Hey, here is the next chapter. I had this ready for a while but was too busy the last few days but now here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks to piperspeanut.

Chapter 14

Wyatt dried some glasses with a towel putting them into the cabinet over the sink when his brother appeared in orbs next to him.

"Where have you been the last two days?"

"Haven't we seen each other?" Chris asked surprised.

"No, we didn't. So...

"I fell asleep at Aunt Phoebe's yesterday and I was busy with my first charge."

"You got a charge?"

"You sound surprised. That makes me feel a tiny bit intimidated. Yes, I have a charge. Guess who it is."

"I don't want to guess. Considering there are millionths of witches all over the world I have a very tiny chance to win."

"You think too complicated." Chris sat and took a cookie out of the jar. "It's dad's almost stepson, Trevor."

"Trevor?" Wyatt frowned deeply. "Why would they assign you to him?"

"Because I'm a whiteligther and he is a witch."

"You are no whitelighter."

"I am now," Chris insisted taking one of the glasses that his brother had just washed. "And I'm good. I tell you I can do it. Maybe I'm even more made for a life as a whitelighter than for a witch."

"Nonsense"

"Yeah, probably"

"Well, I hope you have fun with Trevor."

"I can't believe you are still mad at dad for finding a 'new' family." Chris put the new in quotation marks by using his fingers in the air.

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm just saying. I mean, come on, Wyatt, soon you'll have your own family."

"I said you can shut up."

The younger brother laughed. He could tell his brother was terrified every time he said anything about Wyatt becoming husband and father soon. Frankly, it scared Chris too. Where would be his place then?

The twenty two year old checked through the mail on the kitchen table. There really was a letter for him. As invoices were still only addressed to Wyatt, Chris' amount of mail was more than clear.

The handwriting on the envelope seemed familiar but he couldn't tell where he knew it from, so he ripped it open and colourful confetti fell on the floor.

"Great, that wasn't necessary," he said.

"You will clean that up," Wyatt said sternly.

Chris read the card two more times. "God, Matt and Helen are getting married. This is the invitation."

"That's wonderful. Now, get the broom."

"Man, that's crazy."

"How is it crazy? They have been together since high school."

"Yes. That's what I mean. Neither of them had been together with anyone else. How can they know they are made for each other and it is not only a lack of alternatives?"

"Ever the romantic, my little brother," Wyatt sighed turning his back on his brother putting to more glasses in the cabinet.

"I have to go see Amy."

"Yes, but first you clean that up," the blonde said but when he turned around again Chris was already gone and the confetti was still on the floor.

It took Amy ages to open the front door and when she did, she only opened it a gap.

"Oh, Chris, hi"

"Have you checked your mail yet?" Chris asked trying to get in her apartment but she pushed him into the hall and followed taking a few steps forward and closed the door behind her.

"No, I haven't."

"Why can't I come in? You are not alone?"

"No, Daniel's here."

"Right, it'll only take a second. Read this."

The Afro-American girl took the invitation. Her eyes grew wide and she smiled. "Oh, that's awesome. I'm so happy for them."

"Happy? Do you really think they should get married?"

"Well, it's not my choice, is it? I'm happy for them if they happy with each other. Do me a favour and book three seats on a plane to Kansas for that day. I have to go back inside."

Chris sighed. He couldn't believe Amy didn't have second thoughts about one of their best friends getting married. "Hey, wait, why three seats?"

Amy turned around once more. She took a deep breath; a large grin was showing on her face. "Daniel and I had talked once more and he said some really nice things and I re-thought my reaction and agreed to his proposition." She jumped up and down a few times. "Oh, Chris...isn't that awesome. But we decided on a pretty long engagement time to find out if it really is what we want. I have to call Matt and tell him. The two of us are going to get married isn't that funny."

"I haven't laughed more ever," Chris said stiff. "But you broke up with him."

"We got together again. Aren't you happy for me...and Matt?"

"Sure, I'm happy."

Amy's grin vanished. "You don't look happy. You are my best friend. It's important for me that you support my decision."

"Well, as you said, it's not my decision."

Chris turned around taking the stairs to exit the apartment building again. Apparently, everyone around him had gone love sick.

And Amy, she had broken up with Daniel three or four times and suddenly he was the nicest guy ever.

The young witch sighed. He felt for his cell phone in his pocket. He checked through his telephone number list and found the one he was looking for.

The person on the other end sounded tired and her voice was husky. "Hello?"

"Sue, its Chris"

"Oh, Chris, do you have any idea what time it is in New York. Moreover, I had a twenty hour work day in the hospital. I am beat, I was sleeping."

"Sorry, I forgot about the time zones, but now that you are awake. Have you checked your mail?"

"As I said I had a twenty hour work day and I'm not up for games so tell me what you want to tell me, so I can go back to sleep."

"Fine, Matt and Amy are getting to married."

"Matt and Amy...but I thought Matt was still together with Helen and Amy, are you sure?"

"You really are tired. No, they are both marrying but not each other. Matt is marrying Helen you will have an invitation for that in your mailbox and Amy is going to marry Daniel."

"Oh, now I get it. That's wonderful. I will call them later. Thanks for the news."

"Sue, are you…" Chris heard the signal that the line had gone dead and Sue had hung up.

Chris stared at the mobile phone a moment before shutting it off.

Okay, Sue was just tired if she thought about the news he had just given her once more, she'd probably understand.

She was single ever since she moved to New York. This wasn't a decision, though, but the amount of work in the hospital didn't leave her many opportunities to go out.

Chris considered calling his friend Matt. But what would he say then?

He decided against it and instead walked the few blocks to Peter's and Justin's apartment.

What was meant to be a temporary solution had turned into a well working living arrangement.

Justin opened the door. He only wore a pair of jeans and had a tooth brush in his mouth.

"Are you going out?" Chris asked. "Can I come with you?"

"Sure, but I'm not sure if you'll like it. I'm going to see a show of Chandra."

"Chandra? Who is she?"

"She or he is the most amazing drag queen and a brilliant Cher double. No one is better than her. Well apart from the real Cher, of course."

Chris shrugged. "I'm an artist. She's an artist. It sounds like fun."

"Fine...come on, you can borrow some clothes."

"What's wrong with my clothes?"

Justin didn't answer but the way he looked at his friend said everything.

While they were in the bedroom searching through Justin's closet, Peter came back.

He heard the voices and after knocking entered the bedroom as well.

Without thinking, Justin asked grinning. "How was your date with Danielle?"

"You are dating Danielle?" Chris said surprised.

"You," Peter pointed at his room mate. "Pack your stuff and get out."

Justin looked uncomfortable and apologized half heartily.

"You didn't want me to know?" Chris asked. "Why not"

Peter shrugged. "I wasn't sure what interests you had."

"I have no interests at all, but I thought you didn't like her. How long have you been going out, anyway?"

"After you introduced us I met her in the mall. It was pure coincidence. We had coffee together and that's how it started. So, you are okay with us going out?"

"Sure." Chris shrugged. "Everyone's going crazy, anyway."

Peter frowned. "Me, dating a hot girl is crazy."

"Forget it," the brunette waved it way. He didn't want to get into this again. Obviously, all his friends felt like they had to couple up.

Justin shrugged as Peter looked at him quizzically.

"I don't have to move out, do I?" the blonde man asked.

"No," the ex-Elder laughed. "I would have told Chris anyway...maybe a bit later but hey, as he doesn't really care, its okay that way are; you boys going out?"

"Yep, we are going to see Chandra. Right, Chris?"

The brunette nodded but his mind was somewhere else.

Everyone was in love apart from him.

How come it was that easy for other people to fall in love and even be sure that they found the partner to spend the rest of their life with?

Were you supposed to act like that at their age?

Chris tried to imagine being committed to someone; marry someone and have a family and then be together forever. Forever was damn long and how could you know you were meant for each other.

He had thought that he and Bianca had been meant for each other but still they never talked about marrying.

He had loved her so much, but was that enough?

It didn't matter now, anyway. She was gone, but he wasn't sure if he would ever feel the same about anyone else, as he did for her.

"Chris, can we go? Or would you rather stay in your own world because I want to leave now," Justin asked impatiently.

Chris looked up, seeing Peter gone, and nodded. "Sure, let's go."

They left the apartment. On their way out, Chris put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Obviously, you are my only friend who is single."

"Yep...although, who knows who I will meet tonight. And my original plan before you got involved was to at least get laid."

"Go ahead. That's fine, I'm not keeping you."

"Good. However, it will be hard to get someone's attention with a hot guy at my side."

"I can take position behind you."

Justin frowned a second then started laughing. Chris rolled his eyes.

The two friends were watching the six foot drag queen dressed like the famous singer Cher. Chandra put on a great show and the atmosphere in the club was wild.

Chris didn't mind partying in a gay club. He liked the atmosphere and being with Justin meant no one hit on him getting him in an awkward position. And the drinks were the same everywhere.

The two of them leaned with their backs against the bar so they had a good view on the stage.

Chandra had changed her clothes and now wore a golden pantsuit and a red wick with a heavy bang. She addressed someone in the audience and got him up on stage with her. It was pretty embarrassing for the guy but he didn't show anything, just danced along.

Chris and Justin turned around back to be bar, so it wasn't that obvious that they laughed their heads off.

"I told you to stay in the back," Justin said.

"Right, I can do without being dragged on stage."

"Absolutely, you don't want to hear me sing. And I'm gay but apparently not wacky enough to dance." Justin took the glass in front of him. "Is that my drink?"

"Yeah," Chris replied taking a sip of his own.

"I could have sworn I drank more of it already," the blonde muttered but shrugged and drank from the cocktail, though.

Chris looked at the other people around them. "See that guy. He's checking you out."

Justin scoffed. "Jerk, can't he see that we are together?" He grinned and Chris put an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

The guy in question shrugged and smiled before turning his attention to someone else.

Chris let go of Justin and they once again watched the show.

The twenty two year old witch laughed at the scene he saw. Chandra got the poor guest on his knees, singing to him.

He heard Justin sigh next to him and looked at his friend who seemed really pale and rubbed his forehead.

"You okay?" Chris asked.

"I don't know. I feel light headed or something."

"Nauseous?"

"I'm not sure. I'll step outside. Maybe it's just a lack of oxygen."

Chris nodded and supported his friend, who was unsteady, getting outside.

Justin leaned against the wall of the club. "God, I feel so funny. I don't know...God, my head."

"We should go home. You need to lie down."

The blonde nodded and grabbed his head again at once. The whole world was spinning. What did they say? When you are dizzy, open your eyes and fixate a point in the distance. That's what he did but instead of the dizziness stopping everything around him got black.

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