Chapter Twelve: Piper Finds Out
"How can you stand this?" Phoebe groaned.
Piper shrugged. "I've just... never been much of a party animal."
"But it's so boring, just hanging around all night."
"I don't think so," Piper said, beginning to get defensive. Okay, so it wasn't Phoebe's style to stay inside on a night there was no school the next day, but should she really put down Piper just because it wasn't what she liked doing?
"Oh I'm sorry," Phoebe apoligised, "I didn't mean it like that..."
"I know," Piper muttered.
"So what do you wanna talk about?" Phoebe asked, trying to find out if a subject change would ease the tension.
Piper turned to her with a small smile. "How about you tell me all about Matt?" she suggested.
Phoebe laughed. "Well," she began "we've been going out for a couple of weeks and I really really like him. He's sweet and kind and..." she faltered, as if on a different thought train.
"And?" Piper prompted, before adding "He didn't seem all that when you were at the Joint the other day." Piper remembered him as being quite commanding and even a little disrespectful of his girlfriend. And he'd certainly been patronising and a right out bastard to her.
Phoebe's eyes flickered away from her face. "Uh, he was just... in a bad mood. You know how guys get, right?"
Piper nodded, but it was obvious she didn't really believe Phoebe.
The phone rang, and Piper hurried downstairs to get it.
Phoebe waited patiently in Piper's room, gazing at the decoration. The room was pale blue and had lots of little ornaments and dolls carefully arranged on shelves. The dressing table was more of a study table, and there was not one fraction of the room which was out of place. It was horrendously neat. Phoebe figured it must've been one of Piper's friends on the phone because it was a good fifteen minutes before Piper came back.
"Took your time," Phoebe said nonchalantly.
Piper said nothing, but watched her with a look of indifference on her face. Something was up.
Phoebe sat up from her postion on the pillows she'd scattered on Piper's floor, to make it a little messier rather than for comfort and studied her sister's face. "What's wrong?"
Piper continued to stare at her.
Phoebe was getting increasingly uncomfortable and paranoid that whatever was wrong had something to do with her. Her mind raced through everything she'd done in the past few days that could've possibly upset her sister but nothing came to mind.
Then Piper spoke. "How long, how long did you say you and Matt had been going out?" she said, in a slightly anxious voice.
"Uh, couple of weeks? No - wait - it's nearly two." Phoebe replied, her voice just as anxious. Was Piper gonna interrogate her like before?
But Piper didn't say another word. Instead, her eyes dropped from Phoebe's face and a look of disappointment gathered there. Phoebe didn't get it - Piper always seemed to be disappointed in her! What had she done?
After a long silence, Piper glanced up. "You had sex with him, didn't you?" she said.
But Phoebe could tell she already knew.
"How can you stand this?" Phoebe groaned.
Piper shrugged. "I've just... never been much of a party animal."
"But it's so boring, just hanging around all night."
"I don't think so," Piper said, beginning to get defensive. Okay, so it wasn't Phoebe's style to stay inside on a night there was no school the next day, but should she really put down Piper just because it wasn't what she liked doing?
"Oh I'm sorry," Phoebe apoligised, "I didn't mean it like that..."
"I know," Piper muttered.
"So what do you wanna talk about?" Phoebe asked, trying to find out if a subject change would ease the tension.
Piper turned to her with a small smile. "How about you tell me all about Matt?" she suggested.
Phoebe laughed. "Well," she began "we've been going out for a couple of weeks and I really really like him. He's sweet and kind and..." she faltered, as if on a different thought train.
"And?" Piper prompted, before adding "He didn't seem all that when you were at the Joint the other day." Piper remembered him as being quite commanding and even a little disrespectful of his girlfriend. And he'd certainly been patronising and a right out bastard to her.
Phoebe's eyes flickered away from her face. "Uh, he was just... in a bad mood. You know how guys get, right?"
Piper nodded, but it was obvious she didn't really believe Phoebe.
The phone rang, and Piper hurried downstairs to get it.
Phoebe waited patiently in Piper's room, gazing at the decoration. The room was pale blue and had lots of little ornaments and dolls carefully arranged on shelves. The dressing table was more of a study table, and there was not one fraction of the room which was out of place. It was horrendously neat. Phoebe figured it must've been one of Piper's friends on the phone because it was a good fifteen minutes before Piper came back.
"Took your time," Phoebe said nonchalantly.
Piper said nothing, but watched her with a look of indifference on her face. Something was up.
Phoebe sat up from her postion on the pillows she'd scattered on Piper's floor, to make it a little messier rather than for comfort and studied her sister's face. "What's wrong?"
Piper continued to stare at her.
Phoebe was getting increasingly uncomfortable and paranoid that whatever was wrong had something to do with her. Her mind raced through everything she'd done in the past few days that could've possibly upset her sister but nothing came to mind.
Then Piper spoke. "How long, how long did you say you and Matt had been going out?" she said, in a slightly anxious voice.
"Uh, couple of weeks? No - wait - it's nearly two." Phoebe replied, her voice just as anxious. Was Piper gonna interrogate her like before?
But Piper didn't say another word. Instead, her eyes dropped from Phoebe's face and a look of disappointment gathered there. Phoebe didn't get it - Piper always seemed to be disappointed in her! What had she done?
After a long silence, Piper glanced up. "You had sex with him, didn't you?" she said.
But Phoebe could tell she already knew.
