and heading back upstairs.

"Wyatt?" Chris called after him, only to find himself being ignored.

Wyatt remerged half an hour later looking less annoyed and more satisfied.

"She officially hates you," Wyatt pointed out.

Chris looked up at him from his seat in the lounge.

"I said it was just my annoying little brother winding her up, it took a lot of convincing" Wyatt informed, "but was ok after I said you would apologize to her at school tomorrow."

Chris immediately frowned, about to argue. Seeing the expression on Wyatt's face he managed to stop himself and simply nod. Chris was glad Wyatt hadn't stayed to annoyed at him for to long, that seemed to be how it always went, both ways.

Wyatt joined Chris on the sofa, a look on his face that told Chris that he knew something. Unable to keep a secret long, Chris knew he would spill soon enough.

Wyatt turned to Chris, ruffling his hair affectionately causing Chris to frown at him.

"So…Sophie says you like her best friends little sister…" Chris looked up to meet his brothers grin before blushing and turning away.

"Wyatt!!" Chris complained.

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