The cold crisp West Bridge air blew through Gillian Kinkle's light brown hair on her way to the West Bridge Junior High School bus stop. She and her best friend McKenzie always got there fifteen minutes early and were the first ones there. Both Gillian's parents worked, and McKenzie's mom was an ER nurse.

And every morning, Gillian's mom, Sabrina Spellman, class A newspaper reporter, would leave at five A.M.. Her father, Harvey Kinkle, mechanical engineer, left at seven thirty. Leaving Gillian by herself for most of the morning, since the smart talkin' man turned cat, Salem didn't wake up until noon; she went to the bus early to talk and catch up with McKenzie before the taxing day of hiding magic, dodging Charity Martin, impressing Kevin Ericson, and being a good student all at once.

Her best friend, McKenzie was waiting there for her. Gillian's long brown coat looked just as posh as she always did. And McKenzie's was a bright yellow rain slicker, she had no fears of standing out.

"Gil!" McKenzie shouted excitedly running toward her, "This was the longest weekend ever! I'm never breaking curfew just so I can protest trees ever again. I missed you so much!" she said smothering Gillian in a hug.

"I missed you too! I was way bored. Especially since my parents spent the whole weekend in my dad's cabin and I was home with the cat."

"Your cat? Were you scared?"

"No, they sent my mom's ditzy friend over to check on me once a day. She brought me pâté, so I wasn't complaining." Gillian laughed.

"I can't wait to get to school, I hear Charity still has her nose cast on!"

Gillian laughed, "No way! Now I'll finally have something to make fun of her with!"

"I know, this is great news!"

"I need to think of some mean things right now. Hm…" She thought.

Her thinking face made everyone take a second look because from the side she looked exactly like her mother, with her father's eyes. Actually, every time they saw Gillian, they took a second look. The only thing different about them…was well…nothing. Only Gillian had zero aptitude for writing. She was more interested in football, particularly watching it. Or the people playing it, mainly senor Kevin Ericson.

"OH!" She exclaimed, "How about, 'with that nose, I'm surprised you can't smell…Lisbon."

"Nice. But she probably thinks Lisbon is that foreign exchange student."
"Man! Couldn't she just be smart?"

"I know really…"

The West Bridge Junior High bus screeched to a halt and let out the clutch causing a loud errk noise to bellow around the bus bench.

Michaela arranged her long blonde hair around her face, "How do I look?" she asked Gillian.

"Like a star," Gillian posed, "How about me?"
"Ah, Fergie was singing about you, dahling."
"EEP! I knew she was. If only my name was 'Flossy'."

They both laughed as they boarded the coat and mitten filled bus.

Once Gillian spotted Kevin Ericson in his lettermen's jacket toward the back with his football friends, she began smiling.

And once Kevin spotted her, he did the same.

Just as Kevin was about to say something, one of his football friends spotted some blonde with big boobs walking her dog outside, so of course he was far to distracted to say anything to Gillian or Mickey.

"Man! I hate that lady!" Gillian said sliding discontented into the bus seat. She always got the window seat.

"I know. Dang. Kevin Ericson can be such a…"

"Guy?"
"Yeah. I wish all guys were like your dad, Gillian Kinkle."

"What?"
"Oh come on the stuff your mom says about him when they were in high school."
"Yeah and half the time she blew him off because she thought she could find something better."
"Yeah…but now she's appreciative right?"

"I guess."

"Are mad at her or something? You never trash talk them…"
"Yeah I'm mad at her. We haven't talked in weeks."
"What the heck to you mean, you live in the same house. How could you not talk?"
Gillian rolled her eyes, "Only simple 'hey how was your day's." She looked out the window and sighed, "But I mean like we used to, talk for like hours about everything. You know. Like you and I do."
"I'm sorry." Mickey patted her on the shoulder, "That sucks, babe." she was genuinely sorry for Gillian but she couldn't help be a little happy, she was always wicked jealous of Gillian and her mothers ultra close best friend like relationship. When Mickey never saw her mom or her dad and spent all her time with the nanny.

"I know. And something's bothering her, I can tell."
They didn't talk much the rest of the way to school. Gillian didn't actually feel like talking. She felt like brooding over her mom, and her dad, and what could be bothering her mother. But once they got to school, that changed.

Gillian grabbed the cold icy handle of the West Bridge JH door and pulled it open, holding it for Mickey.
"Do you see a nose cast?" Mickey asked breaking the twenty minute vow of silence.

"No. But you know Charity," Gillian put her hands in her coat pockets, "She probably took the week off."

"You're probably right…" Mickey said disappointedly.

Gillian's cell phone buzzed in her pocket, "Who's calling me?" she said to herself.

"Who knows."

It was a text message.

"Who would text me? Just you. But you're right here…" she pushed the send button to read it, "It's from my mom…"

"What's it say?" Mickey asked, but then rushed to read over Gillian's shoulder anyway.

"It says: 'Gil, I can't "find" your dad, do me a favor and take care of that for me. I need to talk to him. Xo, sab."
"Why did you put find in quotes?"
"I don't know." Gillian said nervously. Then the bell rang. A chipper sound ending student's happiness.

"Man, you'll have to answer her later."

"Uh. Yeah. You go ahead, I'll be right there." Gillian said, ducking by the water fountain until the hallways cleared. Then she said, "Hm, Oh! To call my mom he may have forgotten, help me find my dad before the students start a'walkin'."
And with a zap of sparkle, she was off.

The nondescript jazz and sounds of clinking silverware filled the air at the outdoor café on Auburn street where Harvey Kinkle was lunching with Valerie Birkhead. He thought nothing of it, but she had it in her head that the Sabrina and Harvey era was ending, and she would be the one responsible for it.

Gillian appeared behind a tall potted shrubbery about a table away from them.

She gasped silently, then said to herself, "I cant believe him! He's lunching with…Birkhead. Ewww!" She leaned to left to get a better view, Harvey's back was to her, and she could see Valerie's entire face expression. It was exactly how she and Mickey looked when Kevin Ericson was around.

That mad her even more sick to her stomach, "Oh no. This is going to make mom so sad…I have to fix this. I have to…" she thought and then got a bright idea, when she saw the waiter walk by with a pitcher of water. Point and zap that water was in Valerie's lap.

Gillian laughed to herself as the waiter apologized incessantly and then handed her his towel over his shoulder, but she ended up running to the bathroom like her mother told her she did all the time in times of embarrassment.

Gillian was going to take this as an opportunity to go into disguise and ask her dad about the woman he was with, but her plan was foiled when Harvey pulled out his phone and started talking.

"Morgan? Yeah, no she doesn't know. I'm hoping. Not if I have anything to do with it, she'll never find out."
Gillian gasped silently again, "Well, he's forgetting who he's messing with."

Valerie was just coming back from the bathroom, partially dry, when point and zap she slipped and absolutely dropped.

Even though she would probably never recover from this, Gillian was still proud of herself. But the horrible nagging feeling that her own dad who would do anything for her mother, was cheating on her with Valerie.

Of all people, why Valerie? She could handle Roxie. And Morgan would've been a walk in the park. But it had to be the delicate fragile flower, one little incident and she'd fall apart. Apparently some people found that irresistible. Why? She couldn't figure it out to save her life. Her mother was the best person anyone would ever meet, she cared more about everyone else than herself, and even in the most embarrassing times, she'd always find away to get through it. Get through anything, for that matter.

So why, why was he doing this? If it even came down to it, Gillian always imagined it would be the other way around since history has a tendency to repeat itself. But she never would have thought she would be hiding behind a plant trying to sabotage her cheating father's date with the insecure Valerie.

And Morgan was his ally? Are you kidding? Gillian couldn't believe he picked her to hide his cheating ways. She'd spill anything, and Gillian intended on paying her a visit.

Once she decided that Valerie'd had enough torture, she zapped the swanky woman with the martini behind her dad. And let's just say, olives are not his best accessory.

She couldn't bother with school, she had to find out what her dad was hiding and fast. She popped over to Morgan and Roxie's new apartment in downtown Boston.

Then knocked on the door, "Morgan? Roxie? Are you here? Hello!"
"Would you stop knocking! I'm trying to watch As The World Turns!" the unmistakable voice of her mother's nearly mindless friend, Morgan Cavanaugh came closer as Gillian stopped knocking and waited.

The door swung open, to reveal Morgan in a hot pink track suit, "Sabrina?"
"Close. Just twenty years younger, six inches shorter, and a honey mist auburn."
"I'm sorry, Auburn, I don't know you."
"Dude! It's Gillian. You had to check up on me over the past three days."
"Oh! Right sorry. I had my eyes dilated this morning and everything's still blurry."

Thank God. Gillian was starting to worry she was losing intelligence by the minute.

"Come in." she smiled.

Gillian smiled back as she stepped in, then leaned against the brown leather couch in the living room

"So what's new?" Morgan asked her.
"Not much. So did you talk to my dad today?"
"Harvey? Yeah. He just called a second ago."

"Really. What did he say?"
"He said. Oh wait. I have strict instructions not to tell you."

Gillian stamped her foot, "WHAT?! Why?"

"Because. It's important that you don't know."
Gillian needed to process this, she couldn't even crack Morgan. So her only choice was to go to the villain herself. Valerie.

"Anything else?" Morgan asked, snapping Gillian out of her thoughts.

"Oh. Um, my mom wants her moisturizer back."

"Which one?"

"The tall one…" she guessed.

"Oh, hold on let me get it." Morgan said, heading into the next room.

Gillian had gotten a chance to snoop and she was definitely taking it. She went to the couch and found Morgan's Dolce handbag and began searching through it.

She wanted to find something, anything that might help her figure out what they were hiding.

She finally found her cell phone, and began checking the received calls. Harvey, Roxie, Delton Spa. No one incriminating. Upon hearing footsteps, Gillian tossed the phone back into her bag and stood up like she had been before.

"This must be the one she's talking about, it's the tallest one I have." she said handing Gillian a five inch bottle of Delton's Spa moisturizer.

Gillian gasped silently, "Do you go here often?"

"Delton's? Twice a week." she smiled.

"Do you know a lot of people who go there?"
"A few people."
"Like people my mom and dad know?"
"Maybe…wh— "

"Valerie Birkhead, name ring a bell."
She thought a minute, "…No. I don't think so…"
This was frustrating, "Thanks Morgan, I have to be back at lunch in like five minutes, see you later." she smiled.

"Bye,"

"That was a royal waste of twenty minutes. Morgan knew nothing and didn't crack. Or maybe she did know something…or else dad would have just talked to her when Valerie was sitting right there." Gillian thought.

She zapped herself back to school just in time for lunch.

"WHERE have you been!" Mickey shouted, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"It's not important. But you and I have to do some investigating. You game?"

"Investigating? What are we investigating?"
"My dad. He's cheating on my mom."
"NO!"
"Yes! And the worst part, it's with one of her friends!"
Mickey gasped, "No way! I'm afraid to ask…how did you find out?"
"Well I had to find him when my mom told me she couldn't, so I remembered he told me he was going to the café on Auburn street, and I thought he was going with my mom. But he was actually there with Villain Valerie."

"No way! The shy insecure creepy one? Why her?"
"How should I know?! All I know is I have to go talk to her and fast."

"Why would you want to talk to her?"

"Because I want to find why they're lunching."
"Ok, sure I'll go. But this doesn't involve breaking any laws, does it?"

"Only a few."

Something a bit different. I based in the disturbing fact that Lindsay and Nate went out in real life. So I decided to write this. :P NO FLAMES BABES. Unnecessary.

Love,

Dontdofauxpas.