Part 8 of
Virtual Heartache.... Or Is It?
Hey, you guys... Look, I know that I am taking a long time for this story to come along but it's only in the chapter sense. I try as hard as I can to update everyday... And I think that I am doing a pretty good job with it! Don't you? ~*~*~*~Oh... I forgot to tell you that I will be going away for a couple of days, so I won't be able to update... Someone save me.... Please?~*~*~*~
"You have got to be kidding me!", Phoebe screamed through her fits of laughter. "That couldn't have happened to you. You are totally joking with me, right?"
"No, no... I swear that that really happened to me!" He leaned on to the back of the couch, as did Phoebe. They hadn't realized it, but they had been in the house for nearly four and a half hours. It was soon going to be getting dark, (I don't know about you, but where I am it gets dark at, like, four-thirty. So let's say that it's around that time for them, (Although the club won't be opening for a couple of hours..To the public anyway...)) and Cole didn't want to go home.
The laughter died down for the first time in hours. Phoebe looked at the clock to check the time. She glanced at it for a second, and then turned back to it when the truth of how late it really was sank in. She gasped, her breathe barly making it in her chest. Cole noticed the sudden change in her attitude, unable to take his eyes off of her.
"What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?", he asked nervously.
"No, no... You were wonderful and perfect and it was great that we finally got to meet, but I have to go. My sister is going to kill me... No wonder she looked at me funny when she left. I was suppose to help her with the club. You know, get it ready and help set up for the band. Ummm... Tell you what! Why don't you stop by at the club later and we can talk then. P3, you know where it is?"
"No, but I'm sure I wont have any trouble finding it. I'm a quick study."
"But you haven't even been to it...", Phoebe begged. "Cole, I just don't want you to get lost."
He sighed, realizing that she was very determinded in giving him directions. "Alright, fine... Write something quick." Phoebe jumped up and clapped twice in victory. It was followed by the usual 'Yay!' and then she took off to get a buisness card that had the address. He laughed when he saw that that was all that she was doing. "An address? I could off just looked that up in the phone book, Phoebe."
"Um, ok... Do you want to hang out or not?", Phoebe asked, trying to pull of a Prue look.
He glared at her slightly, not showing that she had won. "Fine.. See you at?"
"Around eight-thirty, nine. Depends on if you want to be around when all the people are there. I mean, I'll pronanly have to work there tonight so if you get there early then we can still talk. Sound like a plan?"
"Yeah, I guess so...", he said, a little confused.
"What?", Phoebe asked. She seemed to pick up on whatever it was that was making him confused. If anything, she guessed that it was why she was working there.
"No... It's just..... I don't know, you know? I suddenly had the strangest feeling. It was really weird."
Phoebe looked around, no body was there but them. No demon, no warlock.. "I know strange all to well."
"Yeah, me to."
Phoebe glanced at him, her confusion clearly written on her face. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she had been talking about the supernatural. If he was talking about the same thing, then that would make him a witch. Or a demon/warlock trying to kill her. She doubted that a demon or a warlock would wait around that long, though.
"So I'll see you at the club?", Cole asked.
"Ugh, yeah... At the club.", she repeated, coming back to the real world. "Tonight at the club."
"You ok? I don't think I've ever heard anyone repeat something that many times. Deffianatly not normal."
"I think that you should go." She faced herself towards him, trying to appear to be strong. "I do have to get ready and all that..."
"Ok... We'll talk about this later." He started walking towards the door.
"Umm! What? I don't owe you an explaination. We aren't going out!" She heard the door close in the middle of her protest. "Damn." She made her way up the stairs to prepare for a night of regulars trying to get her in the sack...
Virtual Heartache.... Or Is It?
Hey, you guys... Look, I know that I am taking a long time for this story to come along but it's only in the chapter sense. I try as hard as I can to update everyday... And I think that I am doing a pretty good job with it! Don't you? ~*~*~*~Oh... I forgot to tell you that I will be going away for a couple of days, so I won't be able to update... Someone save me.... Please?~*~*~*~
"You have got to be kidding me!", Phoebe screamed through her fits of laughter. "That couldn't have happened to you. You are totally joking with me, right?"
"No, no... I swear that that really happened to me!" He leaned on to the back of the couch, as did Phoebe. They hadn't realized it, but they had been in the house for nearly four and a half hours. It was soon going to be getting dark, (I don't know about you, but where I am it gets dark at, like, four-thirty. So let's say that it's around that time for them, (Although the club won't be opening for a couple of hours..To the public anyway...)) and Cole didn't want to go home.
The laughter died down for the first time in hours. Phoebe looked at the clock to check the time. She glanced at it for a second, and then turned back to it when the truth of how late it really was sank in. She gasped, her breathe barly making it in her chest. Cole noticed the sudden change in her attitude, unable to take his eyes off of her.
"What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?", he asked nervously.
"No, no... You were wonderful and perfect and it was great that we finally got to meet, but I have to go. My sister is going to kill me... No wonder she looked at me funny when she left. I was suppose to help her with the club. You know, get it ready and help set up for the band. Ummm... Tell you what! Why don't you stop by at the club later and we can talk then. P3, you know where it is?"
"No, but I'm sure I wont have any trouble finding it. I'm a quick study."
"But you haven't even been to it...", Phoebe begged. "Cole, I just don't want you to get lost."
He sighed, realizing that she was very determinded in giving him directions. "Alright, fine... Write something quick." Phoebe jumped up and clapped twice in victory. It was followed by the usual 'Yay!' and then she took off to get a buisness card that had the address. He laughed when he saw that that was all that she was doing. "An address? I could off just looked that up in the phone book, Phoebe."
"Um, ok... Do you want to hang out or not?", Phoebe asked, trying to pull of a Prue look.
He glared at her slightly, not showing that she had won. "Fine.. See you at?"
"Around eight-thirty, nine. Depends on if you want to be around when all the people are there. I mean, I'll pronanly have to work there tonight so if you get there early then we can still talk. Sound like a plan?"
"Yeah, I guess so...", he said, a little confused.
"What?", Phoebe asked. She seemed to pick up on whatever it was that was making him confused. If anything, she guessed that it was why she was working there.
"No... It's just..... I don't know, you know? I suddenly had the strangest feeling. It was really weird."
Phoebe looked around, no body was there but them. No demon, no warlock.. "I know strange all to well."
"Yeah, me to."
Phoebe glanced at him, her confusion clearly written on her face. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she had been talking about the supernatural. If he was talking about the same thing, then that would make him a witch. Or a demon/warlock trying to kill her. She doubted that a demon or a warlock would wait around that long, though.
"So I'll see you at the club?", Cole asked.
"Ugh, yeah... At the club.", she repeated, coming back to the real world. "Tonight at the club."
"You ok? I don't think I've ever heard anyone repeat something that many times. Deffianatly not normal."
"I think that you should go." She faced herself towards him, trying to appear to be strong. "I do have to get ready and all that..."
"Ok... We'll talk about this later." He started walking towards the door.
"Umm! What? I don't owe you an explaination. We aren't going out!" She heard the door close in the middle of her protest. "Damn." She made her way up the stairs to prepare for a night of regulars trying to get her in the sack...