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Ch. 11: Drunk Uncles and Family Reunions
Sam's POV
"Stop wringing your hands, it's going to be fine." Wyatt scolded me as we made our way to his parents' house. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was petrified. I mean, just because Wyatt thought of me as 'part of the family' doesn't mean the family would think so. Never the less, I pulled my hands apart and instead started fidgeting with my shirt.
We were in Trey's car now. He made a big deal about him wanting to drive; something about him not being able to drive because they never let him. The guys had some weird argument about it and we ended up here. Now, at first I was all for Uncle Trey driving, you know, till I got in the car with him. He's an even crazier driver than my grandpa and that's saying something. I should've known though. He drives a nice, black and yellow Camaro. He was bound to have the need for speed. I decided that his car was to be named Bumblebee.
Anyway, Wyatt and the guys have been fussing about me since I came back from the bathroom, dressed. Through the whole driving discussion, somehow my name was thrown in there and they all decided that I had to sit up in front so that I could have the fresh air hitting me. So Trey was driving, I was in the passenger seat and Wyatt, Chris and Blake were in the back seat. Apparently, I really scared them. From the moment I had walked back into my room they kept asking me if I was okay.
"Why don't we listen to the radio?" Trey said, more than asked. We were sitting in an uncomfortable silence. He reached out and turned on the radio. Some random song blasted through the speakers. I didn't recognize it. It was a country song. It had something to do about a guy who named his son 'Sue'. Peculiar song. When it finished the guy was about to kill his father and his father told him that he named him 'Sue' because he knew it would make him tough. That made me laugh and laughing in a car full of worried adults isn't a good idea. I swear I felt the whole jump when they did. That just made me laugh harder. Now, I looked like a laughing mental person.
Trey glanced at me. "You okay, kiddo?" I looked at him and nodded, trying to stop laughing. I had tears in my eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just the song. Poor kid. He must have gotten bullied even worse than the other kids. The geeks probably made fun of him."
The guys just stared at me. I smiled and sighed. "Never mind. It's a bullied puppy thing."
I felt Blake shift behind me before hearing his voice closer to me.
"What does that mean?"
"Uh, nothing. It's like when a puppy gets bullied for being the smallest and scrawniest?"
"I've never heard of that."
I shrugged. "It's what they use to call bullied kids at my old elementary school."
"They called kids 'bullied puppies'?" Wyatt asked.
I shook my head and sighed. "Yeah, but not to our faces. It was an inside joke amongst our 'highly qualified' teachers."
"Why use air quotes?" I heard Chris ask. I shifted to look at him.
"Because, that's what the principal said when mom went to complain about them."
"Why was she complaining?" Wyatt asked.
"Cause I heard my teacher gossiping with a couple of other teachers about how I was just another whiny bullied puppy who couldn't take a joke. So I told mom and she got pissed."
"So you were a bullied puppy?"
I frowned and bit my bottom lip. I nodded once and turned my attention to the radio. It was a sore subject for me. I started channel surfing, but I kept landing on commercials. Finally, I landed on one that was actually playing music. Well the ending notes of what sounded like, 'Love the way you lie' by Eminem and Rihanna. It took a couple of seconds for the opening notes of the next song to come on. I wasn't really paying attention to it though; I was looking down at my phone.
His little whispers, love me, love me
That's all I ask for, love me, love me
As soon as I heard those first two lines, I changed he station. The last time one of my songs played, Wyatt told me he hated it. I didn't feel like hearing that today.
"No, wait!" Trey exclaimed. I jumped a little. Jeez! That was loud! "I love that song!" He said as he changed the radio back.
"You do?" I just had to ask.
"Of course." He said, as he turned the volume up higher. "Chris come on, this is our song." Chris scowled, but proceeded to sing along with Trey. They were pretty good too.
Monster, how should I feel,
Creatures lie here,
Looking through the window,
That night he caged her,
Bruised and broke her,
He struggled closer,
Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles,
Silent pain,
Then he slowly saw their nightmares,
Were his dreams.
Monster, how should I feel,
Creatures lie here,
Looking through the window,
And I will, hear the voices,
I'm a glass child,
I am Hannah's regrets.
Monster, how should I feel,
Turn the sheets down,
Murder ears with pillow lace,
There's bath tubs,
Full of glow flies,
Bathe in kerosene,
Their words tattooed in his veins,
Yeah!
"Man, I love that song!" Trey exclaimed. "It's so creepy and psychotic. Skye has some mad skills. Hey Chris, did you hear though?" He glanced at Chris through the rearview mirror.
"Hear what?"
"They're saying that Skye wrote that song about a 'personal' experience." He stated with air quotes. That caught my attention.
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Well apparently, when Skye was younger she was raped and she developed some weird Stockholm-syndrome thing where she loved the guy and so she wrote a song about him."
"Do you seriously believe that?" I asked him. That was by far the stupidest rumor I'd ever heard and I've heard some pretty bad ones. I have to thank Princess for this one though. Her wicked little mind is always coming up with stupid crap that she can use to try and ruin me.
"Yeah, sort of. Everyone is saying it. I heard it last year on E!." I sighed. Stupid Princess. "At first, I just thought it was some weird song about a guy who rapes a girl then sets her on fire."
I gasped. "Okay, One: you can't believe something just because E! says it's true. And Two: you have a very scary imagination." I ticked off on my fingers.
"Besides, none of that's true. The song is based off of a book she read about a little boy who was being abused by his father and ignored by his mother. It was also loosely based off of a short story for that book that talked about him being afraid of the dark because his parents would lock him up in his room and him growing up apathetic. There's a part where it says that he wants to feel what love is. He'd heard about it from everyone, but had never experienced it. So one day he goes up to a girl with a red sweater and asks her for directions, but she ignores him. So he grabs her, rapes her, and leaves her there for dead.
"When he gets home though, he realizes that what he did wasn't love, but something horrible. He realizes that he's a monster because of his parents. They never loved him and that turned him cold. So he fills a bathtub full of kerosene, gets in and lights himself on fire." I explained. That was the real reason why I wrote the song. It was based off of a book. That people believed that, was something different. They always went for the juicier rumors.
Trey stopped the car at a red light and turned to look at me. I could feel the guys' eyes on me from the back too. "Okay, how do you know that? That was very detailed."
I snorted. "Because I wrote i-" I started smugly, then realized what I was saying. "Uh, an essay. I wrote an essay on it. Part of my music appreciation class."
"Where did you get the info?" Trey asked.
"Uh, the internet."
"You can't believe something just because the internet said it." He said, mockingly. I gasped at him and laughed.
"Touché. Alright, let's see what else is on." I leaned forward to the radio. I skimmed through the stations until I stopped on one with commercials. Usually I hate commercials, but this was an exception.
'The hot and sexy men of Addiction will be playing at Voodoo in two weeks. Guys if you're listening to this we're all counting down the hours.'
It was a woman's voice. She sounded pretty. I turned and looked at all of them.
"Hot and sexy, huh?"
"Yeah, well…" Wyatt mumbled. I giggled and shook my head, turning back. There was something I really wanted to know though. So I turned down the music and turned to look at the guys.
"Hey guys?" I asked everyone.
"Huh?"
"What do people do at family reunions?" I asked curiously. They all looked at me.
"What do you mean?" Chris asked.
"Like what do you guys do there?"
"Uh, normal stuff. You know, like regular family reunions." Wyatt said. I nodded and turned back to the window. I don't know what normal family reunions were so I couldn't really picture what we were going to do.
"You've been to a family reunion before, haven't you?" Trey asked, nudging me. I turned to look at him and burrowed my eye brows.
"This one time I went to a party for my grandpa's side of the family and the men got drunk and started singing Vicente Fernandez songs at the top of their lungs and this dude kept checking me out and it turned out that he was my uncle..." I explained. "Does that count?" I asked, since they had all gone quiet.
"What kind of party was that?" Trey blurted out, shocked. I looked at him and shrugged.
"A wedding."
Trey stopped the car and turned to look out the window. We were in a calm neighborhood. The houses were pretty and had really bright flowers and stuff. Some kids were playing out on the street. "Alright, we're here."
I heard Trey announce as he turned off the car. I looked at the house that we were parked in front of. It was an old red Victorian home. It looked nice and homey. There were toys scattered around the front lawn. That means there were kids here. I heard the door of the car slam shut and snapped back to reality. The guys were already out and my nerves were back. Thank goodness my breathing stayed normal. Two panic attacks in the same day were not good.
"Chris and I'll get the stuff. You guys get Sam." I heard Wyatt say. I guess he knew what I was thinking, cause right now I was thinking about locking myself in and staying here till it was time to go home. The door opened up and Trey appeared next to me.
"Alright, Sammy. Out you go." He said. I looked up at him and smiled nervously. "Heh, uh yeah. I'll be right out. I just-just have to… fix my make up!" I pulled out my make-up bag from my messenger bag and pulled out my mascara. I made a show of slowly applying it on both eyes, then slowly putting it back in the bag.
"Okay, you're all set. Let's go." Trey said. I bit my bottom lip and shook my head.
"I still have to re-apply my lipstick and take off my seatbelt." I pulled out my lipstick and showed it to him. "You two, go ahead. I'll catch up in a bit."
"Nice try. You still have some on. Come on, it won't be that bad." Blake stated as Trey leaned into the car and unbuckled my seatbelt.
"Uh, yeah, but I gotta help Wyatt and Uncle Chris with the stuff. You guys go ahead. We'll meet you there." I smiled up at them.
"How about this. You can tell us why you don't want to come in and we'll tell Wyatt you need a little time before you go in there." Blake tried to bargain with me. I nodded eagerly. "Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Alright. Why don't you want to come in?"
"Because I don't want to. I'll see you guys back at the house." I grinned. Trey rolled his eyes at Blake who looked dumbfounded. Trey leaned back in and took my bag. He handed it to Blake before turning back to me.
"Let's go." He grunted as he picked me up, bridal-style.
"Ah!" I squealed as I wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight chock-hold. He took me by surprise. Blake closed the door as soon as Trey had carried me a few feet away from the car. "See Blakey, that's how it's done."
He carried me up the little stairs that led onto the yard before I started kicking. I kicked my legs wildly and waved my arms around. "Uncle Trey put me down!" His arms tightened around me. "I don't wanna go in yet."
"Sammy, it's…gonna…be fine…trust…me." He managed to say between struggles. I somehow managed to maneuver my way around so that my body was wrapped around him. My stomach was pressed to his face and my legs were wrapped around his chest. His arms were holding me tight so that he wouldn't accidently drop me. That wasn't going to happen anyway cause I was holding fists full of his hair. He mumbled something into my stomach, but I couldn't make it out. Plus, it tickled.
I pulled away a bit and looked down at him. "What?"
"I said… I can't…breathe." He explained between gulps of air. "Blake, take her." I wrapped my arms around his head again and squeezed. If I had to suffer, so did he. I felt Blake's hands wrap around my waist and pull me. He managed to get my bottom half off of Trey, but I held on for dear life. To any random person, it looked like they were trying to kidnap me.
Trey pulled at me once more at the same time I pushed myself forward and we were falling. Trey fell back and I fell on top of him, kneeing him in the chest. Luckily, Blake swerved and managed to land next to us; his legs draped over my back. We landed with an 'oomph'.
"Ow." I mumbled at the same time Trey groaned.
"You guys okay?" Chris called out from the front door of the Victorian home. He and Wyatt were coming towards us.
"Uh, yeah!" We all yelled nervously.
"Don't hurt my kid! Mom would kill me if I bring her in broken." Wyatt called out. He was joking, that I was sure of. I rolled off of Trey and looked at Wyatt. He was standing next to the car trunk, smiling. He turned to look at Chris when he called him.
"Jeez, Sam. For a small person you're really heavy." Trey said, rubbing his chest. I slapped his arm. Hard.
"Hey, it's your fault I fell on you in the first place."
"No, it's Blake's fault. Now, let's go." Trey said, turning over so that he was on his knees. My eyes widened.
"Uh, I'll meet you guys in there. I gotta go…walk this off." I got up, just barely missing Trey's attempt to grab me again. I ran back down the little steps and to the passenger door. I caught a glimpse of Chris and Wyatt on my way there. It looked like they were kidding around about something while they dug through the trunk. Apparently, they brought the whole house because it looked like they were still going to have to make another two trips.
As soon as I got to the car I had to side-step away from Trey's hands. He had been right behind the entire time. He grabbed a hold of me and tried to pick me up again, but I ducked down under his left arm and moved to my right, closer to the trunk. It only took him a second to make a move again. This time I swatted his hands away. He tried swatting mine out of he way and we ended up swatting at each other. From afar it looked like we were playing a hand game.
"Hey!" We heard someone yell. Trey and I froze, hands mid-swat, and turned to look at the trunk. Wyatt was standing next to it, bags in hand. "What are you guys doing?"
Trey and I shared a look before looking back at Wyatt. "Nothing." We both said, quickly. He raised an eyebrow at us skeptically.
"Well, then get inside." He nodded over towards the house. "Door's open."
"Okay," I started. "We're right behind you."
"Alright, let's go." He nodded over to the front door. I nodded innocently. He turned and followed Chris into the house. I didn't move an inch. After Wyatt disappeared into the house Trey turned back to me.
"Alright, let's go. We're supposed be right behind him."
"We are behind him." I informed him. "He's in the house in front of us. Hence, we're behind him."
Trey shook his head amusedly. "Sam, Wyatt's gonna kill us if we don't get in there."
"No he won't. You're his best friend and I'm his only kid. He loves us!"
"Yeah, well sorry if I don't want to test out your theory. Now, come on." He lounged at me and I side-stepped him before running around the car. All the while Trey was right behind me.
Nobody's POV
"Mom, we're home!" Wyatt called out as he sat the rest of the bags down in the living room. It looked like everyone was outside where they were the food was being grilled. Those three words generated a stampede of women as the four sisters and their daughters ran inside and towards Wyatt and Chris. With in seconds, both boys were engulfed in tight bear hugs. A chorus of "Where is she?" coming from their cousins.
"Hello to you to Aunt Phoebe." Wyatt said, as Phoebe Halliwell squeezed the light out of him.
"Hi!" She said cheerfully, a bright smile on her lips. Once she let go, Paige engulfed him. Hers was quicker. Still tight. Just faster.
"Hey, nephew." She stated, pulling away.
"Hey, Aunt Paige." Wyatt smiled as he leaned down to hug his aunt Prue. Phoebe had Chris in a bear hug while Piper made her way towards Wyatt. "Aunt Prue."
Finally, Piper Halliwell, wrapped her arms around her oldest son. Wyatt leaned down to wrap her up in a hug. "Hi, mom." He mumbled.
This went on with the rest of the cousins and the men of the family until they all said their hellos. All in all, the whole exchange took a good five minutes. When they were all done and facing the two brothers, they started their questioning.
"So?" Patricia Halliwell, oldest daughter of Phoebe and Coop, asked expectantly. Wyatt looked at her in confusion for a moment before realization hit.
"Oh! She's right…" His sentence broke off when he turned around and saw that neither Sam nor the guys were behind them. He scanned the empty space before turning to look at Chris in question. He in turn, just shrugged and shook his head.
"Where is she?" Piper asked, confused. Wyatt turned back to his family and held up a finger. "Uh, one sec. Hold that thought." He turned on his heel and jogged back out to through the front door. He paused at the entrance and watched in confusion at the scene before him. Sam was standing on the roof of Trey's car. Meanwhile, Trey and Blake were standing in front of the hood, looking up at her. It looked like they were arguing about something.
"What's going on Wyatt?" He heard his mom call out from the sun room and jumped. He didn't want this to be their first impression of his daughter.
"Uh, nothing. Just need to get something." He called back before reaching back towards the door and closing it behind him. He walked down the small pavement steps and onto the soft green grass of the front lawn. He walked past Sam's discarded messenger bag and some toys. As he got closer he could make out more and more of the conversation.
"Do not scratch my car. I worked really hard for her." Trey called out to Sam who was still standing on the hood.
"Oh because it's so hard to do this," She mimicked a horrible version of an air guitar, "and nod your head."
Trey gasped loudly. "That's it!" He yelled, before jumping up onto the hood of the car. Sam gasped and her eyes widened as she watched Trey jump up on the hood and Blake reach out to grab his leg to keep him from moving. "Come here!"
"Ahh!" Sam screamed as she turned and jumped of off the roof onto the trunk then off the trunk to the ground. Her feet hit the ground and she turned to her right and ran along the car towards the hood while Trey was just getting off of the trunk. Blake was right behind him, trying to stop him. Wyatt watched as Sam stopped in front of the hood and looked at Trey who was staring back at her from his position at the back.
Wyatt finally snapped out of it then and made it the rest of the way. He was going to stop it before someone got hurt. Not that Trey would ever hurt Sam. He didn't believe in hitting women and Sam being his niece just amplified his protectiveness towards her, but from the last month that he'd passed getting to know Sam he knew she could be very clumsy at times. She'd fallen hard three times in a span of a week. Surprisingly enough she didn't break anything.
"What the hell is going on here?" Wyatt yelled, making all three of them freeze in their spots. They turned to look at him in surprise. He raised a single eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. He knew it made him seem more menacing. He didn't want to mess around.
Sam looked at him with wide eyes and opened her mouth. "Uncle Trey is trying to kill me!" She yelled, pointing at Trey.
"Nu uh! She made fun of my job!" Trey yelled back lunging for her again. Sam ran in the opposite direction he ran in and they ended up staring at each other again; Sam at the trunk, Trey at the hood.
"Alright enough." Wyatt yelled. Blake went to stand by him. He wasn't having any luck pulling Trey away so he decided to let Wyatt take care of it. "I don't care what either of you did. We need to get inside. Everyone wants to meet Sam already."
"Well good luck with that. Sam doesn't want to go in. She's being a little baby!" Trey said, looking pointedly at Sam. Sam gasped.
"I am not!" This time she chased him around the car once until they ended up in opposite sides of the car. "I'm just nervous. You big jerk." She yelled from her spot in front of the hood, sticking her tongue out at him. He in turn stuck his tongue out at her.
"Knock it off!" Wyatt yelled. Trey and Sam sucked their tongues back into their mouths in unison. "Why are you nervous? I told you they're going to be nice." He said, looking at Sam. Sam turned to look at him.
"I don't know…" She mumbled, wringing her hands. "It's like your first day of school. You know what's going to happen, but your still sorta scared…besides… He started it!" She announced in a whiny little kid voice.
"Why you little!" Trey exclaimed before once again chasing her around the car. This time though Wyatt anticipated it and quickly made his way to the trunk where Sam was just about to reach. Instead of her just touching the trunk and turning to keep her eyes on Trey like she had done already, Sam ran right smack into Wyatt's hard body and was lifted over his shoulder, letting out an 'oomph' on her way up.
"Hey!" She yelled as Wyatt carried her towards the house.
"That's how you do it!" Wyatt called back to Trey who was standing by Blake now, watching them in surprise. "Are you guys coming or what?"
Trey and Blake scrambled to catch up, snatching up Sam's bag on their way. "Wyatt don't. Let me down. Please! C.C!"
"It's gonna be fine, kid. Calm down." He said. Sam was struggling to get down. But Wyatt had a firm hold on her.
"Wyatt, please. I promise I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me go in there!"
"Good, I want you to meet my family."
"That's not what I meant and you know it!"
"Look, just go in and test it out, if you don't like it we'll leave."
She thought about the offer and asked, "Promise?"
"I promise. Now, stop struggling!" He said. Sam sighed, but stopped none the less.
"Now, how come when I picked you up, you went all stir crazy, but he just says stop and you freeze?" Trey said, waving his hands around. Sam looked up at him as best she could.
"Cause he's my dad, I have to listen to him." She said.
"Thank you. That's really mature." Wyatt said with a proud nod, looking down at her. Sam smiled up at him then turned back to Trey.
"Besides, have you looked at him?" She said, pointing up at Wyatt. "He's huge. He could break me in two seconds."
"Hey!"
Trey nodded. "She's right you know."
"She is not! I am not huge."
"Are you serious? You're carrying her like she's a feather."
"That's because she's light."
"I beg to differ. She's not light when she falls on top of you."
"Hey! You jerk!"
"I'm not a jerk. I'm nice."
"Nuh uh!"
"Yuh huh! Blake, tell her!" Trey shot back, motioning for Blake, who had been quiet up until now, to talk.
Blake looked over at the two bickering people. "She's got a point."
"What!" Trey exclaimed at the same time Sam yelled, "Ha!". Blake simply shrugged. Trey and Sam then proceeded to yell at each other about the subject. Wyatt rolled his eyes and stated that they were being ridiculous and that they needed to stop fighting like little children. His words weren't heard since now all four people were yelling over each other. His mind vaguely registered the fact that some of his family member, mainly Phoebe and Paige, scramble to get away from the window and act normal. Trey, Blake, Sam and Wyatt were arguing loudly as they got to the foyer. Wyatt stopped walking and put Sam down without looking away from his two childish friends.
Piper Halliwell, Wyatt's mom and second oldest of the four Halliwell sisters, watched on in amusement as her eldest son, his band mates, and a young brunette girl yelled over each other. None of it made sense. Not unless they were fighting about cows and pigs. After a moment though she had had enough and wanted to end it. So doing the one thing she knew would work, Piper stuck her thumb and fore finger of her right hand into her mouth and whistled loudly. The boys stopped right away knowing that she meant business. The brunette on the other hand, yelled out, "I'm not fat, you bloody wanker!"
Wyatt, Trey and Blake gasped and Sam's eyes widened. She didn't mean to say that out loud and she definitely didn't want her British accent to come out. Sam clapped her hands over her mouth. Blake opened his mouth to say something, but Piper cut him off.
"So, this is Sam."
Sam's POV
You know when you're doing something and you get sidetracked with something else that makes you completely forget the original something? Yeah, I was going through that right about now. I jumped when I heard a woman say my name. I did a 180 on my heel and came face to face with about 15 amused adults… and Uncle Chris. I stood there in shock. This really wasn't what I had in mind when I thought about meeting the whole Halliwell clan. We stared at each other for a long awkward moment and I took that time to take in their appearances. Not that I was a huge judgmental person, but I can't help checking people out. I'm curious that way.
The first person on the left was a short older woman. She had brunette hair like Uncle Chris, but she had light brown eyes. Next to her was a man a couple inches taller than her, but definitely shorter than Wyatt. He looked like an older version of Wyatt; dark blonde hair and blue eyes. They must be my grandparents. I felt Wyatt shift a little closer to me and rest a hand on my shoulder.
"Mom, dad, everyone. This is Sam." As soon as those words left Wyatt's mouth, I was attacked by one of the older woman in the room. She was a little taller than 'grandma' over there but not by much. She had dark brown almost black hair.
"Oh, I can't believe you're finally here." She had me wrapped up in the tightest hug I've ever been given. Which is sort of weird since this woman is like fragile looking. Anyway, I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her and hugger her back.
I don't know when this happened, but all of a sudden I heard Wyatt right behind me. He sighed. "Sam, this is Aunt Phoebe. Your great aunt."
"Nonsense!" Phoebe exclaimed as she pulled back from me. She smiled and looked at me. "You can just call me Aunt Phoebe. It's all the same."
"It really isn't." I heard Wyatt mutter. I struggled to hold in a giggle as Phoebe reach around me and smacked him on the arm. "Ow."
"Honey, let's not break our nephew." A really tall guy said from a couple of feet behind Phoebe. He was lightly tanned, had black short hair and brown eyes. He was handsome.
"Well, he called me old. Am I old?" She said, turning to look at the man. The man walked over to her and took her arm in his hand, pulling her back to the semi line the whole family formed.
"Of course not, honey. You're beautiful." He winked at me before turning back to Phoebe.
"That was Uncle Coop. Phoebe's husband." Chris said out of nowhere. He was now standing next to me and not next to the chick that looked like a younger version of Phoebe. I looked up at him and nodded.
"Next to him is Aunt Paige." He said, pointing to another woman. She was lighter than the rest of them. She had dark brown hair, dark hazel eyes and was about an inch taller than Phoebe. That really could be because they were all wearing heels.
"Ah, hug time." She said, smiling as she walked towards me. She gave me a simple hug and pulled away. She turned a bit and I noticed another man with her. "This is my husband, Henry Sr."
Henry Sr. was sexy if I do say so myself. I know he's family and all, but still. I had to say that. Even Coop over there. These women know how to pick them. Henry Sr. was a good 5'11 or so, had lightly tanned skin, short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He smiled at me and extended a hand towards me, which is good. I'm not much of a stranger hugger. "Nice to meet you Sam."
I smiled at him and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too."
He pulled his hand back and they both walked back to their spot. "Alright, next to Uncle Henry there is Aunt Prue and her husband Andy." Andy was another tall guy, about an inch or two shorter than Wyatt. He had really pretty blue eyes, lightly tanned skinned and short brown hair. He was handsome, but my attention was drawn more towards the glaring woman standing next to him. Prue was taller than her sisters. She had long black hair, was light skinned, and really cold crystal blue eyes. This woman was really glaring at me and I wasn't the only one that noticed. There was a younger-looking version of her standing next to her. She glanced at Prue then at me before elbowing her in the side. I looked back to Andy who was now standing in front of me, hand extended. I took it and shook it.
"It's great to meet you, sweetie." He said. I tried to smile, but I'm pretty sure it came out looking too nervous.
"Same here." I let go of his hand and stepped closer to Wyatt who was pretty much clueless as to what had just happened. Wyatt looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back at him as he took my hand and pulled me towards the first couple I had mentioned.
"Sammy, these are my parents, and your grandparents, Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt." See I was right. They were my grandparents. I smiled shyly at them and they smiled warmly back at me. Piper closed the gap between us and wrapped me up in a warm hug. This hug was different though. She gave me a mom hug. You know the ones that only mom's can give? Yeah, those ones, which automatically made me miss my mom. Nevertheless, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Sam." Piper mumbled in my ear. I smiled and nodded.
"It's really great to meet you too. Wyatt's told me so much about you." She pulled back and smiled at me. She made room for Leo to see me. He didn't hug me, just gave me a smile. A really warm and serene one. I could already tell that he was different from grandpa. Where as grandpa was sort of loud and never really stopped talking, Leo was calm and serene. He radiated it. He put me at ease just by looking at me. His eyes made him seem like one of those old souls people always talk about. I've never met one, till today I guess.
"Alright, now that that's taken care of, you should me the rest." A young woman announced. She stepped forward out of the line and smiled at me.
"Sam, this is our cousin, Patricia. She's Aunt Prue's eldest daughter." Wyatt explained. I nodded.
"I was getting there. Jeez!" She said. I stifled a giggle that was threatening to erupt from my throat. "You can call me Aunt Patty."
Patty was the girl who had elbowed Prue before. She was the spitting image of her except for those small features that were Andy's. She was light skinned, had blue eyes and was a good 5'5. She took my hand and led me quickly down the row of younger adults.
"Okay, you know me, but this right here is your aunt Patience, we call her Pay." Patience was about 5'4, had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin. She looked like Phoebe. Then she pulled a few feet and stopped in front of a really, really hot guy.
"This guy here is the only other Halliwell son, your uncle Henry Jr. We just call him Hal." Oh great this was starting to turn out like the stupid wedding. Hal was about 5'12 or so, had lightly tanned skin, black hair, and hazel eyes. He smiled and winked at me. I smiled and waved quickly. That's the only thing I could really do since Patty over her was getting through introductions pretty fast. Like literally, she pointed at the people in the line and named them all quickly.
"That's Paisley. And those two there are Kat and Aly; they're twins." She said, looking at me. "Then there's Mel, Prue, Penny, and the youngest, Presley."
I smiled and waved at all of them. Paisley was about 5'8, had black hair, piercing blue eyes, and ivory skin. Kat was pretty short. She was wearing heels that gave her thee more inches so it got her up to about 5'4 or so. She had unnatural red hair that reminded me of a red velvet cupcake, lightly tanned skin, light brown eyes, and a very petite body. Aly, being her twin and all, looked exactly the same as Kat except that she had natural light brown hair.
Next there was Mel, who I know is Wyatt and Chris' little sister, was freaking beautiful. She was like a well balanced mix of both Piper and Leo. She was about 5'7, very lightly tanned skin, brunette hair with streaks of blonde in it and brown eyes with specks of green that were surrounded by a light blue iris. I also noticed something that I hadn't seen in the pictures Wyatt showed me of his family. The usually skinny Mel had a small bulge where her flat stomach was supposed to be. Prue, who I'm guessing was named after glaring Prue over there, looked like she was the same age as Mel. She was about 5'7 as well, had brown eyes, dark brown hair and was lightly tanned. Penny had brunette hair, bright blue eyes and was light skinned. And last, but not least, Presley. Presley was around my age. She had doe brown eyes, very light skin, and brunette hair. She looked like she was my height.
Anyway, once I said hi to all of them we ended up standing there with an awkward silence. I rocked back and forth on my heels and looked around. It was a pretty big place. Not as big as Wyatt's, but still big. We were standing in the foyer. In my little look-see, I saw the entrances to the kitchen, the dining room, sun room, and the living room.
"So," Trey exclaimed from behind all of a sudden and this time I wasn't the only one who was startled. Everyone jumped. "Is the food ready?"
Everyone groaned and I giggled. Leave it to Uncle Trey to break the silence with the mention of food.
"No it's not. Tommy and the guys should be putting it on the grill right about now." Patience answered. "And with that being said, I should go help them."
She turned around and disappeared into the sun room. "Wyatt, and the boys come outside and help with the grill." Piper said, as she turned and started making her way towards the kitchen. Some of them had already left and some where just standing around. Wyatt looked down at me then at her retreating form and nodded.
"Are the kids upstairs?" He asked.
Paige nodded. "Yeah, in the attic." That answer sort of freaked me out. They didn't seem like the type of people that locked kids in the attic. Wyatt nodded and turned to look at me. I looked up at him.
"I'm gonna go help them, alright." He said before pointing at the staircase to our left. "Go up these stairs and to the right, walk all the way down the hall, take another right when you get to an opening with more stairs and walk up. The other kids are playing in there."
I bit my lip, unsurely, glancing at the staircase. I didn't really want to go up there. I mean I know that they wouldn't lock kids in there, but still, I didn't want to chance it. Wyatt nodded towards the stairs. "Go on, I'll be right up."
I nodded, but stayed where I was. I was still debating whether or not these people were crazy yuppies. I was about to go when Wyatt leaned down closer to my ear so only I could hear and whispered. "We'll leave in a bit. Just let me talk to them, Okay?"
I nodded, slowly. Now I felt bad. I wasn't trying to be mean and make him leave his family. I was just thinking of ways I could possibly die up in an attic. Wyatt reached into his back pocket, pulled out his favorite pair of drumsticks, and handed them to me. He knew I had a weird thing for his drumsticks. I don't know. I guess it's kinda like those normal dad's who love their watch. They just made me feel at ease. I took them and he kissed my temple. With that, he made his way towards the kitchen where the rest of the adults were now in. I waited for him to disappear before quietly making my way to the stairs.
I made my way up the stairs, but slowed down half way up. I felt someone staring at me. I turned my head to look and saw Prue Sr., arms crossed, cold glare staring up at me. I stared at her in disbelief. Usually, when you glare at someone behind their back and they turn around to look at you, you turn away. That's the protocol. Apparently, she never got the memo, because I was looking at her and she kept her glare right where it was.
"Mom, Aunt Piper is calling you." Penny said as she walked up to Prue Sr. So I'm guessing she was her daughter. That's cool. Prue Sr. finally stopped glaring at and turned around towards the dining room. Penny looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at her before she turned around and left. That was really weird.
I followed Wyatt's instructions and got to the opening with the second set of stairs. As I walked up those stairs I could hear the kids playing, so all those thoughts of chains and shackles were quickly wiped away from my mind. I got to the door, which was open just a crack, and paused. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I was about to see.
The first thing I noticed as I walked into the room was the blonde woman I managed to hit with the door when I opened it. I gasped and moved back a step.
"I am so sorry!" I exclaimed. Yup, that was just the kind of look I had.
"It's okay." The woman said as she turned around fully to look at me. I had hit her back. She looked at me, confused, and asked, "I'm sorry, but who are you?"
"Oh! I'm Sam."
"Sam?" She cocked her head in question then exclaimed, "Oh! Sam! You're Wyatt's daughter. I've been dying to meet Wyatt's long lost daughter."
The woman was young. She was barely looked like she was twenty-five. She had light blonde hair, greenish-hazel eyes and a small mole on her lip. She was pretty. She was also hugging me now. Who knew Wyatt came from a family of huggers. I hugged her back and pulled away.
"I'm sorry, but if you don't mind me asking… are you one of Wyatt's cousins?" I only asked cause she didn't really look like any of the four sisters.
"Oh, no! Well sort of. I'm Addison Mase. Wyatt's cousin-in-law." She extended her hand to me. I took it and shook it. I didn't know why we had to shake hands after we had just hugged, but whatever, who am I to judge?
Anyway, I decided to formally introduce myself. "Sam Harley. Wyatt's long-lost daughter. Nice to meet you."
Addison laughed. "Nice to meet you too, Sam. So, I'm guessing the old timers sent you up here?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Well, sort of. I mean if you want to count Wyatt as an old timer then yes."
"Yes, yes I do." She nodded once, smiling. I laughed. I liked this chick. "Anyway, I was just checking on the kids." She waved a hand behind her and my eyes widened. I had completely forgotten that there were other kids here. I looked over her shoulder and sure enough, there was a whole bunch of kids there.
"Are they yours?" I asked absent-mindedly. I was too busy counting them all. From what I could see there was two kids, a boy and girl, who were my age. The rest, which was about eight of them, were all little kids.
"Oh no. Not all of them. Just Will over there and the twins." She pointed towards the center of the room where a little boy, who looked to be about five, was sitting on a rug, playing one of the newest Nintendo DS'. Then she moved her pointer finger down at bit and pointed at two little girls, who were sitting directly across from Will. They looked like they were about four or so and were playing with dolls.
"Oh that's cool." I mumbled. Addison glanced at me and smiled. "Come on. Let's go meet your new cousins." She took my hand in hers and pulled me deeper into the attic.
The attic itself had a weird shape. Well weird to me. Since I've really only ever lived at the penthouse in New York, the only attics I've seen are the ones on T.V. Those attics are always small, dark, crawl spaces where everyone shoves all their junk in and had pull out stairs to get there. This one was huge compared to those. The walls were bare and were just plain wood. From my place nearest to the door, I could see an old looking white couch where the boy my age was sitting, texting and listening to music. A couple of feet away from the couch there was a small round table with a table cloth strewn across it. Two chairs surrounded the little table.
A couple of feet away from the table, pushed up against the far wall, were a couple of bookshelves with things varying from decorative statues and bottles to actual books. To the right wall there were nothing but stain-glass windows and a old, long, pink couch, where the other girl my age was sitting talking on her phone. The wall behind us, from what I saws was littered with cardboard boxes labeled with things ranging from Paige's clothes to jars. Sitting in front of the boxes was a big playpen where three babies; two boys and a girl. In the middle of the room there was a big round rug that took up most of the floor space between the couches and playpen. That's where Will, the twins and two other kids were sitting down, playing.
"You guys, listen up." Addison said as she clapped her hands twice. "I want you guys to meet someone."
The younger kids that were sitting on the rug all turned to look at me, while the two oldest kids kept on using their phones. Well the boy kept texting. The girl glanced at me once then did a double-take before screaming. "Ah!"
I, along with the other kids, covered my ears. That was, by far, the loudest yell I've ever heard and that's saying something, cause not even Skye's fans are that loud.
"I have to call you back." She yelled into her phone as she jumped up, threw her phone on the couch next to her, and ran towards me. "OMG! You're Sam Harley!"
I took a step back and nodded, surprised. "Uh, yeah, I am. Um, who are yo-"
"Ohmygod!" She cut me off. This girl was very perky I can tell you that much. "Sam Harley is standing in my aunt's attic."
"Uh, yeah, and who might you b-" Was all I could get out before she cut me off again.
"Do you really hang out with celebrities all the time?" She asked me, very loudly I might add. She had clapped onto my hand and was seriously gripping that thing.
"No, I don't. Just once in a while." I said, shaking my head before mumbling, "That kinda hurts."
That part of course was cut off by Kristy again. "I love your outfit!"
"Uh, t-thank you." I stuttered. I wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just one of Wyatt's muscle shirts and a pair of short light blue jean shorts. My head was reeling. Then Addison, bless her kind heart, decided to jump in.
"Alright, Kristy, that's enough. Let's not break your cousin's arm." She said as she pried her hands of my hand.
"Did you just say, 'cousin'?" Kristy yelled, eyes wide. "Sam Harley is my cousin?!"
Addison nodded at her. "Yes, she is. Please stop screaming."
"I think I'm going to faint." Kristy announced, ignoring Addison.
"Please don't." Addison sighed, shaking her head. I hid my smile. Kristy sort of scared me, but the exasperated look Addison was sporting was priceless. I'm guessing they've gone through this sort of thing before.
"Mommy, why is Kristy going to faint?" The little boy, Will, asked all of a sudden. He was standing on Addison's left side, shyly hiding from me. He was a cutie. He had dark hazel eyes, shaggy black hair and was lightly tanned. He looked like a young version of Hal. "Is she sick?"
Addison sighed and raised an eyebrow at Kristy. Kristy smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "No, honey, she's not sick. She's just very excited, but she's going to quiet down and behave herself, right Kristina?"
"Yes, Aunt Addie." She looked deflated.
"Alright you guys. This is your new cousin Sam. Can you guys say hello?"
Quickly after she said that, a chorus of 'hello's' and 'Hi's' erupted. They sounded so happy and excited. It was cute.
"Okay, I have to go down stairs and help out, but you guys stay here and keep Sam company, okay?" Addison asked the kids. They all nodded. "Okay, you can go back to playing." They had all stood up and walked to us when Addison had first called them. Addison squeezed my arm and smiled at me as she turned around and left the attic, closing the door on her way out. I stayed quiet as they all stared at me. Then just like that the younger kids went back to the rug and continued playing. Kristina had gone back to her phone call after Addison scolded her and was now sitting on her couch, twirling a lock of her hair with her finger while she bragged about me being her cousin.
She was one of the few Sam followers in existence. I know I have a pretty decent amount of followers and I only knew that because I have a lot of followers on Twitter 8.0. I honestly don't know why though. I don't really do anything. My followers are like those people who use to follow blogs about little Suri and Shiloh back in the day. Anyway, Kristina was pretty, now that I thought about it. She had dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes and tanned skin. She was tall too.
I felt a tug at my hand and I looked down to see Will looking up at me. "Wanna play with me?" He asked in his little boy voice. I smiled and nodded. He smiled widely and tugged on my hand so that I was walking towards where he had been sitting. I sat down on the rug and Will climbed right onto my lap, his back to me and wiggled around until he got comfortable. He picked up the Nintendo DS he had been playing and handed it to me.
"Comfortable?" I asked him. He nodded and let me tell you, his nod was the cutest thing in the world. His hair was shaggy enough the his bangs fell an inch or two over his eyes and when he nodded his bangs swung up and down with his head while he puckered his lips slightly and closed his eyes. It was too cute. "Okay. Let's play."
I turned the game on watched as all the advertisements went by and finally the main menu of the game turned on. Apparently, he had been playing Super Mario Bros. the classic 90's game. Which was cool cause I loved that game. I chose the settings and I started playing while Will just sat there and watched. I beat the first world with a little flower still attached and I smiled. I loved that game.
"You want to play?" I asked Will. He nodded his little head and I handed him the Nintendo. He started playing and I couldn't help but smile at his concentrating face. His eyes were narrowed and his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth.
"Damn, shawty, what's your name?" I heard someone say all of a sudden. Surprised, I looked up and to my right. The boy that had been texting and listening to music was now checking me out, his phone and iPod completely forgotten.
"Her name is Sam and forget about it Jay." Kristina said as she stood up and walked towards me. I was still sitting on the floor with Will on my lap.
"Forget about what? I'm just trying to get to know our pretty, new guest here." He feigned innocence before looking down at me and winking. I raised an eyebrow at him. Was this kid serious? From where I was sitting I could tell that he was one of those Bieber clones and no, before you say anything, not Justin Bieber. His demon spawn, Michael Bieber or as his fan girls like to call him, Mikey Bieber. He's dating Princess and the 'it' couple can't stand me. Or rather Skye that is.
Anyway, this kid was dressed like Mikey head to toe; jean jacket and all. He was wearing a red t-shirt under the jean jacket, light grey fingerless gloves, a pair of fake nerd glasses and an 'Obey' snap back. He was kind of cute, but not in the I-want-to-jump-his-bones kind of way. Just in a cutie pie sort of way.
"Yeah, well our pretty guest is our pretty new cousin."
"Damn! She's our cousin?" Jay exclaimed. He seemed a little too eager to confirm that. Kristy walked around me and stopped a few feet in front of Jay before starting a shouting match with him. I watched in silence as Kristy and Jay went back and forth for a bit longer before I finally got bored and brought my attention back to Will.
I leaned down a bit and looked at the screen of the DS and watched as he jumped on top of a turtle. "Do these guys fight a lot?"
Will nodded his cute little head, but didn't say anything. We stayed quiet for a bit just staring at the animations on the screen while Kristy and Jay fought it out close by us. I had a headache brewing and them, plus all the other kids yelling and screaming wasn't helping. So I did the only thing I could do.
"Sweetie, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?" I asked Will. He looked up at me and shook his head. I smiled at him. "Alright, I'll right back. Okay?"
I helped him stand up and stood up myself as he nodded and agreed. I grabbed Wyatt's drum sticks that I had sat beside me and smiled at Will. He sat back down and kept on playing his DS. I looked around and saw that all ten kids were preoccupied so they weren't going to notice me leave, which was good cause I really didn't want anyone following me. I walked out of the attic and down the steps. The hall was a pretty yellow color. I stood in the middle of the hall and thought. I couldn't really go down stairs cause the adults were having their little fun and let's face it. I really didn't want to be in the same room as Prue Sr., and I sure as hell didn't want to go back to the attic. At least not yet anyway. So I decided to do the next best thing. Explore.
I walked into a random room and quickly realized that it was my new grandparents' room. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, the headboard pushed up against the left wall. There was a single's couch in a corner a few feet from the bed, a lover's couch pushed up against the far wall along the windows, a couple of round tables strategically placed around the room and some plants. It was pretty nice. The colors that decorated the room were neutrals; brown, black and a little bit of blue.
I left their room and walked into the next one. This one was Aunt Mel's. Everything in there was white and purple. I liked it. The walls were littered with posters of boy bands, girl groups, movie stars, and plain old sexy men. I officially loved her room. There were a lot of pictures of her and her friends when they were in high school taped to her vanity mirror and pictures of her and her family on her dresser.
I left that room and walked down the hall to the next door. This one was Uncle Chris' room. The first thing I noticed in here was the neatness. Like literally everything was in its place. The walls were a dark green. Posters of rock bands littered the walls around some lyrics that were painted on. It just screamed Chris. There were some trophies placed in different parts of the room. They looked to be baseball trophies and surprisingly, football trophies as well. Hidden talents I never knew about. In the far corner of the room there were a couple of guitars sitting on their stands. They were a little dusty, but still pretty. I walked out of Chris' room and went to the last room there was. It was Wyatt's.
This one was definitely Wyatt's. It looked sort of like Chris' room with the posters of rock bands and trophies, but the walls were a dark blue and there were way more trophies displayed. He had football, baseball, and hockey trophies everywhere; MVP and first place only. In the far corner of his room he had a drum set. I stared at it for a bit. It had been awhile since I tried to play the drums. The last time was probably two months ago.
I looked towards his dresser and saw pictures of him and the family together. There was one with Wyatt, Chris and Trey when they were younger. Then, something caught my eye. There was a picture of a young Wyatt and a girl. I picked up the picture frame and took a closer look at the girl. She looked a lot like me except this girl had brown eyes. It literally took me a full minute to realize that, that girl was mom.
They looked cute together. Wyatt was in his football uniform, helmet tucked under his right arm. His face had streaks of dirt all over it; the black thingies that athletes paint under their eyes to block the sun, were barely noticeable. His hair was a mess and he was sweaty. Mom was in a white and grey v-neck dress, with black stockings, and black heels. She also had on Wyatt's letterman jacket. On her hand she wore a black bulky ring on her right forefinger. Around her neck there was a gold necklace with a small heart pendant hanging from it. Her hair was cascaded down her back in waves. She looked flawless. Wyatt had his free hand around her waist and she was cuddled up against his side. They were also in the middle of what looked like an Eskimo kiss. It was sweet. I pulled out my phone from my right front pocket and took a picture of that picture. It was really cute.
I glanced at the drums one more time and made up my mind. I quickly walked to the drums and sat down on the little stool. I had Wyatt's drum sticks in my hand. I took one in each hand and took a deep breath. Usually, I sucked at this, but I was hoping that my mad drumming skills would kick in. You know, cause of Wyatt. I was hoping that maybe his drum set would kick start the process.
I took another deep breath and tried to play what Uncle Reid had taught me. It was supposed to sound like one of the most basic beats for beginners; four year olds could do it. I, on the other hand, sounded like a cat banging on pots and pans. I tried again and somehow managed to sound worse than the first time. I sighed loudly. This sucked.
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