Piper, Paige and Phoebe all sat on Piper's bed, gossiping like schoolgirls about the scene they had just witnessed.
"It's about time; I thought they were never going to get together!" Paige complained.
Phoebe nodded in agreement, "I know what you mean. They may be kick-ass demon hunters and witches but when it comes to romance they've both got no idea!"
As Piper opened her mouth to say something there was a crash from downstairs, followed by a loud thump.
"Maybe they've got more of an idea that we think." Paige remarked, following her sisters as they stood up and went to investigate.
The three of them were expecting to find Chris and Sarah, maybe on the couch, making out like a pair of teenagers. What they didn't expect was to find Sarah on the floor, clutching her hand with a broken vase next to her. Tears were silently streaming down her face and a few drops of blood could be seen between her slender fingers.
"Oh my God! Sweetie what's wrong?" Paige cried as she went over to inspect the damage the broken vase had done.
"Nothing." She muttered sullenly, pulling her hand out of Paige's grasp.
Phoebe looked around the room and noticed the absence of her nephew.
"Where's Chris?"
Sarah looked up, "Gone." She mumbled.
It took four seconds for the three sisters to put the pieces together.
"You mean he left?" Paige asked. She was going to have some serious words with that nephew of hers.
Sarah nodded and walked to the kitchen, healing her hand as she went.
Phoebe and Paige noticed this, but didn't comment.
"But why would he do that? You guys looked pretty cozy a few minutes ago?" Phoebe questioned.
"He left because it was a mistake." Sarah spat angrily. "We weren't meant to kiss, we weren't meant to get off topic on saving Wyatt and we weren't meant to get involved. It was a mistake and it's not going to happen again. We're friends and that's all. End of story."
She moved to flame out but Piper caught her wrist.
"No Sarah, that's not it. You both love each other, everyone can tell."
Sarah's eyes filled with tears and she yanked her arm off Piper.
"NO WE DON'T! It was a mistake! We weren't meant to kiss, I don't love him!" she repeated her last four words over and over again, shaking her head as tears spilled down her cheeks.
"I can't love him. I don't want to feel it!" she whispered as she shook her head, closing her eyes.
Paige guided her to a chair and sat her down as Phoebe rubbed circles on her back. Piper stroked her hair and Sarah continued to cry.
"Every time I fall in love with someone they disappear." She choked out, "I don't want to love Chris anymore!"
Piper stroked her hair and whispered softly, "You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel."
"But I don't want to." Sarah sniffed. "I don't want to love him. He doesn't love me!"
"Now Sweetie we know that's not true." Paige assured her, "he'd give up everything for you."
Sarah just shook her head, "Then why did he leave?"
"Maybe he was just confused." Phoebe suggested.
Sarah sniffed and looked up at all of them with tears in her eyes.
"I think I love him." She whispered softly.
Piper smiled softly and rubbed her back.
"I know Sweetie."
XxX
Chris stood on top of the Golden Gate Bridge and ran a hand through his hair. He stared at the water and passing cars below him and let out a loud sigh.
What the hell had he just done?
He'd gone and kissed his best friend and then orbed out without a word.
He had his reasons though.
"I think." He said to nobody in particular.
He thought he had his reasons.
He didn't regret kissing her. Not by a long shot. It was more the fact that he was kissing her. Rather than the fact that he was kissing her. She wasn't the problem; it was the fact that… it was just…
With a sigh, the truth sunk in… he didn't have a solid reason for leaving her there.
He needed to talk to someone. Usually when he had girl problems he talked to Sarah or Wyatt but seeing as both were out of the question now, he called the first name that came to mind. And as soon as the name left his lips, he was more shocked than ever.
"DAD!"
In less than ten seconds, blue orbs appeared on the bridge and Leo stood before him.
"Chris? What-"
"I kissed Sarah!" Chris blurted out quickly.
Leo's eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say.
"Uh, when?"
"Just now. We came back from a demon hunt and ended up under the mistletoe. We kissed and then Mom and my Aunts found us and then I orbed up here."
"Does Sarah know you're here?" Leo questioned.
Chris hesitated and that was all the answer Leo needed.
"Well why did you orb out?"
"Because I can't kiss her. She's my best friend!" He exclaimed.
"So? You care about her right?" Leo reasoned.
"Yes but-"
"And she likes you?"
"Well yeah, I think she does but-"
"Then what's the problem?"
"SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND! I CAN'T LIKE HER!" Chris yelled loudly.
Leo put his hand on Chris's shoulder.
"Where is it written that you can't? Who says you can't?"
Chris stopped talking and searched his brain for an answer. When he came up empty, he looked at his father.
"Nowhere?"
Leo smiled at his son and nodded.
"Chris if you both like each other, what's stopping you from expressing those feelings?"
"But if I fail…" he began.
"You won't fail." Leo assured him. "And even if you did, you can't hide behind that excuse forever. Take chances."
Chris sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I wish I could, but Sarah's probably never going to speak to me again."
"Well you never know until you try." Leo suggested.
Chris smiled and a silence settled between them.
"Chris? Why did you call for me?" Leo asked after a moment.
"You were the third person I thought of. The first two were kind of out of the question."
Leo nodded his head.
"Well Chris you know I'll always be here to talk."
Chris nodded, "Sure thing Dad."
Leo disappeared in a swirl of orbs and Chris took a deep breath.
Time to find Sarah.
XxX
Sarah's electric shock hit the demon straight in the chest and he screamed in agony.
She smirked as she walked right through the pile of ashes, continuing on her way.
She didn't really think it was fair, picking on relatively harmless demons. But she needed a way to vent all her anger and frustrations.
As soon as the sister's had all fallen asleep beside her, Sarah had gone down to the Underworld to do some demon killing. She didn't really have to, but it was how she dealt with most of her problems.
About six hours had passed since she left the manor and the sisters had given up on calling for her four hours ago. Chris was making an attempt at finding her but every time he came close she'd flame out.
She didn't really want to talk to him just yet.
"Sarah?"
The girl in question whipped around and found Chris standing behind her; he must have snuck up when she was thinking.
"Go away. I'm busy." She snarled.
"We have to talk."
"No we don't."
"Yes we do!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Ye- wait what are we, five? I need to talk to you Sarah." Chris said, taking her arm.
She pulled out of his grasp and pushed her hair out of her eyes.
"Well I'm a little busy at the moment. Let me vent my anger and see how I feel a little later!"
As she turned to walk away, Chris caught her around the waist.
"Don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?" he asked her.
"Overreacting? You kissed me. Then I kissed you. We kissed each other and then you orb out before I even speak! You could have stayed; we could have talked it through but you went for some time alone! Now I'm looking for some time to think so you can wait until I'm done. Now if you don't mind- I'M leaving!"
Flames erupted around her body and Chris clenched his fist.
Okay, maybe he'd deserved that.
He'd wait a little while for her to cool off before he told her anything.
Maybe she, like him, just needed to take some time to work things out.
XxX
Sarah tapped her foot impatiently as she stood in the back room of P3. She'd spent the rest of the day venting her frustrations on demons and now she'd made enemies with a few demon clans. But she could handle that. What she couldn't handle was Chris.
How the hell did he manage to make her so unsure about everything? His feelings were like a yo-yo. One minute he's kissing her, the next he's orbing out and then he comes up to her and wants to talk!
Or maybe she was overreacting.
With a shake of her head, she entered the club and headed for the bar; ignoring the catcalls she was getting from some of the slightly drunker men in the room.
"Hey, can I get a beer Jack?" she asked the bartender.
"Nope, sorry Sarah. I'm on strict orders from Chris not to give you anything alcoholic." He replied as he poured the man beside her a drink.
"What?"
"Yeah. First time you walked in here, Chris asked me not to give you anything alcoholic because you couldn't handle your alcohol and he didn't want you doing anything stupid."
Sarah was stunned for a moment before she came back into reality.
"He really cares about you, you know?" Jack said.
Sarah laughed softly and smiled, "Yeah he does, doesn't he?"
She rested her head on the bar and sighed. She was content until a familiar voice called out her name.
"Sarah?"
XxX
Chris moved around table after table, dodging waiters and people as he made his way to the bar. His eyes scanned the room and found the girl he was looking for with her head on her arms, leaning against the bar.
"Sarah?" he asked cautiously as he approached her.
At the sound of his voice, the girl in question looked up and bit her lip. A nervous habit Chris knew all too well. He could tell she'd been doing that a lot, due to the fact that her lip was looking slightly swollen.
"Hi Chris." She said nervously.
"I have to talk to you. It's kind of important. Can we go somewhere?"
Chris saw her weighing her choices in her head for a moment before shaking her head.
"No. You want to talk. Talk." She said defensively, crossing her arms as she stood up in front of him.
"But… I was kind of hoping for somewhere a little more private." Chris said desperately.
Sarah threw her arms above her head and cried, "Boys frustrate me! I hate their indirect messages! Do you like me or not? Could you tell me so I could get over my feelings for you? First you don't want to talk to me and now you do! Make up your damn mind!"
They were now gathering a little bit of attention from people around them and Chris was getting nervous.
"Sarah? Can we please go somewhere a little more private? We've got an audience."
Sarah only now seemed to notice this and shot glares at the people watching them. They all scampered off and Sarah sighed.
"Fine. You've got five minutes."
Taking her hand, Chris pulled them into the back room and orbed them to the Golden Gate Bridge.
As soon as they rematerialized, Sarah gasped at the chilling wind blowing around them lightly.
"So what did you want to tell me?" she asked stiffly, wrapping her arms around herself.
Chris handed her his jacket, "Here. You're colder than me."
" And you're stalling Halliwell. What could you possibly have to say? You kissed me and orbed away. I think that said enough." She spat, refusing his jacket.
Chris sighed and closed his eyes.
"But I wanted to kiss you."
THAT got Sarah's attention.
"Didn't seem like it." She retorted.
"Look, when mom and my Aunts found us, it kind of hit me that I was kissing you. I freaked out because you're my best friend and… I just needed some time to figure things out. Our first kiss wasn't meant to happen like that, I'd always thought it would be better."
Sarah quirked an eyebrow and took a step forward.
"So you've thought about our first kiss… before?" she said as she bit her bottom lip.
Chris smiled, "Sure. I always figured it would be a little more cliché. You know, seeing as the whole, 'two best friends fall madly in love' storyline is tragically cliché."
Sarah took another step forward and licked her lips.
"Fair point. Do continue."
"Well, I always thought that we'd be somewhere alone, at night and you'd be the one to kiss me. And after being forced to watch that movie where the couple kissed in the rain and you said it was nice, I figured a little rain wouldn't hurt either." He continued.
Sarah nodded thoughtfully as she approached him again, leaving only a small amount of space between them.
"Perfectly understandable. Consider yourself forgiven Chris. On one condition…"
She took two more steps so that their faces were mere inches apart.
"Anything." Chris breathed.
Sarah stroked her hand down his cheek and cupped his chin.
"Don't you ever do that to me again." She whispered, before capturing his lips with hers.
Chris responded to the kiss as Sarah's hands ran themselves through his hair. Chris pulled her closer to him and she giggled against his mouth, breaking the kiss.
"Well that didn't suck." She breathed as she pressed their foreheads together.
"Agreed," Chris voiced.
Sarah pulled back a little and looked him in the eye.
"What made you change your mind?" she asked curiously.
Chris buried his face in her neck and began to kiss the soft skin lightly, dragging his lips down her neck.
"A conversation with my father." He murmured against her neck.
He could tell Sarah was shocked by this revelation, but she kept her mouth shut; knowing that if he wanted to tell her, he would.
"So, looks like you'll have to settle for three out of four in our 're-do first kiss'. Sorry that it didn't rain." She remarked.
Chris just smirked, "You sure about that?"
Sarah opened her mouth to question him on what he meant when something wet landed on her nose.
A raindrop.
Sarah stared up at the sky as small raindrops fell occasionally. Not enough to drench the both of them, but enough to just lightly sprinkle raindrops through their hair.
"How did you know that?" Sarah asked him in amazement.
Chris chuckled and bent his head to whisper in her ear.
"Magic."
Sarah pushed his chest lightly and tugged him by his collar to kiss him again.
A perfectly cliché 're-do first kiss' for the perfectly cliché couple.