Prue's cheerleading skirt seemed to be a little too short for her, but she liked it that way. It fitted her figure though. Not all cheerleaders had to be blond and blue eyes to cheer. Prue had blue eyes, but she would kill herself if she ever went blond. She knew many people have wrong impressions of cheerleaders, but she was different. She had a brain and she kept her grades up. Which she is really proud of.
She bounced down the stairs and into the living room. Her mother stood by the kitchen stove trying to get breakfast on the table as fast as she can. Her father was reading the newspaper, and tending to Phoebe who was fussing over something that was so childish.
Patty greeted kissing her daughters cheek, "Good morning, sweetheart." Prue replied, "Morning, mom. How did you sleep?" "Great", Patty answered as Prue sat down. Patty placed some scrambled eggs on the table along with sausage and bacon. Prue, although 17-years-old, never thought letting her mom kiss her good morning was against teenage rules.
Piper shouted, "Stop kicking me you brat!" Phoebe snapped, "Your the brat!" Piper yelled, "Dad, she's doing it again." Victor placed his newspaper down and ask, "Doing what?" "She's kicking me. That's what she's doing," Piper replied. "I'm not!," Phoebe shouted in defense. She was actually kicking Piper under the table though.
"Shut up!," Prue shouted at both of them. Silent filled the manor and Victor picked up his paper again. Patty insisted, "Let's not use that term in this house, Prue." Prue said, "Sorry, mother. But Phoebe really needs to act her age." Phoebe said aloud, "Bitch." Prue shot a look at Phoebe who got eerily silent. Piper said, "That's not nice, Phoebe." Patty said, "Listen to your sister." Piper continued, "I prefer the term slut."
Prue stood angrily ready to rip someone apart. Victor said, "Alright, girls. Let's all calm down. Phoebe stop kicking your sister. Prue, you pull that skirt down or I'll do it for you. Piper, no more arguing with your sister." "That is so unfair, daddy. You always take their side!," Piper said still raging. Phoebe giggled in Piper's anger. Prue was smiling to herself.
Patty asked, "Piper, would you act your age please?" "I will," Piper said as the car honked outside the manor. She grabbed her backpack that looked like there was nothing in it. Piper started out the manor without another word.
Prue said, "I just thought you like to know, she's being picked up by Leo." Patty said, "There is nothing wrong with that." Prue's expression changed and asked, "How come you and daddy overreact when Andy comes and pick me up for any sort of occasion?" Patty answered, "Because the two of you are at the point where hormones go skyrocketing. That's why."
"What are hormones?," 11-year-ols Phoebe asked her father. "something you don't need to know just yet," Victor replied.
Prue said, "Every time we get into this, we talk about hormones. Yeah, I know it's there, but that's not what leads to intercourses." Patty asked, "You want to bet? How do you suppose I landed with three of you?" Prue questioned, "Love?" She shrugged after that.
Phoebe asked, "What's a intercourse?" Victor stood up a little bit uneasy and said, "Okay, Phoebe. Let's get to school." Phoebe grabbed her book bag and left with her dad.
Patty said smoothing out her daughter's long hair that was tied up in pigtails, "I'm only looking out for you, Prue. At one point or another you'll be happy that I did." Patty kissed her daughter's cheek again when another car honked outside. "Have a good day, sweetie," Patty said as Prue grabbed her cheerleading bag and books.
She bounced down the steps of the manor to Andy who was leaning his back against his car waiting for her. Prue threw her arms around him, and he kissed her lips softly.
Andy ask, "How are you this morning?" "I'm fine," Prue answered. Andy said, "You sure are." Prue giggled and jumped into the car as Andy made his way to the driver's seat.
While they were on their way to school Andy came to the subject that Prue been questioning for so long. "Where do you think were going with this Prue?," Andy asked keeping his eye on the road. Prue hesitated to answer because she didn't think that he would actually ask her that just yet.
"Well, I don't know, Andy," Prue answered not too surely. Andy looked at her for a second and then turned his attention back to the road. "I need to know, Prue. Are we ready for the next level or what?," Andy asked. Prue asked innocently, "What level?" Andy replied pulling into the school parking lot, "You know were not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend. We barely go on a date." Prue said, "Andy, that's crazy talk. We always go out and do things together. What is it that's bothering you?"
Andy's expression changed and Prue felt worried. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I'm a couple years older then you, Prue," Andy tried to explain in the best way that he could. Prue said, "Yeah, that never effected our friendship before." Andy continued, "I'm ready for something your probably not ready for. The last thing I don't want to pressure you into is sex." Prue turned quiet and seemed to feel uncomfortable.
Finally she had said something. "I know what I'm doing with you Andy, and I know where this relationship is going. Don't worry about it," Prue insisted smiling. Andy leaned over and kissed her gently. she felt like she could melt into that seat.
Prue didn't know what she was getting herself into to, but she could handle whatever that comes her way. She could, couldn't she?