Part Five: 14 December 1990: Whitelighter's Luck
Characters: Leo, Mr Matthews, Miss Evans, Glen (14), Paige (13)
Glen pulled his feet up onto the branch of a tall oak tree in the Matthews' back garden. He looked down at a thirteen-year old Paige who was standing at the bottom of the tree. Glen grinned as he looked at his jacket that he had left on the grass.
"Hey Matthews, climb up and bring me my jacket."
Paige stared up and looked at the tree that was just outside her bedroom window. Sizing up the height of the tree and the cool window that was circling the garden, she shrugged as she zipped up her own coat.
"I don't think so."
Glen rubbed his shoulders with his hands; it was colder than he thought it would be up here. Offering a small grin to his friend as he sighed then started looking into the neighbour's garden. "Ah come on, dare you."
Paige continued to eye the tree, mentally planning a possible route of it. She ran her fingers over her left wrist, knowing that one slip and she'd probably break the weak arm again. Keeping her eyes on her friend she succeed in finding a possible path up the tree.
"Dare me to what?"
"Climb up the tree stupid, oh and bring the jacket," Glen started as he mobbed his dark blond hair out of his eyes with his hand and looked back into the neighbour's garden. "What the."
"Shh," Paige hissed from the ground. "My dad's only in the kitchen, you know how much he flipped when he hears swearing."
"Okay, okay, but you really need to see this."
Paige looked at him doubtfully, "See what?"
"This guy just appeared in your neighbour's garden. You know the weirdo's one."
"What do you mean 'appeared'?" Paige asked as she glanced back at her house. "People don't just appear."
"Well, I'm telling you he just appeared. One second I was looking at you and talking to you and the next he was... well, there," Glen tried to explain as he looked down at Paige. "Come up and see and remember my jacket."
"Okay, okay I coming." She muttered, "But you better not be lying again."
"I'm not I swear, he just appeared."
Paige picked up the blue jacket off the ground and wrapped it around her waist. She slowly wedged her feet in the roots of the tree as she grasped the bark. Making her way steadily up the oak tree, she occasionally glanced over her shoulder to look at the grass.
"Don't look down, dim-wit!" Glen yelled at her offering the teenager her hand. "Here take my hand."
Paige reached up to grab the fourteen-year old's hand, but Glen quickly removed it and laughed before extending his arm again. Helping to pull her up the tree branch he was on, Glen kept his eyes on the garden next door.
Paige moved herself along the branch and scanned her neighbour's garden. Glen had been right there was a man who looked in his early thirties with dirty blond hair talking to her neighbour, a woman with light brown hair in her early twenties.
"Told ya!" Glen said as she pulled Paige towards him as she wobbled on the branch.
"Shh, I want to listen."
The two teenagers fixed their gaze on the discussion happening between the two adults in the next-door back garden. The man placed his hand over the woman's forehead as Paige glanced over her shoulder at Glen who shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey, Miss Evans who's your friend?" Paige called as she shot Glen a grin.
Miss Evans looked up to where the voice was coming from and saw the two young teenagers and then looked back at her Whitelighter. Sighing, she muttered under her breath, "That damn Matthews' kid and her friend."
Leo looked up and made eye contact with the young teenager with dark hair before turning back to look at his charge. "I think I better be going Julia, call me if you need me to help you with that demon-situation again."
Glen nudged Paige as they watched Leo walk into the house.
"Nice to meet you, mister," Glen called.
Paige kept her eyes fixed on the man as Glen wrapped his arm around her. How had that guy just appeared in the garden? Taking a closer look at the house she sighed. He'd probably just come out of the house when she'd been arguing with Glen.
"Paige Matthews, get down from that tree!" She heard her father's voice call. "And I think Glen better go home now."
"But dad!"
Characters: Leo, Mr Matthews, Miss Evans, Glen (14), Paige (13)
Glen pulled his feet up onto the branch of a tall oak tree in the Matthews' back garden. He looked down at a thirteen-year old Paige who was standing at the bottom of the tree. Glen grinned as he looked at his jacket that he had left on the grass.
"Hey Matthews, climb up and bring me my jacket."
Paige stared up and looked at the tree that was just outside her bedroom window. Sizing up the height of the tree and the cool window that was circling the garden, she shrugged as she zipped up her own coat.
"I don't think so."
Glen rubbed his shoulders with his hands; it was colder than he thought it would be up here. Offering a small grin to his friend as he sighed then started looking into the neighbour's garden. "Ah come on, dare you."
Paige continued to eye the tree, mentally planning a possible route of it. She ran her fingers over her left wrist, knowing that one slip and she'd probably break the weak arm again. Keeping her eyes on her friend she succeed in finding a possible path up the tree.
"Dare me to what?"
"Climb up the tree stupid, oh and bring the jacket," Glen started as he mobbed his dark blond hair out of his eyes with his hand and looked back into the neighbour's garden. "What the."
"Shh," Paige hissed from the ground. "My dad's only in the kitchen, you know how much he flipped when he hears swearing."
"Okay, okay, but you really need to see this."
Paige looked at him doubtfully, "See what?"
"This guy just appeared in your neighbour's garden. You know the weirdo's one."
"What do you mean 'appeared'?" Paige asked as she glanced back at her house. "People don't just appear."
"Well, I'm telling you he just appeared. One second I was looking at you and talking to you and the next he was... well, there," Glen tried to explain as he looked down at Paige. "Come up and see and remember my jacket."
"Okay, okay I coming." She muttered, "But you better not be lying again."
"I'm not I swear, he just appeared."
Paige picked up the blue jacket off the ground and wrapped it around her waist. She slowly wedged her feet in the roots of the tree as she grasped the bark. Making her way steadily up the oak tree, she occasionally glanced over her shoulder to look at the grass.
"Don't look down, dim-wit!" Glen yelled at her offering the teenager her hand. "Here take my hand."
Paige reached up to grab the fourteen-year old's hand, but Glen quickly removed it and laughed before extending his arm again. Helping to pull her up the tree branch he was on, Glen kept his eyes on the garden next door.
Paige moved herself along the branch and scanned her neighbour's garden. Glen had been right there was a man who looked in his early thirties with dirty blond hair talking to her neighbour, a woman with light brown hair in her early twenties.
"Told ya!" Glen said as she pulled Paige towards him as she wobbled on the branch.
"Shh, I want to listen."
The two teenagers fixed their gaze on the discussion happening between the two adults in the next-door back garden. The man placed his hand over the woman's forehead as Paige glanced over her shoulder at Glen who shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey, Miss Evans who's your friend?" Paige called as she shot Glen a grin.
Miss Evans looked up to where the voice was coming from and saw the two young teenagers and then looked back at her Whitelighter. Sighing, she muttered under her breath, "That damn Matthews' kid and her friend."
Leo looked up and made eye contact with the young teenager with dark hair before turning back to look at his charge. "I think I better be going Julia, call me if you need me to help you with that demon-situation again."
Glen nudged Paige as they watched Leo walk into the house.
"Nice to meet you, mister," Glen called.
Paige kept her eyes fixed on the man as Glen wrapped his arm around her. How had that guy just appeared in the garden? Taking a closer look at the house she sighed. He'd probably just come out of the house when she'd been arguing with Glen.
"Paige Matthews, get down from that tree!" She heard her father's voice call. "And I think Glen better go home now."
"But dad!"