So.....I finally decided to update this story. I have a friend of mine to thank because we had a Charmed marathon the other day :D
Disclaimer: I own my OC's, but nothing else
Paige walked into the restaurant. It was pretty much empty, although there were a few employees doing things around the room. She looked around the room for Piper, but didn't see her. She headed towards the kitchen door, knowing she'd been in there. She saw Piper was on the phone and stood by the door quietly.
"Chris are you sure you can't find it?" Piper asked. "Well look around the desk." She listened. "You found it? Where?" She listened again. "On the floor? Do I want to know how it got there?" Paige smirked, remembering the times the P3 office was used for something besides paperwork. "Uh huh sure son. I just hope you didn't hurt your girlfriend at all. That desk has some sharp edges." Paige laughed quietly, knowing Chris was probably turning a very bright red. "Alright, try not to lose anything else. Bye Chris." Piper sighed as she hung up the phone.
"Kids these days, huh?" Piper spun around as Paige spoke.
"Paige!" She hugged her younger half-sister. "How long have you been here?"
"I heard most of your conversation with Chris," Paige said. "It's amazing what things pass down from parents to children." Paige gave Piper a look and Piper rolled her eyes.
"Well I'm pretty sure I've scarred Chris," Piper said.
"The boy fights demons," Paige said in a quiet voice. "He'll live." Piper smirked.
"So it's been awhile since we heard from you," Piper said.
"I know," Paige said. "The summer was chaotic with Henry Jr. transferring to the University of San Francisco and Pamela and Peyton wanting to go to a normal high school."
"Well you can't blame them," Piper said. "They've gone to magic school their whole life."
"I know," Paige said. "I mean Henry didn't mind until he started thinking about colleges and the twins were complaining that it wasn't fair that they had to go to magic school while their cousins got to go to normal public high school."
"I think you need to explain to your kids that being a Halliwell gets you far from normal," Piper said.
"I've tried," Paige said. "But the twins are stubborn."
"Much like their parents I see," Piper said, only to receive a nudge from Paige.
"But maybe we could have a family dinner tonight," Paige said. "Since we missed Mel's birthday."
"That sounds great," Piper said. "I'll call Phoebe and see if they want to come as well."
"The whole family under one roof," Paige said with a smile. "Just like old times." Piper smiled as well.
"So did you find those papers?" Wyatt asked as Chris came out from the office.
"Yeah," Chris said.
"And where were they?" Melinda asked as she handed Wyatt cups to dry.
"On the floor,"
"How did they get on the," Melinda stopped as she realized the answer to her own question. "Ew." Chris rolled his eyes as Wyatt laughed.
"I thought you were over the whole me and Izze thing," Chris said.
"No it's not that," Melinda said, starting to giggle. "It's just I'm pretty sure our parents have used that desk for the same thing."
"Oh god!" Chris said covering his eyes. "Must you give me those mental images?"
"Psh like you haven't walked in on mom and dad before," Wyatt said.
"No I haven't," Chris said. "I think I need to go wash my eyes out with soap."
"Chris you have serious problems," Melinda said.
"Well excuse me if I'd rather not think about our parents doing it," Chris said. Melinda gave her oldest brother a look who just rolled his eyes at the middle siblings' antics. The door opened and Izze came in quickly.
"Hi guys," She said nervously.
"Hey Izze," Wyatt said.
"What's up?" Melinda asked.
"Nothing," Izze said. Melinda gave her a look. "What?"
"We've been best friends forever," Melinda said. "You really think I can't see that you're lying."
"Am I really that transparent?" Izze asked.
"Only to me," Melinda said. "Now spill."
"Uh well," Izze began but bit her lip. "We have a problem. Well not really we, more you."
"Iz could you please stop rambling and get to the point?" Melinda asked. Izze sighed.
"Carter showed up at my house this morning," Izze said. Melinda tensed up and a dark look spread across both of the male Halliwell's faces.
"I hope you told him to go to hell," Melinda said coldly.
"Well kind of," Izze said. "He was very adamant, like border line begging."
"What did he want?" Wyatt asked. Izze was about to speak when the door opened. Carter entered the club and slowly walked down the stairs.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Melinda asked coldly.
"Mel I," He began but she cut him off.
"Are you here to offer some cheesy apology?" Melinda asked sarcastically. "About how sorry you weren't there when we needed you? Carter we had just graduated high school and then Izze's mom died, and where were you?" Carter looked down at the floor. "You were gone. You left without saying a goodbye but left us letters." Melinda reached her breaking point. "You broke up with me in a 'Dear John' type letter." Carter looked up.
"Mel I," He started again, but was this time cut off with Melinda's hand slapping him across the face.
"Get the hell out," Melinda said. "And stay away from us."
"Mel please," Carter said. Chris and Wyatt stepped in front of Melinda.
"I believe our sister told you to leave," Wyatt said.
"Guys please," Carter said stepping forward. Chris shoved him back.
"You try that again I will beat you down into a bloody pulp," Chris said, threateningly.
"Izze please help me," Carter begged. Chris finally had it and punched Carter square in the jaw. Carter stumbled to the floor. Wyatt put his hand up to stop Chris from attacking Carter.
"Get out of here," Wyatt said. "Before I let Chris rip you to shreds." Carter slowly stood up and started to leave.
"I won't give up," Carter said. "I came back for a reason." And then he left. As soon as the door shut, Melinda broke down.
"Why now?" She asked, as she began to cry. "Does he not know what we went through?" Izze pulled Melinda into a hug.
"It's okay," Izze said as Melinda cried into her shoulder. "It's going to be okay."
"Mom!" Phoebe Halliwell's eyes snapped open. She had been working on her column but had dosed off. Paulina, Phoebe's youngest daughter, was standing in the doorway. Paulina was sixteen years old, making her the youngest of all her cousins. She was also the most like Phoebe at that age, which concerned Phoebe greatly. "I'm home."
"I got that from your loud entrance," Phoebe said, rubbing her eyes. "How was school?"
"It was whatever," Paulina said.
"And could you elaborate by whatever?" Phoebe asked.
"The teachers taught boring stuff and us students listened," Paulina said. "By the way, there's a message from Aunt Piper on the machine."
"What did it say?"
"She invited us over for dinner," Paulina said. "Aunt Paige and all them are back in town."
"Well that's great," Phoebe said. "Go call Parker and Pilar and be ready soon ok?"
"Whatever," Paulina said leaving the room. Phoebe sighed and lay back down on her pillow. Her eyes closed and she began to dose off. When she opened her eyes again, she was met with the sight of her husband next to her, his head propped up on one arm.
"Hi there," Coop said. "Tired?"
"Yes," Phoebe said. "I've been backed up with work. I have the column and they want another book. Why is love such a tiring topic?"
"You really want me to answer that?" Coop asked.
"No," Phoebe said. "Because you'll delve into some elaborate answer and I'll just end up falling asleep." Coop smirked.
"Well you have to get up anyway," Coop said standing up. "Because we have to head over to Piper's." Phoebe sighed and stood up. She went to grab her keys but Coop scooped them away from her hand.
"Hey," She said.
"I'll drive," Coop said kissing Phoebe's forehead. They walked into the living room where there three daughters were sitting. Their oldest Parker, was twenty two years old. She was sitting scribbling into a small notebook. Parker was interested in writing, but unlike her mother, was more interested in fiction. Pilar, the middle daughter, was nineteen. She was the artist of the family, which meant that most of her clothes had some form of paint spilled on it.
"Are we going now?" Paulina asked impatiently.
"Yes," Coop said. "Not that you have anywhere to go." Coop gave his daughter a look and Paulina rolled her eyes.
"Yeah because neither of you will teach me how to drive," Paulina began. "And I didn't inherit that nifty little power that you have that allows me to flash to different places."
"None of us did genius," Pilar said as they exited their house. "But I guess Parker could be consider the closest with the cupid powers."
"Just because I'm a writer?" Parker asked as they all got into the car.
"No because you write sappy love stories," Pilar said.
"At least people understand what I write," Parker said. "I have no clue what your paintings are supposed to mean."
"Because you can't see the depth to my art," Pilar said.
"I think you're both being stupid," Paulina said. Parker looked over at Pilar and then they looked at Paulina. Paulina was, inconveintly, sitting between the two.
"Hey Pilar," Parker said. "What did you have for lunch?"
"A Paulina sandwich!" The older sisters shouted, before squishing Paulina between them. Paulina squealed and tried to break free.
"Mom, Dad!" Paulina squealed.
"Girls play nice," Phoebe said. "Oh god, I just sounded like Grams." Coop smirked at his wife as they pulled up to the manor.
"Okay enough," Coop said. "We're here." Parker and Pilar got out of the car and Paulina dashed out after them.
"I'm going to kill you two," Paulina said. Coop put a hand on her shoulder.
"No we're going to go inside and have a nice family dinner," Coop said. "No food fights."
"Yeah," Phoebe said. "Piper's still mad she has to get the grandfather clock fixed again."
"Aunt Piper should just throw it out," Pilar said. "You guys have that thing fixed way too often."
"Yes we do," Phoebe muttered as she rang the doorbell.
"Pamela!" Peyton screamed as she banged on the bathroom door. "I really need to go to the bathroom!"
"Just a second," Pamela said, from inside.
"How many times do you need to apply that lipgloss before it's freaking perfect?" Peyton asked sarcastically.
"Well you just messed me up," Pamela replied. "Guess I'll have to start again!" Peyton sighed furiously and walked down the hall to her parents room.
"What's up Peyt?" Her dad asked.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Peyton asked. "Miss Princess down the hall is taking forever."
"Sure go ahead," Henry said. He headed down the hallway. "Pamela get out of the bathroom." The door opened and Pamela stepped out. She peered back in and flick her hair before exiting. Peyton came down the hallway.
"She is the reason why I need my own bathroom," Peyton said. "No normal person should spend that much time in front of a mirror."
"I was putting on make-up," Pamela said nonchalantly.
"We're going to Aunt Piper's!" Peyton shouted, still annoyed. "You don't need to look like a cake face!"
"At least I care how I look," Pamela said heading down the stairs. Peyton was about to respond when Henry placed his hand over her mouth.
"Pamela apologize to your sister," Henry said.
"But,"
"Now," Henry said sternly.
"Fine sorry Peyt," Pamela said.
"Now your turn Peyton," Henry said.
"Sorry Pamela," Peyton said. The two girls stood in the main hallway, with their arms crossed looking away from each other. The door opened and Paige and Henry Jr. entered.
"What a welcoming sight," Henry Jr. said. "My sisters in the aftermath of a fight. Lemme guess, bathroom?" The two girls nodded, still not looking at each other. "You two should stop with the pouting and being mad at each other. Unless of course you'd like mom and dad to go into about how lucky we all are that we have siblings to grow up and fight with." The twins sighed and hugged each other.
"Nicely handled," Paige said, patting her son on the shoulder. "You'll make a great whitelighter." Henry Jr. rolled his eyes.
"Can I make it through college first mom?" Henry Jr. asked sarcastically.
"Okay," Paige replied in the same sarcastic tone. "Well we better getting over to Piper's."
"I wonder what Aunt Piper made for tonight," Peyton said.
"Probably everything she could think of," Henry said. "Your aunt knows how to cook up a feast."
"I could use that," Henry Jr. said. "The dining hall food sucks."
"College food tends to be bad," Paige said as they all got into the car.
"Isn't what you learn at college supposed to be the important thing?" Pamela asked.
"Well yeah," Henry Jr. said. "But having a nasty lunch isn't fun."
"It's not like you need to eat that food," Peyton said.
"Can I ask why we're having this conversation?" Henry asked. "It doesn't seem to have a point."
"When do our children's conversations have a point?" Paige asked.
"Hey!" All three children shouted from the backseat. Paige and Henry both smirked as the car pulled up to the manor.
"Okay," Henry said as they got out of the car. "Offended faces off, happy faces on."
"Dad it was stupid when we were kids," Peyton said. "What makes you think it's any different now?"
"You and Pamela bickering is silly," Henry said. "But you two still do it anyway."
"Dad one," Henry Jr. said. "Peyton zero. Peyton would you care to respond to up the score?"
"I'm going to kick you in the teeth," Peyton said as Paige rang the doorbell.
"No one is going to kick anyone in the teeth," Paige said. Peyton began to respond but Paige stopped her. "Even if he can heal himself." Peyton crossed her arms and frowned as the door opened.
