It was Sunday night and there was a big party on. It was the beginning of mid-term the next day, and all the cool kids wanted to celebrate with a bang. Because of her involvement with Matt, Phoebe was now officially a 'cool kid', and she was at present getting ready for her first 'cool' high school party.

"How do I look?" she asked Piper.

Piper looked up at Phoebe, who was wearing a pretty black strapless dress with matching shoes, both borrowed - without asking - from Prue. Her hair was twisted into a plaited bun with cute little beads and clips. Her make up was a look of sophistication, which Piper assumed had been what she was going for.

"Yeah, great," Piper told her half-heartedly.

"Oh come on, Piper," Phoebe sat beside her, "you're not still mad at me are you?"

Piper didn't reply.

"I said I was sorry, and I gave you your money back... I don't know what else I can do to make it up to you." Phoebe said, sadness evident in her voice. "Please, don't stay mad at me."

"I'm, I'm not mad Phoebe, I don't know what I am," Piper replied, "But I'm okay. And you do look great. You better go, it's getting late isn't it?"

Phoebe heaved a sigh and walked past Piper. She paused at the door and turned around.

"Piper?"

Her sister didn't move.

"Night, Piper," Phoebe left. She skipped down the stairs lightheartedly, trying to hype herself up and was almost at the door when a voice came from behind her.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Grams.

Phoebe turned around cautiously. "Uh... Louise's," she lied.

"Dressed like that?" Grams raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I don't think so."

Prue dashed down the stairs and swept past them, looking just as glamourous as Phoebe. "Night Grams, night Phoebe," she said as she reached the door. "I wont be back till late, but I've got my keys."

"Have fun, Prue," Grams smiled. Prue left. She was going to the same party Phoebe was planning on.

Phoebe's jaw dropped. "You're letting Prue go to the party just like that? Why not me?"

"I thought you were going to Louise's?" Sharp as an eagle, Grams always had been.

"Well, uh, it's... Louise's... party..." Phoebe faltered and tailed off.

"Phoebe, you're not going to this party," Grams said sternly.

It was so typical for Grams to let Prue do all the fun things. She was so the favourite. Grams treated her like a princess and let her do everything she wanted, why not Phoebe? It was so unfair.

"But-"

"Phoebe!" Grams snapped. Phoebe knew she meant business and that she shouldn't push further if she wanted to keep her head. At the look of sheer disappointment on her granddaughter's face, Grams went on to explain. "At these sort of parties, things go on which I just don't want you getting into. There'll be alcohol-"

"You still let Prue go."

"Prue's an adult. She knows her limits. She certainly knows the rules if she wants to continue living under this roof." Grams paused and sighed. "Phoebe, there'll be plenty of other parties for you to go to. When you're older. Just now I want... I want you to enjoy your youth."

'Young people go to parties,' Phoebe thought angrily. It looked as if Grams was about to go off on one of her reminiscent trips.

"Enjoy being young because, because you never know when you're going to suddenly have to grow up and take responsibilty. For your life. For other people's lives..."

What on earth was she talking about? Taking responsibility for other people's lives? Phoebe didn't have a clue.

Grams seemed to suddenly realise what she was saying because she blinked and seemed to shake herself a little.

"Run along now Phoebe, spend some time with Piper. I understand you two have some issues that need to be resolved."

Phoebe lowered her eyes and trudged past her grandmother, and up the stairs.