Thanks for all of the reviews :). I love seeing my inbox filled with reviews, and I was glad to see a few new pennames. :). Two people got the name of the song correct :). Congradulations! The song was Capricorn (A Brand New Name) by 30 Seconds to Mars. Yes, I know the artist isn't a surprise, hehe.
Review Responses -
Avi Halliwell - Hehe, I'm glad you're loving the relationship that is blooming...got to love when pairings forced themselves to be written. :P. Thanks for the review!
Stacey - Thanks :). And yeah, Skylar is gone, but not forever, she is someone important to Chris and Tyler, so they'll stay in contact :). Thank you for appreciating that I used musical terms. Considering I was in band for seven years, I hopefully should be able to use some musical vocabulary, it would be pretty disgraceful if I couldn't. :P. You were right, it was a 30 Seconds to Mars song like always. I don't know why but, a lot of their songs fit Chris, both in this story and to Canon Chris. Its kind of scary sometimes. As for Leo...-evil chuckle- I have things planned for that man. Thanks for your review!
Phoenix - Glad you like the relationship that is forming :) The scene were Samantha was giving the rest of the family a crash course in Pariah gossip, it was my favorite scene to write probably in that chapter. Thanks for your review!
Wesdrewlover - Hehe, well you'll find out about Piper's talk with Chris in this chapter :) And I'm glad you're liking the relationship between Chris and Tyler! Thanks for the review!
LoonyTLuna - First off, love your penname :). Seconds, I'm glad you gave my story a chance - since its a pretty outlandish idea, hehe - and I'm happy that you love it. Leo, oh Leo, what am I going to do with that man, hehe. And yes, you got the song correct :) So, PM me later on and you get a one-shot as an award. Give me a rough idea of a plot and I'll try my hardest to write it for you :). As for loving 30 Seconds to Mars, hehe. I'm an Echelon through and through. My friends are sick of me because I listen to them so much, :P. And I'm so jealous that you got to see them. I've been wanting to see them since I was introduced to them in 2007, and haven't found the time or the ability to see them yet. And don't worry about rambling :) I love long reviews! Well, thanks for the review, and I hope you continuing loving Pariah.
WARNINGS :
SLASH - Does this even need a warning anymore? I think all of you can see where Tyler and Chris are headed. Sometimes I wonder what this story would be like if I kept it the way I planned it, with Tyler being a woman, hmmmm.
SAPPY SCENE - Don't know if this needs a warning...-shrug-
FILLER - Nothing really exciting really happens in this chapter I guess, but important things do happen, again I guess...-shrug-. I guess what I mean to say is no Leo...he comes in next chapter...I think. :)
PEOPLE WHO GUESSED THE SONG CORRECTLY, DON'T FORGET TO PM ME WITH YOUR PLOT IDEAS :). ENJOY THE CHAPTER!
-Chapter Ten : Glacies Puteulanus-
Curled up on the booth, Chris idly sipped his coffee and looked at tour schedule. 89 pages of interviews, meet and greets, photo shoot and show encompassed 24 days of the tour. Chris had a good feeling that the packet was only grow in length. Just last night, two shows in Germany were added on. In three weeks, the VMA's and Pariah was scheduled to perform and they were up for 'Best Rock Video' again. 'The Kill' won last year and Chris was hoping that 'Edge of the Earth' will keep the reign going.
Sighing, Chris rubbed his tired eyes with his forefingers. Between meeting the new drummer and dealing with the press who wanted to know the real reason why Skylar left, Chris was lucky to get three hours of sleep. Glancing at the time, he frowned when he realized he still had a few hours before the first interview for the day. He knew he should treasure these relaxful minutes but he was so use to getting up and being on the run that sitting on the booth for an hour was proving to be rather stressful.
Hearing a soft groan, Chris's lips twitched upward. Tyler was awake. Chris flipped a page and scanned tomorrow's schedule. He wouldn't be able to relax tomorrow morning. He was booked from six in the morning until show time with only a thirty minute window for lunch. Chris glanced up from the packet when he heard the slider open up.
"Mornin'" yawned Tyler as he shut the slider, "How long have you been awake?"
"A few hours," answered Chris, his attention back on the schedule.
Tyler raised an eyebrow, "Did you get any sleep. I heard your cell go off a lot."
"I got enough," Chris replied, "Don't forget to take your potion,"
Nodding, Tyler opened a cabinet. It was filled with a rainbow of vials. Grabbing a blue one, Tyler shut it, "Did you take yours,"
Chris nodded as Tyler took his in one gulp. The red head grimaced and shook his head slightly. "Next time, can you try to make them taste better,"
Chris chuckled under his breath, "I'll keep that in mind. There might be a bit off coffee left it you want to wash out the taste,"
"Wow, Christopher Halliwell actually sharing his coffee, you must be in a good mood,"
Chris rolled his eyes before settling his attention back to the schedule. A few seconds later, he felt Tyler slip into the booth behind him. "Why are you looking at the schedule?" Tyler asked, his chin resting on Chris's bare shoulder.
"Trying to plan something," muttered Chris, "and you need to shave,"
"And what are you trying to plan?" inquired Tyler.
Chris smirked, "Well, I thought Aperio needed a music video"
Tyler's eyebrows rose, "Really? What song?"
"A Beautiful Lie," Chris answered, "I think we'll be able to fit it in before we go on tour again in the states before the festival tour,"
Tyler frowned, "You'll be editing while on tour,"
"Don't exactly have any other time to do it,"
"You nearly killed yourself the last time with sleep deprivation Chris!" Tyler softly exclaimed.
Chris shrugged and flipped a page, "hmm, we have three days off for the VMA's."
"Yes, that nice. What about you sleeping during editing? Am I going to drag you to bed like I did last time?"
"I didn't ask you to do it the last time," mumbled Chris.
Tyler snorted, "you wouldn't have slept any other way,"
Again Chris shrugged lazily, "I'll be fine Ty, don't worry about it,"
"I'll always worry about you,"
Chris exhaled heavily, "Tyler"
The red head shook his head and slid out of the booth, "I'm going to take a shower,"
Groaning, Chris rested his head on the table. This was the last thing he needed right now. He was on tour, his abuser was God knows where, Christmas was coming up in two weeks, and in March he would also like to start filming 'A Beautiful Lie', and on top of all of that, he had his family to worry about. The last thing he wanted was his best friend lusting after him.
Sitting up, Chris ran a hand through his hair. He thought he made it clear to Tyler that he didn't want a relationship again. Apparently not. He thought Tyler knew that Chris didn't want to risk their current relationship for a possible failing intimate one.
Chris clenched his eyes shut. Tyler was the only reason he was still sane. For five years, Tyler was the only one that could be himself. Even now, with the addition of a new drummer, they had to use their stage names while in the drummer's presence. Their Wiccan items were hidden, their potions were 'prescribed vitamins', and their family symbols were just cool symbols that they saw in the tattoo pallor.
A mask was firmly set on his face, attitude and life. With Tyler, they both could release the mask and it was refreshing knowing that they didn't have to check every word they said or every action they did. Being in the limelight was more tiring than it seemed. To Chris, being famous was just one big stressor that cursed a person to an early grave.
Leaning against the slick wall of the shower, Tyler closed his eyes. He resisted the urge to slam his hand through the tile. He couldn't believe he did that. He was suppose to be cool and not seem like Tyler still had feelings for the Halliwell that was sitting in the booth. The relationship ended a long time ago.
Tyler stood back from the wall and with his eyes closed he let the stream of water cascade down his toned body. His mind was telling his heart that Chris's and his relationship ended four and half years ago, but his heart kept telling him that Chris was the one was destined to be with. He hated the damn muscle.
Chris just got out of a relationship, not a serious one, but a relationship nonetheless. Out of respect, Tyler should be restraining himself more properly. Groaning, Tyler smacked his forehead on the shower wall. He screwed up.
He just hoped he could watch his behavior and hopefully, he could once again call Chris his boyfriend.
Tyler frowned as he opened the bus door with his hip. Not even in town for thirty minutes and Chris sends him out for groceries. It didn't help that they had an interview to go to in an hour. Setting the plastic bags on the table, Tyler looked around the sitting area, looking for the frontman. He heard the soft snores coming from the new drummer, meaning the guy was still passed out. It didn't matter, the guy was just there to take Skylar's spot in the concerts not to do interviews and photo shoots. That fell to just him and Chris now.
Hearing a thud in the bathroom in the back of the bus, Tyler rolled his eyes at the loud cuss word that left the Halliwell's mouth. Turning his attention back to the bus, the bassist started to put the groceries away.
"About time,"
Turning, Tyler's hand went slack and the canned green beans fell to the ground. "New hair style?"
Lifting the trimmed strands, Chris smirked, "Decided that just black was boring."
Tyler blinked as he held a few pieces of hair in his fingers, "blue?" He mused as he looked at the bright blue tips, "At least you kept the majority of it black," he said with a shrug.
Chris chuckled, "What? Do you think its too much?"
Still holding Chris's hair, he looked at the ice blue tips and laughed softly, "Nah. It needed a change. How much did you cut off?"
"A few inches, just to have it at mid-neck," answered Chris.
Tyler raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps one day, it will be brown again?"
Sighing, Chris lowered his head, "Maybe. I don't know. I'm so use to it being black."
"You know, technically, we don't have to wear eye liner anymore," Tyler said, his fingers still playing with the few stands of hair he still had, "Or dye our hair random colors. We could go back to the two normal looking brunettes again. You can get your hair cut back to that shaggy style you always had and I can have my short hair."
"Could we?" retorted Chris, "We've been this way for five years Ty. We can't just go from extreme goths to normal looking twenty year olds."
"Steps then," Tyler suggested, "And I'm twenty-one,"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Right. I'm sorry Mr. Twenty-one,"
"You'll be twenty-one in a few weeks. Which reminds me, what do you want to do for your twenty-first?"
"Pass out in my cot?"
Tyler frowned and gently tugged on Chris's hair, "Something fun."
"I don't know, I mean, I don't really want to go out drinking or anything." mumbled Chris.
Tyler smiled sadly, "I figured that much. Plus, your family probably would want you home, for both Christmas and your birthday,"
Chris nodded, "I don't know. We have a show the next night so its not like we can do it much,"
"Old time movie night?"
Shrugging, Chris replied, "Sure, why not? Haven't had one in a few months."
"That is if your Mom doesn't ask for you to come,"
"I could say no,"
Tyler narrowed his eyes slightly and tugged on the hair again, making Chris wince, "No. You go. She'll probably just have a small party in P3 or something."
Chris lightly sneered, "If that happens, you are coming with."
"Dark area, loud music, a bunch of people, alcohol to lower said people's inhibitions, mark me as going." Tyler answered with a grin and a loud chuckle.
Chris groaned, "I'm putting you on a leash."
"Ooh, even better."
"Tyler,"
"...Sorry,"
Setting down his fork, Chris quickly picked up his Blackberry and held it up to his phone. "Hello?"
"Hi Peanut,"
"Who is it?" whispered Tyler, who was seated across from him in the small restaurant.
"My mom," Chris answered, "Hey Mom, what's up?"
"Oh nothing," Piper replied. The high pitched drawled out words made Chris raised an eyebrow, his fork filled with salad freezing half way to his mouth.
"What is it?" Chris sighed, "You want to talk about something,"
"Wyatt just told the family something, and I just wanted to...talk to you about it."
"What? Did he get a girl pregnant or something?"
He heard Piper choke on something, a few coughs came from the other end of the phone, "No, Chris. Your brother didn't get a girl pregnant."
"Oh," muttered Chris as he popped a bite of salad into his mouth, "What is it then? I don't have a lot of time Mom. I have an interview to go to in fifteen minutes."
"You're Bi."
Chris blinked, "What?"
"You're bi. You like women and men. You're both straight and gay"
"Mom, I know what Bisexual means," Chris said, shaking his head slightly before glaring at the chuckling Tyler, "I thought you knew."
"No!" Piper exclaimed, "I mean- its not like I care, but it would've been nice to know that my son didn't mind sleeping with men before he brought home his boyfriend."
Chris rolled his eyes, "Mom, I have secret to tell you. I'm bi. Just thought you would like to know."
Chris heard his mother sigh, "Funny Chris."
"What? I just had my big coming out moment and you just throw it to the side."
"Oh and what's this about you and Tyler having a fling?"
Chris choke on his salad, "How did you know about that?"
"A mother has her ways Chris," Piper replied, and Chris could just see the smirk that was on his mother's face.
"Yes, Tyler and I did have a relationship at one point," Chris answered tensely, "which is something that isn't going to happen again."
"Oh,"
The shock in his mother's voice made Chris raise an eyebrow. Standing, Chris waved to Tyler, letting him know that they had to get going. "Oh? What is that suppose to mean?"
"I just thought..." his mother trailed off.
Chris tossed the rental car's keys to Tyler and slid into the passenger seat, "We're going to Elvion Street," he told Tyler, the man quickly pressing the street into the GPS system. Turning his attention back to the phone in his hand, he requested that his mother finish the sentence that she began.
"Oh, honey, if you can't talk, we can just talk later," Piper said sweetly.
Chris narrowed his eyes, "Not going to work Mom. What were you going to say?"
"Nothing,"
"Bull,"
"What are you doing for your birthday honey?"
"You're not going to change the topic Mom," Chris yelled, "What were you going to say?"
"Answer my question."
"I asked mine first," retorted Chris.
"I'm your mother, you listen to me," Piper replied.
Chris sighed, "I don't know yet."
"Why don't you come here and we can go to P3 or something." Piper suggested.
Chris looked at the smirking Tyler and glared. "You knew," He hissed.
Tyler chuckled, "Maybe."
"You are an asshole."
"What?" Tyler inquired, "We're going to P3, no harm. Perhaps you'll actually loosen up a bit."
Continuing to glare at his best friend, Chris answered his mother, "Yeah, Ty and I will be there, I have to go though. I have a photo shoot to do. Talk to you later Mom. Love you."
Hanging up, Chris reached over and hit Tyler on the head. "You and your damn seers blood. I hate when you do that."
Tyler chuckled as he stepped out of the small car, "What? I withheld harmless information, nothing major."
Chris shook his head and started up the small flight of stairs towards the small building. "Let's just get this photo shoot over with."
Two weeks later, Pariah found themselves in the cold country of Ireland. Snow covered the Irish soil and no matter how many layers Chris wrapped around himself, he couldn't keep the deep chill from his bones. In a matter of a few hours it would be December 25, Christmas Day, which meant that in as little as twenty-eight hours, he would be twenty-one. For some reason, Tyler thought that is was some magical age that needed to celebrated and now Chris had the added stress of getting a surprise from the red-head on his birthday. He just hoped it was something crazy like that skydiving trip he got for his eighteenth birthday.
Wrapped in a blanket, Chris looked at the table full of presents. He knew that back home, it was only five in the morning, but he figured he should send his family's presents to them before they wake up. With a wave of his hand, Chris watched with a small smile as the presents dissolved into an array of light blue and white lights and floated upward.
With the same smile plastered on his lips, Chris turned and headed towards his cot. He had the morning off tomorrow and he intended to use to get rid of the black bags underneath his eyes.
Piper sat next to the large Christmas tree, an abundance of presents practically falling out of the pine. To her right, her son sat in the arm chair while the twins sat in front of him on the floor. Samantha was leaning on the arm of the chair, her arms crossed. On the couch across from Piper were her sisters and their husbands.
Picking up a large box, she looked at the tag. "This one is to Payton, From...Chris?" She blinked at the tag.
"Yay!" The young girl exclaimed and grabbed the box from her aunt and tore into it. Opening the box, her smile only grew. The first thing that came from the box was a pure white box with a silver apple decorating the cardboard. Opening it, Payton squealed when the brand new Ipod slid out of it. Placing that to the side, she dug deeper into the box. She pulled out six different colored earphones and three cases for her new Ipod. Next was a smaller box. It was made of black velvet, but was too large for a ring. Opening it, her eyes grew wide. "Mommy?"
Standing, Phoebe made her way towards her daughter. She gasped when she took the box from Payton's hands. "Those can't be real." she murmured as she lifted a thin necklace, a Triquenta hung from the sliver chain, the symbol decorated with small diamonds. In the center, Payton's birthstone – a ruby – hung.
Waving her hand, Piper got her sister to hand Payton's necklace to her. "This is...beautiful." She whispered looking at the jewelry.
"Is there anything else in the box?" Samantha asked.
Payton dug around and found a small envelope. Opening it, she unfolded it to reveal a letter. "Read it out loud Pay," Melinda exclaimed, a large smile on her lips.
"Dear Payton, or Brat number one." She read, "Hope you enjoy your Ipod, and all the accessories I got for you. And, I know Aunt Phoebe is going to ask, yes the stones on the necklace are real diamonds and a ruby. I had it made it while I was in Italy a few months back, I thought Christmas would be a good time to finally give it to you. Also, on your bed, you'll find a special gift from me. My old violin. I remember when you were younger you wanted to learn how to play it and since I have a new one, I thought I should give it to you. Enjoy your presents brat. Merry Christmas, Chris."
Payton smiled and looked at her mother, "Can I learn?"
Phoebe nodded and ran a hand through her daughter's long brown hair, "Of course sweetheart."
"Melinda, here's yours." Piper said, handing a large box to Phoebe's other daughter.
Melinda dug into her box with vigor. The first thing she saw was the Ipod and the accessories, which she had assumed she would get when she saw her sister get one. Next was the velvet box. Easing it open, she smiled. Chris remembered that she hated having the same thing as her twin. Holding up the silver chain, she turned it to show her mother, and show that her Triquenta was decorated with small rubies with a large diamond hanging from the middle. The direct opposite from her twin's. Digging deeper, she found an envelope and tore it open. "Dear Mellie or Brat number two," she began, "Enjoy your Ipod, and don't break it like you broke mine when I was thirteen. Also, those headphones I got for you are not to be use a choking devices. I might have been gone for five years Mel, but I still know you." Melinda stopped and chuckled at her cousin, "And I know Aunt Phoebe is going to ask, yes, those are real rubies and a real diamond. Now, I know you would be pissed if I gave everything the exact same as your twin – if Payton hasn't opened her present yet, you'll see there are some differences – so if you're still the soccer girl I know, you'll enjoy the soccer ball that I got autographed by the Barcelona team while I was in Spain a few years back. And next time I'm in Spain, I'll bring you along so you can meet them. Although, you should maybe pick up some words of Spanish, so there's a Spanish dictionary on your bed as well. Enjoy your gifts Mellie. Merry Christmas, Chris."
She smiled and slid the letter back in the envelope.
Piper grinned and turned, "Alright, Samantha, you're next."
Samantha took the box from her aunt and opened it slowly. Her heart was racing as she looked through the tissue paper. The first thing she found was a velvet box. Opening it, she found the same Triquenta necklace that the twins got before her. Hers were silver as well, the symbol decorated with rainbow quartz, the normal orange one – her birthstone- hanging from the center. She smiled and set it aside and continued to dig though her box. Her eyes widened when she saw a thin box. "No," she breathed. Pulling it out, she saw a brand new laptop. She's been using her mom's old one and it was practically obsolete. She hugged it tightly to her chest before she set it aside and dug through the box again, "There's nothing else. No letter or anything."
Turning the box in her hand, she heard something rip. "Here it is,"
Samantha smiled at Wyatt and took the envelope from tore it open. She took the letter out, "Dear Sammy. Every college kid needs a laptop, so I thought I should get you one. Its the least I could do. And I know you went tearing through your box, and if we're still doing the whole youngest to oldest routine, you'll probably be disappointed that you didn't get as much as Pay or Mellie. Well, did you look in you envelope?" She blinked and picked up her envelope. There was nothing in there. She frowned and turned her attention back to the letter, "The rest of your present isn't in this envelope, its in the one on the bottom of the box," Frowning, she turned over her box and rolled her eyes at the sight of another envelope. Tearing it off, she read the last of the letter, "Now, remember cousin, no returns. Merry Christmas, Chris."
Putting her letter on the arm of the chair, she opened the second envelope. She gasped as she pulled a lanyard out, a large laminated card hung from it. In bold letters, it stated PARIAH VIP BACKSTAGE ACCESS. She smiled broadly. Why would she want to return that? Her eyes blinked as she turned her attention to the envelope. Sticking out slightly was a thin sheet of paper. Pulling it out, she gasped and her eyes filled with tears.
"Honey?" Paige started to get up from her seat and make her way towards her daughter.
Slowly, Samantha turned the paper, making everyone realize that it was a check. Paige looked at it and gasped.
"What is it?" Piper asked, her eyes wide.
Samantha looked at her aunt, "He just gave me a check to cover the rest of my tuition for college. I can't accept this."
"You heard what Chris said," Payton remarked, "No returns."
"But, this is-" Samantha stopped when she felt Wyatt's hand on her shoulder.
"Just accept it Sam," Wyatt said, "Its not like he'll take it back anyways."
Samantha chuckled, "True."
"Okay Wyatt, its your turn," Piper said, handing a small box to Wyatt.
Wyatt tore it open and blinked. There were no tissue paper in it so his present was blatantly clear. "What did you get Wy?" Melinda asked.
Slowly, Wyatt held up a set of keys, a Dodge symbol clearly seen on the largest key. Underneath the keys was an envelope. "Dear Wy," Wyatt read, "When I saw that beat up Grand Cherokee in the driveway and I saw your crap in it, I knew the perfect present for you. On Monday, take these set of keys and go down the the Dodge dealership a few blocks from the manor. There will be a '21 Dodge Avenger waiting for you, brand new and full stocked. All for you brother. Also, dig a little deeper into the envelope before continuing with this letter," Doing as he was told, Wyatt's mouth went dry at what he found, he gulped before returning to the note, "Is that enough for you to get that Masters degree you wanted when we were teenagers? I hope so. Also, there's an added six thousand dollars in there for you to publish a book Wy. Have fun with your new car. Merry Christmas, Chris."
Piper blinked in shock. "New car, Masters degree, publication, two Ipods, two diamond and ruby necklaces, a laptop and a college education...I don't think I want to open mine," She whispered.
"Well, I'm first, so you'll have to wait," Paige said with a chuckle as she took the box from Piper's hand, "To Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry," She read from the tag before opening the box, "The first thing she saw was the American Airlines logo. She handed the small folder to Henry before digging deeper into the tissue paper abyss. She felt something velvet and gasped it. Opening it, she smiled. It was the Triquenta again, but it hung from a gold chain this time and was decorated with emeralds and had a lone orange quartz hanging from the middle. Simple and elegant, her kind of style of jewelry. She plunged her hand into the box again and felt something velvet again. She took it out and realized that it was for Henry and handed it to her husband. Henry opened it and smiled at the sight of a silver watch. Its face was white and the hands were silver and decorated with a small orange quartz at its tip; the face was decorated with small emeralds "Found the letter," Paige said before beginning to read from it, "Dear Auntie and Uncle Henry. The tickets you have is to let you fly to anywhere in the world for one week. God knows how long its been since you've been on a vacation, so here's your chance. Enjoy it. I hope you like your necklace Auntie, and Uncle Henry, consider the watch as payment for destroying your last one when I was eleven. Enjoy your presents. Merry Christmas, Chris."
"Phoebe,"
Phoebe took her box and took a deep breath. Opening it slowly, she smiled when she didn't see any airline logo. Slowly she made her way through the box. First she found the velvet box that every woman got thus far. Opening it, she found the gold Triquenta that her sister got. Hers though was decorated with amethyst stones and in the middle hung two small rubies. She smiled. She got was Chris was doing. Amethyst was her favorite stone, which represented her, while the rubies represented the twins, her children. Setting the necklace aside, she searched through the box. When she found it, she grabbed the item that was intended for Coop. It was a small wooden box. When he opened it, he gasped. Inside it was a unicorn's horn. "Where did he-" Coop muttered as he held it up.
Phoebe shook her head, "God only knows. I mean, that's just amazing. You can use it in your class at Magic School."
"Or if you run into trouble and one of us isn't there," Wyatt suggested to the ex-cupid.
"I didn't even know he knew I gave up my job though," Coop said.
Wyatt shrugged, "Chris is like Mom, he knows everything."
Phoebe chuckled, "Ah, here's the letter. Dear Auntie and Uncle Coop. No, no airline tickets for you, I knew if I got them for you, you would put them somewhere and forget them. That's why I'm sending a limo to the manor on January fifth. It will take you to the airport and will fly you to the Bahamas. You can't really forget about that," Phoebe could practically hear the smirk in her nephew's words, "Hope you love the necklace and the unicorn horn. And, yes I know you quit your job Uncle Coop, it wasn't hard to notice when I saw you. You weren't wearing your ring anymore. Also, you can't avoid the limo. It will come back everyday until you finally get into it. I'm making sure you get your vacation one way or another Auntie. Marry Christmas, Chris."
Phoebe scowled, "He's too smart for his own good."
Piper chuckled and looked at the last item for her. It was a small box, smaller than all the rest. Sliding it in front of her, she only saw that it held the velvet box that all the women gotten their necklaces in and a large envelope. She picked up the necklace first and looked at it. It was gold like her sister's and was decorated with diamonds and in the center was an amethyst and a dark blue tanzanite. Piper smiled. Her babys' birthstones. Placing the box beside her, she took the envelope and opened it. Seeing a large sheet of paper, she slipped it out. Her hand began to shake as she took in the words DEED. "Mom?" Wyatt asked, sliding to the floor in case he had to help his mom.
"He got me...that boy," she said, shaking her head. Quickly she turned to her letter and began to read out loud, "Dear Mom. Yes, what you are holding is a deed for a building on Main street. Its for your dream restaurant. You've been holding out for too long. I know owning a restaurant has been your dream since I was small child. Well, I'm twenty and you haven't gotten it yet. I don't think that's really fair. You've sacrificed your dreams to raise Wyatt and I, well, its time for you to fulfill those dreams. I also wired a hundred thousand dollars to your checking account so you can get what you need for the business. Now to the rest of the family. All of these gifts I've given you, you can't return them. I have the money, don't worry about that. You can use the money for better reason then just sitting in my account for years. Also, on June 28th, you all are going on vacation. I purchased three tour buses, one for each of you. For three months, all of you will be touring on with me through Europe on the beginning of the World Tour. You will see Europe, Asia, parts of Africa and Australia. There's no school, so Wy, Sammy, Pay, Mellie, you all can come. Aunties, quit your jobs, after the tours, you won't have to work again, same goes to you Mom. All you'll have to worry about is your restaurant and P3 if you chose to keep the club. Until tomorrow. Love you all. Chris."
Piper set the letter down and just smiled. "Wy?"
"Yeah Mom."
"Remind me to smack Chris tomorrow."
"Uh, okay, why?"
Piper chuckled, "Because I can't believe he did this and didn't even grace us with his presence so I could yell at him for giving us all of this."
Wyatt laughed sadly, "Okay Mom."
