A/N: Umm… yeah.

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            Phoebe walked in the front door of the manor, carrying two bags of groceries and a purse barely hanging on her. Cole had been coming down the stairs when he saw her, and immediately went to help her. He took the two heavy bags into his arms and leaned in for a kiss from his wife. Phoebe, too tired to think, mumbled a thank you and walked to the couch in the living room to collapse upon.

"Well, hello to you too." Cole said sarcastically cheerful, walking into the living room.

"Do you know what kind of day I had?"

"Oh, do tell…" Cole walked into the kitchen to set down the bags.

"I will…" Phoebe said, not noticing his lack of interest. "I went with my friend, Mandy, as a enjoyable experience. She was anylzying these children about six and seven and all they did was run around, knocking over paint and throwing crayons and it was horrible. It was like having Paris times three at that age and you know I'm too old for that."

"You're only forty-one and…"

"Thirty six…" Phoebe interrupted. Cole gave her a look, "and umm… 60 months."

"Either way, you're home and you can relax because I'm here." Cole finished, wrapping his arms around Phoebe. She took in the smell of his cologne when she felt a pull from her head.

"Ow, what was that?"

"Nothing… just a gray hair…"

"Gray hair?!?" Phoebe ran to the mirror to search for herself, "That's it, I'm going to the salon tomorrow."

"I think gray is very…" Phoebe gave Cole a look signaling not to finish what he was thinking, "… umm, bad, and you should go?"

"Mmm… good answer." Phoebe kissed Cole. "I'm going to take a bath."

"Ok…" Cole answered, letting Phoebe go and she walked up to her room.

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            Melinda sat in the crowed airport, reading her English book. Glenn's flight had been delayed for another thirty minutes. She sighed and looked at her watch. She had been the same book for past hour and the material was not at all interesting. It was for her English class after all; there's never anything good ever in that class to read.

"Wow, that looks like good reading." Glenn commented, hovering above Melinda. He had snuck up behind her.

"Hey, Glenn." Melinda greeted, getting up and hugging him. "How was Egypt?"

"Hot…" He smirked.

"Really?" Melinda smirked back. "Any luggage?"

"Nope… just brought carry on this time."

"Ok, let's go." Melinda shoved her English book back into her bag and led the way to the car. Glenn threw his stuff along with Melinda's and took off back home. After an hour, a few detours for picking up forgotten souvenirs included, they were home. They stepped into the manor and towards the living room, Glenn finishing his story.

"The camel just spits in my hair when I wasn't looking and when I run my hand through my hair, I felt this huge glob of spit and, the guide just said 'he must not like you.'" They both are now fully laughing, holding to furniture to keep themselves upright. They stood up and looked over the couch to see Phoebe, Cole and Paris looking at them. Paris had a look on her face that Melinda knew all to well. It was the look Paris had when she was in trouble and Glenn knew it too. Cole had told Phoebe about the teacher calling not too long after she had taken her bath. Glenn thought of quick diversion to escape the awkward moment.

"Paige said that there were new towels in the bathroom."

"Uh, yeah, yeah, let me show them to you." Melinda played along. Paris wished Melinda would stay but Melinda knew better than to do that. They ran upstairs and went to their separate rooms.

"How are you failing this class again?"

"Well… mostly because I don't understand it." Paris explained.

"Is that because you don't study and do you're work or spend all your time other things?"

"Umm… those might be it…"

"And it's a little late in the semester to just do a few assignments and catch up." Cole said, "So we decided that you'll have to spend some of your days after school with a French tutor since we don't have the time to give you all the help you need."

"But…"

"Nope, no but's. We've already agreed upon it. You're lucky that we haven't banned you from playing volleyball."

"Real lucky." Phoebe agreed. Paris sighed in defeat. They were right, and she was surprised that they hadn't taken her off the team.

"When does it start?" Paris asked.

"I'm going to e-mail her and see when they can start."

"Now, I'm sure you have some homework that you need to be doing."

"Uh, yeah…" Paris slowly got up, knowing in the back of her head that she really didn't have any, and went up to her room.

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A/N: Yes, I realize that nothing exciting is happening yet… considering I usually do fics with some kind of demon-hunt the average action is being replaced by family problems and funny situations. I have a break coming up soon so this should be updated much sooner and better chapters.