Hey everyone! Sorry for the long delay. The person I bought the charger from ripped me off so I had to order from someone else and open a case on the other guy. It should still take a couple of weeks, but I'll try to get updates up faster. Promise. Okay one quick note before you guys start reading... I skipped ahead two weeks, so now we're at the final day of the first month. It's just cause I needed to get this going. We're only half way through at this point. Gracie still has to make an appearance and Sam still needs to try to get her parents together. Oh and not to mention, she still has no idea Wyatt's dating Candi.
One more thing, the song used in the car ride is 'Going to the Mall' by: The School Gyrls. I love that song, it's addicting, but I may or may not have messed up the lyrics. Listening to a song 50 times kind of messes with you. So I suggest you listen to the actual song. Just look up "School Gyrls- Going to the Mall (With lyrics) by Thaadjoy". I know it's a long thing, but they're the only person that actually has the real video. The others don't have good sound quality. Oh and the video doesn't belong to me. :P Okay, that's it, enjoy reading.
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Eaglewind13- Okay, let me just say, that your review made. my. day. I was seriously in happiness shock. Thank you for your kind words. As for learning Safe and Sound on the guitar, good luck with that. I love that song. At first I didn't, but it grew on me. Thanks again for your review. I'm still smiling about it. 3
Nicole- Yup, I wanted her to get along with all of the guys. It seemed a little mean to excluded Chris from the love-fest. Ooh yeah, the secret's finally out and don't worry, her mom will find out. Ooh, and a little spoil alert: she's going to be pissed! P
Lizardmomma- Yeah, I had planned for them to bond over music from the beginning, so when I heard Safe and Sound the whole thing just sort of played out in my head. I'm glad you liked it and thank you. :D
babycakes10121- So, I planned out the next two chapters within minutes of uploading 'Yogurtland' and the meeting with Piper and the family was my first priority. So when I read your review, I started laughing and I told my little sister that we thought a like. hehe. Unfortunately, the reunion isn't going to happen in this chapter. Read the author's note at the bottom to find out the reason. Thank you for your review. It makes me happy. =]
Disclaimer: I haven't been putting this up and I think that's bad, so here it is: I DO NOT own anything but the OC's and the crazy weird ideas floating in my head.
Ch. 10: C.C Halliwell
Nobody's POV
With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes.
Wyatt woke up with a start. He had fallen asleep talking to Candi the night before so the ringing was twice as loud with the phone right next to his ear. He shot up into a sitting position and fumbled around, looking for his phone. It had shifted down the bed, towards his butt.
When you walk away, nothing more to say, See the lightning in your eyes, see 'em running for their lives,
He felt around until his fingers touched the phone. He picked it up and pressed the answer button without looking at the caller id.
"Hello?" He said into the speaker.
"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell!" A woman's voice filtered in through the reciever, making Wyatt flinch visibly. "What the hell is going on?"
"Uh, h-hey m-mom." He managed to stutter out.
"Don't you 'hey mom' me! Answer my question."
"What was the question?" He said with a nervous chuckle.
"What's going on? Why am I staring at ten different magazines with you and a girl on the cover?" She yelled.
"Well-"
"And why do they all say that she's your 'bastard daughter'?"
"I can explain-"
"Explain it then. Fast."
"Well, you see mom," Wyatt started. "When a man and a woman love each other-"
"Wyatt! Don't start with me."
Wyatt sighed. "Fine. Do you remember Gracie?"
"Gracelynn? Yes, why?"
"Well, a couple of months before she left, we... you know."
"You didn't." Piper said. "You didn't use a condom either, did you?"
"Yeah, we did. And yes I did. I'm not stupid. It must have ripped."
"So, she came to you now and told you everthing?"
"Yeah, well no. Just her daughter. Our daughter. Sam."
"Sam?"
"Yeah, her name is Sam. She came here a couple of weeks ago. Said that her mom had to go to Africa and that I needed to take care of her until she came back."
"And your sure she's yours? I mean she left so suddenly."
"Yeah, she's mine. My name's on her birth certificate and everything."
"It could be a fake. Did you get a DNA test done?"
"No, Jenny didn't think that would be good for the band's image."
"I don't care about the band's image. For all you know, she's just trying to get money out of you."
"No, she's not. Besides, she's leaving in a couple of weeks. Relax. I've thought of everything."
"No, you haven't. During all of this you neglected to tell me."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry mom."
Wyatt heard her take a deep breath and release it with a deep sigh. "Okay... When do we get to meet her?"
"Uh, I don't kow."
"Today it is then."
"What? No. Mom I have to get her ready."
"Nonesense, she's old enough to do that on her own."
"I meant ready to meet the crazy, that is our family." Wyatt muttered.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Piper deadpanned. "Come on, we're not that bad. Besides today is perfect. We're having a family gathering and I want you all to be here. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."
"Fine, what time?" Wyatt sighed.
"Three o'clock." Piper said, happily.
"Alright, we'll see you then."
"Okay, I can't wait, love you!"
"Love you too, mom."
"Bye, Honey."
"Bye." Wyatt said, hanging up the phone. He placed the phone on the night stand next to his bed and sighed. 'Great.' He thought. He wasn't ready to face his whole family and he sure as hell didn't think Sam was ready. Wyatt looked over at the clock on the night stand and saw that it was only nine. Might as well get up and get ready. He had promised Sam that he would take her to the mall. Well, him and the guys. Chris included. Surprisingly enough, Sam and Chris had gotten extremely close in the span of a week, having bonded over their love for writing and playing music. Sighing once more, Wyatt stood up and threw on a pair of black sweatpants and a white wife beater, mentally reminding himself to get more since most of them mysteriously ended up in Sam's closet. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he left his room.
Wyatt walked down the hall towards the living room. He frowned when he heard what sounded like giggling. He didn't think anyone was up yet. As he walked closer, the giggling got louder. Finally, he made it to the living room, where he found Sam laying down on the floor, on her stomach, giggling. In front of her, the four ducklings were sitting on the rug. He moved closer to see what she was giggling about, effectively making his presence known. Sam turned her head to look at him and smiled.
"Wyatt, come here!" She saidm excitedly. Wyatt walked over the rest of the way and sat on the couch next to Sam and the ducklings.
"Okay, I'm here."
"Lookit!" She said, turning back to the ducklings. "Old McDonald had a farm, ei, ei, o. And on that farm he had four duckies, ei, ei, o. With a-" She paused and the ducklings all quacked twice together.
"Here, and a-" quack. quack.
"There. Here a-" quack.
"There a-" quack.
"Everywhere a-" quack. quack.
"Old McDonald had a farm ei, ei, o." She finished and giggled. "Isn't that cute?" She asked, turning to look at Wyatt.
Wyatt smiled and nodded. She was an animal whisperer. "How long have you been up?"
"Huh?" Sam asked. She had turned back to the ducklings and had been cocking her head to either side, making the ducklings mimick her. "Oh, about an hour. I took out the trash, finished the laundry and taught the TMND's how to sing."
"Huh. Productive hour." Wyatt said, watching her interact with the ducklings.
"Yup. I didn't know what time you were going to wake up, so I haven't made breakfast yet. Sorry."
"It's okay. I'll make it. You haven't tasted my cooking yet." Wyatt said, standing up.
"From what Uncle Chris and the guys told me, I'm lucky." Sam said and laughed at his shocked expression.
"Ha. Ha." He said, flatly. "I can hold my own. Thank you very much." Wyatt said, crossing his arms.
Sam giggled. "Whatever you say, Wy." She sat up. "Need any help?"
"No, it's okay. You just relax. Let Pappa Bear handle everything." Wyatt said, pointing at himself. Sam giggled and shook her head.
"Alright, Pappa Bear, Just try not to burn the house down." She called out as he walked into the kitchen.
"One time!" He exclaimed. Sam giggled again, before looking back down at the ducklings who were now trying to climb into her lap.
Sam's POV
"Yum!" I said, as I chewed the food in my mouth. "Uncle Chris, your cooking is amazing!"
I took another bite of my bacon and sighed. I loved bacon. So, after Wyatt had gone into the kitchen he started cooking, it was going good, you know, until something distracted him and the eggs he was making caught fire. I was out in the living room, playing with the TMND's when the smoke alarm went off. It took us ten minutes to put out the fire, shut off the fire alarm and get all the smoke out. That's when Chris and the guys came in. I told them what happened and Chris got to work while Wyatt, Trey and Blake helped me look for the ducklings. All the noise made them run off. We looked around for awhile until we finally realized that they were hiding under the single's couch. So now we were all sitting down finishing up our food. Which was amazing I might add.
"Thanks." He said, taking a sip of his coffee.
"I could've done it." Wyatt grumbled beeside me. I glanced at him and smiled, he looked like a sulking kid.
"It's okay, Wy. Next time." I said, patting his hand and trying not to laugh.
"He really is a decent cook, though." Blake told me.
"I know. There had to be a reason he survived all these years alone." I agreed with a smile. "You know, besides Carla."
"Watch it, kid." Wyatt said, nudging me. I looked at him and shrugged.
"I'm just calling it like I see it, C.C."
"C.C?" He asked, confused.
"Yup." I said, popping the 'p'. The guys stared at me in confusion, but I didn't explain. I just ate the last of my breakfast.
"Alright, are we ready?" Blakes asked. He sounded like he was asking everybody, but he was looking directly at me. I was the last one to finish.
"Uh, yeah, let me just go get dressed." I said, taking a final sip of my cherry coke and standing up.
"Alright, we'll wait for you in the living room." I heard Wyatt call after me as I ran out of the kitchen and to my room. I closed and locked the door behind me and went to my drawers. I pulled out a pair of white wash jeans and a loose white blouse with a peace sign on it. I quickly changed and fluffed out my hair a bit. I had sprayed it with sea salt water earlier in the morning so now it was in pretty beach waves.
After that, I put on my black and white checkered ankle-high high tops, my layered baby blue bracelet, and Troy's necklace. Then I grabbed my messenger bag, sunglasses, and phone, whom I also named C.C and walked out of the room.
When I reached the living room, I saw the guys sitting on the couches watching some basketball game on the T.V. I also noticed that each one was holding one of the TMND's. I knew they were too cute to resist. They had gotten a little bigger since their first day here, but not too big. One of the teams scored a basket and the guys cheered. They cute thing about it? The TMND's flapped their little wings and quacked along with them.
"Okay, I'm ready." I announced as I walked to the door. I heard the guys stand up and make their way towards me, with one stop of course. I opened the door and we walked out. I walked a bit behind them since I didn't know who's car we were going to take. I was pretty sure it wasn't Wyatt's; we would be too crowded in there, even with the top down.
"Uh, who's car are we taking?" I finally asked. We had already passed Wyatt's corvette.
"We're taking Chris' car." Wyatt said. I nodded and caught up with them.
"I call shot gun!" Trey yelled as he pushed past Wyatt and Chris. It only took Blake all of three seconds to jump into action and catch up to Trey. I shook my head and laughed. Boys and their toys. I moved so that I was in between Chris and Wyatt and looped an arm with each of them.
"So, what kind of car do you drive?" I asked, Chris. All four of their cars were parked in the drive-way and I realized right then and there that I'd never really seen their cars.
"The blue one." He said, pointing at his car. I looked it over and nodded.
"Audi A6. Nice." They both looked at me like I had grown another head. "What?"
"You know cars?" Wyatt asked me.
"Uh, somewhat. Troy, grandpa and Joe are always going on and on about cars." I saidm stopping in front of the back door. Trey and Blake were still fighting for shot gun. That is until Wyatt pushed past both of them and climbed into the passenger seat. I giggled as Trey pouted like a little kid. Blake went around to the otherside and climbed in. I opened the door and climbed into the middle seat. Trey climbed in behind me and slamed the door closed.
"Hey, don't slam the door!" Chris scolded, looking at Trey through the rearview mirror.
"Sorry, dad." Trey said, rolling his eyes. I smiled and nudged him.
"Don't worry, uncle Trey. When I get a car you can ride shot gun all you want." I said, patting his hand. He smiled widely and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"And that's why you're my favorite niece." He said, happily.
"She's your only niece, T." Wyatt said. We had just pulled out of the drive-way and through the crowd of paparazzi. Now, we were driving down our block away from the house.
"That's why she's my favorite." He said again, kissing my temple. I giggled and poked his side. He removed his arm from around my shoulders. We drove in comfortable silence for a bit, until I decided to break it with a high-pitched squeal.
"What?" Wyatt asked, anxiously. I smiled and shook my head.
"Nothing. I'm just excited." I said, clapping. All four guys groaned and relaxed.
"Okay, new rule. No squealing, unless it's an emergency." Wyatt, said as Chris started driving again. He had slammed on the breaks in the middle of the road.
"Sorry." I said, giggling. Then after a bit I started to sing randomly. "Going to the mall, going, going to the mall. Going to the mall, going, going to the mall."
Trey joined in.
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going, going, going.
"Wait!" I said, pulling out my phone. I went into the music section and scrolled down. I always had a few instrumental songs on hand just in case I ever came up with lyrics that would go with them. I landed on a hip hop song and hit play.
"Okay." I said. So we started again. This time we rocked to the beat and did a little dance with our hands.
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall
Going, going, going.
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall,
Going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall,
Going, going, going.
"Gotta get brand new shoes and a bag," Trey started to rap all of a sudden. "I'm going to the mall to step up my swag, Wait 'till they see these pop star's sneakies, I swear, them squares wanna be me."
"We spending big cheese on pastries," I rapped. "Even if they want to, them haters can't hate me, Looking so fly, gotta get my nails done, Candy paint, neon, even bubble gum,"
"When we go shopping there ain't no stopping," Trey started again. "Best Friends, you know we get it popping, Do the dance, cash money, credit card, Do the dance, ch-ch-charge."
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going, going, going.
Going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going, going, going.
"Oh, we're going to the mall, And we gonna buy everything I want, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, I might buy it all. Gon' get it, yeah we gon' get it." I sang.
Trey joined in with me. "We gon' get it, yeah we gon' get it. See it and you want it, go ahead and charge it, Big money over here, yeah we gonna get it all."
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
oing to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
"Spending all my dough at the store, All my dough at the store. Need a few more dollars at the bank. Cause when I wake up I go straight to the mall, Yeah, give me that, give me that, I want it all." Trey rapped.
"I got my own stuff cause I'm miss independent, Got a part time job but I'm still full time spendin', They say I need to stop cold turkey, Right after thanksgiving, Everything's on sale, Oh I love retail. If you got a bargain, hit me on my e-mail, Time to get it started, this is for my females, Do the dance, cash money, credit card. D-Do the dance, ch-ch-ch-charge." I rapped the rest before we sang the last chorus.
I said we going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going, going, going.
I said we going to the mall
Going, going to the mall.
Going to the mall,
Going, going to the mall.
Going, going, going.
The song finished and Trey and I started laughing. Who knew we could both come up with lyrics on the spot. I didn't. Chris pulled into a parking space and turned off the car.
"Alright, we're here." He said, taking off his seat belt.
"Nice way to state the obvious, bro." Wyatt said. I could just see him roll his eyes.
"It's an expression." Chris said. We had all gotten out of the car and were gathering at the back to walk together.
"No, it's not." Wyatt said, shaking his head.
"Yes, it is."
"No, it isn't." At this point we were already walking towards the entrance of the mall. Chris and Wyatt were ahead of us, still arguing away. They changed the topic and somehow started arguing about who was worse growing up. I looked up at Trey and gave him a look.
"Are they always like this?" I asked him, curiously.
"More or less. They're not usually this immature." Trey answered.
"Yeah, that's usually our role." Blake said. I looked up at him and smiled.
"You guys are pretty childish." I said with a giggle.
"Hey!" They both exclaimed at the same time. I stuck my tongue out at them and ran towards Wyatt and Chris. Somehow, we had fallen way behind, since they were already at the door and Blake and Trey were only half way there.
"At least I didn't get caught with a girl in my room, half naked." Chris said, walking into the mall. Yup they were still at it. Wyatt let me go in before him.
"Yeah, well at least I didn't get drunk and start singing 'Man I feel like a Woman' at a party." Wyatt shot back.
"One time! That happened once. And I didn't start crying like someone."
Ooh, they were bringing out the big boy claws. Wyatt opened his mouth to say something else, closed it, then smirked.
"Well, I guess we can ask mom who was the worst at the family reunion today." Wyatt said. Chris' face was priceless. His eyes buldged out of their sockets and his jaw dropped. I broke out laughing. They both turned to look at me then. I couldn't help it. His face was hilarious.
"What's so funny, punk?" Chris said, narrowing his eyes at me in mock anger. I smiled up at him.
"Your face! You look terrified!" I said, giggling. He in turn scowled at me. I think I actually heard him growl. "Well that's not a pretty face." I muttered, smirking.
"Watch yourself, brat." He threatened, grinning.
"Alright, alright. Let's go before you guys start up again." I said, walking forward a bit. "Come on, We're wasting precious shopping time."
I took both Chris and Wyatt's hands and pulled them along towards the escalators.
Two hours and ten shopping bags later...
"What about this one?" I asked, walking out of the dressing room and stopped in front of the guys. They were sitting on the couches in the dressing room area. I heard a collective groan come from the band and smiled. Boys.
"Come on, Sammy. This is the twelfth outfit you've tried on!" Wyatt exclaimed. "It looks just as good as the others."
"Huh, I don't know." I said, turning around to face the full-length mirror behind me. I pursed my lips as I examined my reflection. I was wearing a wine colored silk blouse, a fitted black vest and dark blue skinny jeans. "What do you guys like about it?"
"Uh, it's, uh," The guys were stuttering and doing their normal nervous habits. Wyatt was rubbing the back of his neck, Chris was running a hand through his hair, Blake was rubbing his hands together and Trey was bouncing his right leg up and down, while looking around.
"Well?" I asked, amused.
"It's, uh, it, well," They all mumbled again.
"The colors!" Trey exclaimed, pointing at me. I smiled and nodded in approval. The guys smiled at me.
"Okay. What about them?" I asked, watching as their smiles dissappered.
"They're, uh, they're..." Trey stuttered. "Help me out here guys."
"They're beautiful!" Blake exclaimed, happily.
"Nice save." I said, smiling. "Alright, I'll take it."
"Yes!" "Finally!" They all cheered, standing up. I started walking towards my dressing room.
"I just have one more outfit." I mumbled over my shoulder. The collective 'Ugh!' I heard made me laugh. I pulled off the outfit I was wearing and put it in threw it out into the 'yes' pile. I quickly threw on the last outfit and sighed. This one was a little more edgier. I didn't know if the guys would agree to it, but whatever, I was going to take a chance on it.
I opened the door and walked back out, but the guys weren't there. I walked out of the dressing room area and into the actual store. I quickly spotted the guys standing by a rack of sunglasses. I fast-walked over to them. They were arguing about some basketball player so they didn't notice me at first. I stood there and waited for them to spot me. I was wearing a red and black plaid v-neck shirt that fit me like a dress; it ended a little below my waist. Under that I wore champange and black floral tights. The v-shape of the shirt was long and wide so the very tip ended a couple inches below my boobs, which made my black bra poke out and some cleavage show.
"What about this one?" I finally asked. They guys stopped arguing and turned to look at me. Three seconds. That's all it took for them to make up their minds.
"No way in hell!" They all yelled. I took a step back. They sounded pretty scary like that.
"Aw, come on guys. It's pretty." I said. Even though it was pretty reveiling, I loved it.
"No. My kid isn't going to be caught dead wearing that!" Wyatt said.
"It's not that bad, C.C." I whined. "Lookit! My hair covers a lot." I said, pointing at my hair.
At that moment, a group of guys were walking by the store. They stopped dead in their tracks as they noticed me. One of them wolf-whistled and the others howled. I smiled shyly and blushed. I only ever got that when I was Skye. That, and these guys were clearly in their mid-twenties.
Chris was the first on to snap his head around to see where the whistle came from. Then one by one, the other three turned around.
"Damn, baby. You're looking fine!" The guy that wolf-whistled called out. I blushed lightly.
"Yeah, I'd tap that!" One of the others called out, fist-bumping some of the others. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and bit my bottom lip. Was that suppose to be a compliment?
"Uh, thanks?" I answered, uncertainly. I heard shuffling beside me and got a glimpse of the guys getting in front of me, creating a semi-circle before something covered my face and I was being lifted.
"Nothing to see here, move along!" I heard Trey exclaim from next to me. So he was the one that picked me up. He had thrown me over his shoulder so my head was hanging next to his butt.
"Aw, come on!" I heard someone groan. I think it was one of the howlers.
"Nothing!" Trey exclaimed again as we made our way towards the dressing room area.
"Uncle Trey, really?" I asked. From what I could see, we had made it back to the dressing room area. Finally, he put me down and pulled off whatever it was that was covering me. He yanked open the door to a dressing room and shoved me in without looking. I turned around when I heard someone yell behind me. There was a half naked woman looking at me, terrified. I turned back to the door and pounded on it.
"Wrong room!" I yelled over the woman screams. She still hadn't stopped screaming. Trey opened the door and picked me up again, slamming the door behind me.
"Sorry!" I called out, hoping she wouldn't press charges. He walked to the next dressing room over and did the samething as the first time. This time, however, it was my dressing room. I stood there and huffed. Well. I smiled and shook my head. Guys.
I quickly changed out of those clothes and into my own. I picked up my messenger bag and phone and walked out. They guys were standing in front of the entry way that led into the dressing room area. They looked like FBI agents. I walked up to them and cleared my throat. They turned around, surprised.
"You guys ready?" I asked.
"Yeah, let's go." Trey answered.
"Where's C.C?" I asked, curiously. I had just noticed that he wasn't there.
"He's paying already." Blake said, smiling.
"Oh, kay-kay." I said, nodding. I followed them to the front where Wyatt was picking up the shopping bags. I went over and picked up three of them. I only had them for a quick second before Wyatt took them from me.
"I can carry them you know." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's go." He said, gently pushing me out the door. We walked passed some random stores as I wrapped my hands around Wyatt's arm. His bicep was huge! He looked down at me curiously and I just smiled up at him.
"What?" I asked him.
"Nothin." He said, shaking his head. I shrugged and rested my head on his arm.
"You tired already?" He asked. I shook my head and looked up at him.
"No, not yet."
"Game Stop!" Trey exclaimed. I lifted my head from Wyatt's arm and looked over at him. He grabbed Blake by the collar of his t-shirt and dragged him into the video game store.
"I better go make sure Trey doesn't buy the whole store again." Chris said, rolling his eyes. He turned and walked in. I looked over at Wyatt and saw the indecision on his face. He seemed to be debating whether to go in or wait with me.
I sighed. "Go ahead." I said, rolling my eyes as he kissed my head and walked in. Boys.
I stood there, looking around. I really didn't want to go in there. It was packed and it looked like the band had been discovered, because they were being circled and were signing autographs. I was surprised actually. No one had really bothered us since we stepped foot in the mall. The paparazzi that had followed us there had been stopped at the door. Wyatt made sure of that. I guess gamers are different. I sighed again. Where should I go. I turned slowly in a full circle and stopped. Up on the second floor, there was a Hot Topic. I smiled and made my way towards the escalator.
I got up there and walked over to the store. It was pretty empty compared to every Hot Topic I'd ever visited. Those were always busy. I walked in and quickly noticed that there was no one here. Like nobody. Not even the workers. I could easily steal something and no one besides me would know. Well, me and you know, the security people watching the serveillence tapes. Anyway, I walked in and started looking around. I loved the skirts they sold, so I went over there first. I passed the girly merchandise for one of those new franchise movies that had just come out. I rolled my eyes and kept going, looking at the wall of t-shirts. I loved their shirts. They always had the best old shows on the front.
I walked sideways, reading each t-shirt on the wall.
"Ninja turtles. Ah! Monsters. Rocko's Modern Life." I mumbled to myself. "Invader Zim. The Angry Beavers. Chicken & Cow. Sailor Moo-ah!" I was cut off by the hard thing I collided with. I squealed as I lost my balance and tumbled to the floor. Mixed in with my squeal, I heard an 'oomph' and a groan. They didn't come from me. I couldn't see where it came from either considering the fact that there was now a t-shirt on my head, covering my eyes.
"Sorry. Didn't see you there." I heard a guy's voice say. I pulled off the t-shirt and saw the prettiest, light brown eyes, covered by shaggy black hair, starring back at me. The face surrounding the eyes was even better. Lightly tanned skin, dark eyebrows and soft lips made up his face. "Are you alright?"
"That's okay." I said, smiling shyly. "I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"No, yeah. I'm fine. I'm not the one that got hit with the box." He said, pointing at the big cardboard box sitting on it's side next to us. So that explained all the t-shirts in our laps. "Seriously, you okay? It hit you pretty hard." He said, looking at me worriedly.
"I'm fine. Really." I answered, smiling. I pointed at the shirts in my lap. "Although, I can't really say the same about your shirts."
"Oh no! My neatly folded t-shirts. What ever will I do!" He exclaimed, overdramatically. I giggled and shook my head. He chuckled. "It's fine. Nothing a little re-folding won't solve."
"Well, here. I'll help." I said, picking up one of the shirts from my lap.
"No, you don't have to do that. It's my job so I do, but you don't have to."
"I know, but I feel bad, you know, since I ran into you and all." I started folding the shirt when the logo caught my eye. "No way!" I squealed.
"What?" He asked, surprised.
"The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers! I'm taking this!" I annouced, turning the shirt and holding it up for him to see. I heard him chuckle, before the t-shirt was taken from me.
"I used to love them." He said, folding the shirt.
"Me too. My brother and I used to watch the show every saturday morning." I said, picking up another shirt and started folding it. When I finished, I put it in the box he had righted. Between the both of us, we had finished folding all the t-shirts and had them neatly stacked in the box. I left one out for me. I wasn't kidding when I said, I was taking it. The guy who's name I still didn't know, stood up and brushed himself off. I took the chance to check him out more closely. He was about 5' 10, medium build not too bulky. He was wearing a red and black plaid button-up shirt, black baggy skinny jeans, and black combat boots with the laces half done. He was definitely a rocker. He looked a little older than me too.
The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to about a couple of inches above his elbow. On his left inner forearm he had a Jack Sparrow tattoo, like the one Johnny Depp had. His left hand had four rings on it. One silver band with celtic markings on it on his pointer finger, and three smaller, stackeble ones on his pinky. I couldn't make out the markings though. I noticed his knuckles also had tattoos. Each one had a letter on it, though I couldn't read what they spelled.
He offered me a hand and I took it, descreetly looking at his name tag. It said, Wes. Huh, random. I stood up with his help and smiled at him. "Thank you."
"Your welcome." He responded. We stood there for a moment, me wondering why he was still holding my hand and him, well he was just smiling at me.
"Uh," I started, glancing down at our hands.
"Oh," He took the hint. He pointed at himself with his free hand. "Art."
"Uh, Music." I said, nodding. He looked at me funny.
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Wow, your parents must be weirder than mine." Now it was my turn to look at him funny. I would've been mad, but mom is pretty weird when you think about it and a rock star dad who's obsessed with cherry coke isn't any better.
"What do you mean?" I asked, curiously.
"Your parents named you 'Music'." He explained. "That's weird."
"My name's not music." I said, shaking my head. I was confused.
"Then why did you introduce yourself as Music?" He asked, he looked just as confused as I felt. That's when I understood.
"Oh! No! I said music, because you said art. I thought we were naming our favorite hobbies."
He studied my face for a long second, before chuckling.
"What?" I asked him.
"Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "Your cute."
"Oh, uh, thank you?" I said, blushing lightly.
"No, that's a compliment." He said. "Okay, so what's your real name?"
"Sam." I said. He had picked up my t-shirt and was now leading me towards the cash register. He got in behind the counter and I stopped in front of it.
"That's a pretty name." He said, winking at me. I smiled shyly. "Will this be all for you today?" He asked in an offical cashier voice.
"Uh, yeah." I said. "No wait!"
I ran over to the skirt section and grabbed the black and white plaid skirt I had liked. I took it over to the counter and smiled.
"Okay. Now that's all." I said. I glanced down when he chuckled and saw some pop rocks. "Ooh, and these too."
I grabbed eight packs of watermelon pop rocks and set them down on the counter. "That's it. I promise."
"Alright." He said, scanning everything.
"So, Wes. Do you like working here?" I asked as he folded the clothes. He looked up at me, confused.
"Who's Wes?" He asked me. I looked at him funny.
"I think that box hit me so hard, you felt it. That's your name." I said, pointing at his name tag and brushing my bangs out of my face. He looked down at himself and laughed.
"What?" I asked him.
"My name's not 'Wes'. I forgot my name tag at home so I borrowed this one from the last shift." He explained. "You know, I think that box really got you. You're sort of bleeding." He reached out and mover my bangs higher and brushed his other hand over my right eyebrow. I hissed, that stung.
"Yup. You have a little cut right there." He mumbled, looking down at me.
"Is it really bleeding?" I asked him, reaching up and touching the cut. I hissed again. That really stung.
"No. It's just red. Like the blood tried to come out, but dried instead." He said softly. He leaned in a bit towards me and I bit my bottom lip.
"There you are!" We both snapped our heads over to the entrance where the voice came from. Wyatt and the guys were coming in. Wes, uh, no, not Wes. Yeah, Not Wes dropped his hands from my face and pulled back, turning back to the cash register. "Why didn't you answer your phone?" Wyatt asked. He sounded anxious and angry.
"You called?" I asked him. I pulled out C.C and checked. Oops. I had five missed calls. "My bad."
"Yeah, your bad. You had me worried, kid." He said, nodding.
"Let's go. I'm starving." Trey whined. He came up to me and took my hand, pulling me away.
"Wait!" I pulled him back. "I still gotta buy my stuff."
"Oh. Sorry, but hurry." He said, letting go of my hand. He walked back to where the guys were standing, which wasn't very far I might add and laid his head on Blake's shoulder, pouting. I turned back to Not Wes and smiled.
"Sorry, about that." I said.
"It's okay." He said, with a chuckle. "My mom's the exact same way."
I smiled and nodded. We stood there looking at each other for a bit before I broke the silence.
"So, uh," I started, pointing at the bag.
"Oh, right. That'll be $11.58." He said, reading the numbers on the register. I frowned. That didn't sound right. I know for a fact that that skirt was at least twenty bucks.
"That doesn't sound right."
"No, it's right."
"But the skirt-"
"Discount."
"What?"
"Employee discount. They come in handy."
"Yeah, but I'm not an employee."
"No, but you helped me with the shirts. It's the least I could do." He explained, grinning.
"You didn't have to do that, but thank you." I said, smiling. I didn't feel when Wyatt came up behind me, but he did. He slammed down a fifty dollar bill onto the counter. I looked up at a pissed looking Wyatt.
"Keep the change." He deadpanned. I looked back at Not Wes in shock. He just smiled at Wyatt and nodded once.
"Let's go." Wyatt said, taking my hand and the bag and leading my out. I turned to look at Not Wes and gave him a 'sorry-my-dad's-a-bipolar-weirdo' look.
"Sorry." I mouthed to him. He only shook his head and smiled. That's the last thing I saw, before completely exeting the store. The guys were right behind us. I let Wyatt pull me a little more down the walk-way before stopping. He felt the tug of my abrupt stop and turned to look at me.
"What?" He snapped. I was taken aback. I didn't think he would actually be mad.
"T-the food court's this w-way." I stuttered, pointing in the direction behind me. He dropped my hand and started the way I pointed. I watched him walk by me and push past the guys. I looked at them. They looked just as confused as I felt.
"What are you guys waiting for!" Wyatt snapped. I jumped a bit before fast-walking over to them.
At the Food Court...
We got to the food court and stopped. Mostly, because Wyatt had stopped and was now looking at us.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Uh-whatever you want." I said. I was still in shock at his change of attitude. He studied my face for a moment before sighing.
"Seriously, what do you want?" He asked, more softly this time. I still sounded mad.
"Uh, Tommy's." I said, pointing towards the restaurant. Wyatt nodded and started towards the place.
"I'll go talk to him." Chris said with a sigh. He jogged over to Wyatt and put his hand on his shoulder. I walked along with the guys. We got in line a couple of feet behind Wyatt and Chris and waited.
"You like, Tommy's?" Trey asked me. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Yes! What kind of question is that?" I said.
"See, I knew you were related to me." He gushed, wrapping me up in a hug. I giggled and hugged him back. That's when I noticed that they didn't have the bags anymore.
"What happened to the bags?" I asked them.
"Blake and I took them to the car while Wyatt and Chris looked for you."
"Oh, cool."
"Yeah, you should've seen Wyatt. He was really freaking out." Trey said with a chuckle.
"He was?"
"Yeah. He was about to call 911, but Blakey here calmed him down."
"Is that why he's so mad?" I asked, looking at Wyatt's back. He was facing forward, but I could tell he was mumbling something to Chris who was nodding in understanding.
"No, I don't know why he's mad now."
"Okay, so I'm not going crazy." I said, before muttering, "His mood swings are killing me."
"What do you guys want?" Chris asked as he turned to look at us. We had just gotten to the front.
"Number one, no onions, no tomato, extra pickles on the side. Chili cheese fries and a cherry coke." Wyatt and I said at the same time. I looked at him, surprised.
"Okay," Chris said, slowly. "What do you two want?" He asked, looking behind me to Blake and Trey.
"The usual."
He nodded. "Okay, go find us a table." He turned back to the cashier and smiled. I started walking with Blake and Trey, but I still heard when Chris ordered. "Five number one's. Two with no onions, no tomato and extra pickles on the side. Two with no onions and no pickles. And one with no onions, extra cheese."
I heard him say something else, but I couldn't make it out. We were too far away already. We went to a random part of the food court and found an empty booth. We were on the oppiste side of the food court now and at first, I worried that they wouldn't be able to find us, but as soon as we settled in, a bunch of people came over and crowded the table. 'Addiction' fans. Now, it was easy to spot us. All they had to do was look for the screaming table. A couple of minutes and sixty autographs later, Wyatt and Chris were back with the food and drinks. The fans had all finally left.
"What took you guys so long?" Trey exclaimed.
"Screaming fans." Chris snorted. Wyatt slid in next to me and Chris next to him. Blake and Trey were on my other side. They were passing the food out. I sat there silently and waited for my food. When they gave me my food, I quickly unwrapped my chili cheese fries and ate one. I loved Tommy's! I could eat it everyday. We ate in silence for a bit before I decided to break it. I wanted to know why Wyatt was mad now.
"Hey, C.C?" I asked, softly. He looked down at me. "Can I ask you something?"
He ate a pickle and nodded. "Sure."
"What did I do?" He looked at me, confusion written all over his face.
"What do you mean?"
"What did I do to make you mad?" I clarified. He studied my face for a bit, then sighed.
"I'm not mad." He said, shaking his head. I nodded and bit my bottom lip, shifting my gaze to the side. I heard him sigh again. "Really, Sammy, I'm not mad. That guy? I-I didn't like it."
"What guy?" I asked, looking up at him in confusion.
"The guy at the register?"
"Not Wes?" I asked.
"I don't know. The guy that was behind the register."
"No. His name tag said Wes, but he said his name wasn't really Wes."
"You had a conversation with him?" He exclaimed. I nodded slowly.
"Well I guess you would after 'helping with the shirts'." Wyatt said, using quotations on the last part. I heard him, mumble something else that sounded a lot like, 'Is that what you kids are calling it now?', but I wasn't sure. I looked at him funny.
"Why are you using air quotes?" I asked, chuckling.
"Because I'm quoting the kid. And why are you laughing?"
"The kid has a name and I'm laughing because you're being ridiculous."
"I am not. My kid flirts with some random guy in front of me and I'm being ridiculous? What does that even mean, 'helping with the shirts'?"
"It means I was helping him with some shirts." I said, giggling. "I ran into him while he was holding a box of t-shirts and we fell down. The shirts went flying everywhere and I felt bad, so I helped him fold them again."
"Oh."
"Yeah, 'oh'." I teased him. "What did you think that meant?"
He stayed quiet and picked up a fry. I gasped. "You thought it meant something dirty didn't you?"
"No! I just didn't want you working. You don't need to." He said, before pointing at himself. "Rock star, remember?"
"Yeah, sure." I said, not believing him.
"I'm serious."
"Okay." I smiled.
"Really."
"I'm not arguing." My smile grew wider. Now the guys were all loking at him with a knowing look too. He looked around the table and sghed.
"Fine. Yes, I thought it was dirty, okay?" He finally said. "So sue me."
We all laughed at him. "Aw, C.C. Come on. Do you really think I would do that?"
"Well-"
"In a store?"
"I-"
"In public?"
"See-"
"With a complete stranger?"
"No I didn't." He said. I smiled up at him.
"See, now was that so hard?"
"Don't sass me, kid."
"We didn't do anything. I helped him fold. He gave me a discount. No biggie."
"Good. He seemed like an alright kid." He said, nodding.
"I'm happy you said that, C.C. Cause he was really cute!" I squealed.
"No way in Hell!" All four of them exclaimed at once. I looked at them, shocked.
"Aw, come on guys!" I whined as we got up from the table. We had finished eating already and were getting ready to go back out there. Well I was ready. They were dying to get back home so they could play their new games.
"No!" They yelled.
"He's not that bad!"
Nobody's POV
"How am I suppose to know what to wear, if you just sprang this on me now?" Sam exclaimed from her spot in the closet. Wyatt had just informed her about the family gathering. They had just gotten home thirty minutes before after shopping all morning and he had just now found it the perfect time to tell her she would be meeting his family. That wasn't the problem though. The problem? They had to be there by three and it was already two fifteen.
"You heard me say it when we got to the mall." Wyatt called back.
"I thought you were kidding!" Sam yelled back. "Besides, I thought only you guys were going."
"Why would only we go? You're my kid. Of course I'd take you."
"Whatever. What do I wear?" She said, poking her head through the door.
"Uh, clothes?" Trey said, chuckling.
"Ah, ha ha. Very funny." She muttered, scowling at him. "I'm serious you guys, what do I wear?"
All four men were sitting on my bed, waiting for her to get dressed. She had freaked them out when she screamed and ran to her room after Wyatt told her about the reunion. And of course, they had all worriedly followed behind her. So now, they sat on her bed, worried that she might freak out again.
"Just wear what you normally wear." Wyatt said. He had already suggested she go with what she was wearing now, that didn't fly so well with her.
"I can't wear normal clothes. This is your family we're talking about!" She came out wearing a little black dress that she had just gotten earlier that day. She posed and waited for them to give their input. "What about this?"
"That's too fancy." Wyatt said.
"But it's simple." She said, looking down at herself.
"Simple, but still to elegant. We're not going anywhere fancy. Plus, most of them are going to be running around, playing."
"Fine, let me try on something else." Sam mumbled, turning to go back into the closet. She took three steps and froze; Wyatt's words finally sinking in. She turned to look at him, slowly.
"What do you mean by 'most'?" She asked, carefully.
"A lot of them like to play sports." He answered, slowly.
"How many is 'a lot'?" She tried again.
"Uh, well let's see." Wyatt said. He started muttering an equation under his breath while he drew invisible numbers in the air with his index finger. "Carry the one...39."
Sam's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard right. Did you say 39?"
"No, you heard right." He nodded. Sam nodded dazzily and walked back into the closet. 'Holy Crap' she thought as she stopped in front of her clothes. She didn't expect that. She thought it was only going to be his immediate family. Not the entire Halliwell clan. Three people she could handle, but 39? She shook her head to rid it of the thoughts and skimmed through her clothes. If she didn't think about it, she wouldn't freak out. It didn't work. Sam's mind was whirling. She didn't know how she was going to do this. The more she thought about it, the more nervous Sam got. Her hands started shaking as she slid some clothes down the pole. She absentmindedly examined a sweatshirt hanging there, holding it by the sleeve. What if they didn't like her? What if they saw her for what she really was? Wyatt's bastard.
The more she thought about it, the more Sam freaked out. She couldn't help it though. Her mind was on overdrive. Her breathing started to speed up and her grip on the sweatshirt's sleeve tightened. With all the worrying, Sam didn't realize that she was tugging on the sleeve too hard until it was too late. The sweatshirt along with the entire pole of clothing came crazhing down to her feet with a loud bang. Sam looked down at the mess, wide-eyed. Her breaths were jagged now; she was hyperventilating.
"Sam!" She heard someone yell from outside. Wyatt ran into the closet, followed closely behind by the others. He looked down at the mess then to Sam. He noticed the anxious expression on her face, the sweatshirt in her trembling hand, and most importantly, her erratic breathing.
"Sammy?" He called softly, gently grabbing her arms and turning her to look at him. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Sam's gaze turned to him and she shook her head, tears prickling her eyes.
"I...c-can't...breathe." She stuttered between gasps.
"Okay, calm down. Just try to breathe normally." He said, worriedly. Sam nodded and tried to do just that, but it wasn't happening.
"I... c-can't." She said, grabbing onto his fore arms as she fell to her knees. Tears started streaming down her cheeks; she was scared now.
"Guys get me some water and a damp towel. Hurry." Wyatt called out to the guys as he sunk down to her level. He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped her up tightly in his arms. It was clear now, she was having a panic attack and he knew how to deal with them. He had a lot of experience from when Chris would have his panic attacks in their youth. They were frequent up until high school. That's when they slowed down. Not that he didn't have them every once in awhile now. Sam rested her head on his chest. Her ear right where his heart was.
"Come one, honey, breathe with me." He said, holding her head to his chest. "In..." He took a deep breath in. "Out..." He let it out. He repeated it again, hoping it would help her. Sam tried to breathe with him, but was having trouble. Her breaths were coming in short gasps and her exhales were coming out in a wheeze.
"It's...not...w-working." Sam whimpered. "I'm going to die."
"No, you're not going to die. You just need to calm down."
"I-I...can't."
"Okay, just close your eyes. Come on, close them." Waytt said, glancing down at her. Sam closed her eyes.
"Good, now think of a wide, open field. The warm sun on your skin. The open, fresh air. Okay?" He instructed. Sam nodded slowly. She pictured the field with bright green grass and pretty flowers.
"Now, imagine your self taking a deep breath of that crisp clean air. Feel it fill your lungs." Sam did as she was told, her wheezing slowed down slightly.
"Good, that's good." Wyatt mumbled, softly. "Now, picture the TMND's waddling around at your feet and quacking their little quacks."
Sam let out a chuckle/sob. She was still crying, but her breathing slowed down a little more. She took in a deeper breath now and let it out shakily. I wasn't necessarily a regular breath, but it was getting there.
"That's it, baby girl. Just breathe." He cooed softly as he rubbed Sam's back. He was resting his chin on her head, so she could feel the vibrations of his voice. That along with the sound of his heart beat did the trick. Sam breathing slowed down before finally going back to normal. She sniffled and sighed, cuddling deeper into Wyatt's embrace. She always did that after one of her panic attacks. They weren't a common occurence, but when they did strike, she would cuddle into whoever was there at the time. It was almost always Troy.
"Is she okay?" Sam heard Chris ask from beside them.
"Yeah, she's breathing normally." Wyatt answered. Sam lifted her head and turned to look at Chris. He was holding out a glass of water to her. She closed her eyes and rested her head on Wyatt's chest again. She felt him shift and a second later the cup was touching her lips. Sam moved her lips away from the cup and shook her head.
"Come on, baby. Drink." Wyatt said, putting the cup close to her lips again. His voice still soft.
"No." Sam mumbled, burrying her face into his chest.
"Sammy, please. It'll make me worry less." Wyatt said. Sam sighed and unburried her face. He brought the glass to her lips and she took two small gulps before pushing the cup away, closing her eyes again. Wyatt handed it back to Chris and sighed.
Sam felt something cool and damp touch her forehead and brush down her cheek to her neck. It moved to the other side and came down that cheek and to her neck.
"So, wanna tell me what happened?" He asked after a moment. Sam shook her head and burried her face back into his chest. She was still sitting in his lap so she was pretty comfortable. Wyatt closed his eyes and sighed.
"Your killing me, kid." He groaned. He sighed again and stood up with Sam in his arms. He carried her bridal style past the other three worried-looking men, out of the closet, and to her bed. He sat down on it and settled her down next to him. Sam kept her eyes on the soft, blue comforter. "Come on, babe. Give me something."
"What if your family doesn't like me?" Sam mumbled, quietly.
"Is that what this is about?" He asked, surprised. "You're afraid your own family won't like you?"
"Well considering who I am...yeah. I'm scared."
"And who are you?" He asked, confused.
"Come on, C.C. I'm your bastard child. That's not really a good thing."
"Hey! I don't ever want you to refer to yourself that way again." He said sternly. "You are my daughter. Bastard or not. Got it?"
"Got it." Sam said, nodding once.
"Good. Now go get dressed, we're late." He said. Sam didn't move.
"What should I wear?" She mumbled. Wyatt chuckled and stood up, kissing her temple as he did. He walked to the drawers and riffled through them before pulling out one of his white wife beaters and some short shorts. He handed them to her and she lazzily took them.
"You go get dressed, I'll help the guys fix the closet." Wyatt told her. Sam nodded and went to the bathroom in the hall way to change all the while thinking about what she was about to do.
Okay, sorry if I'm really rambling today. I just needed to tell you guys a couple of things. First things first, I couldn't put the reunion in this chapter cause, well, the chapter was really long already. 10,353 words without the author's note. But worry not my dear friends, the next chapter will be dedicated completely to the gathering. Yay! Oh and this chapter is completely unedited, so I'm sorry if it's really really hard to read. Let me know of any mistakes I made I'm in the process of fixing the other chapters.
Okay, item number 2: As you read in the chapter, Sam is going to be meeting more than just Piper and Leo. I'm putting the characters I made for my new magic-filled story, which will include Prue and Andy, and their three kids. I may have made a mistake with the math because when it comes to math, I plain old suck.
Item number 3: Wyatt will be finding out about Skye. And soon. Within the next five or six chapters. I just need to get Gracie back in and settled into the story. Plus, we're going to see a lot of the teen pop sensation's side. Because as of now, the story is getting a lot like Hannah Montana where you only ever see Hannah in concert the first two minutes of the show and the rest is Miley Stewart's normal side of life. Don't get me wrong. I love Hannah Montana, but I think the show needed a little more Hannah or else just call it, Miley Stewart.
Anyway, that's it. End of ramble. Click on that little button and tell me what you thought. Did you love the mall scene? Hated it? What about the song? Was it too weird for Trey to rap about shoes and purses? Ooh and please, please, please let me know if you liked the little fluffy scene at the end there. I loved it, but then again that's only me. So tell me if you loved it or hate it and let me know if you have any ideas.