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A/N: Okay. This is an AU fic on Phoebe and Cole. Based when they were in high school. I noticed not many people seem to enjoy AU's, but this has been in my mind for quite a while. I just had to write it. Hope those of you that read it enjoy it.
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She ran through the corridors nervously picking at her clothes in an effort to make them look neater. It was a regular occurrence for Phoebe Halliwell to turn up late to school. Not because she constantly forgot something at home after starting the short walk to school - the excuse she usually used as her pledge to escape detention. It was because of all times demons preferred to turn up early morning, just as they were about to set off for school. Their grandmother decided it better that they learn how to protect themselves early in life, and therefore they were forced to remain at home for minutes on end trying to vanquish each demon as quickly as they could. As they entered the school premises, Phoebe said a hurried goodbye to her two sisters and headed off in the direction of her first class, hoping above everything that she would be able to enter class without being severely embarrassed. She reached the door, and with slight hesitation, yanked it open. Her eyes grew slightly wide as her teacher looked at her, obviously annoyed at her tardiness. She glanced around the classroom, every pair of eyes followed her as she entered the room and closed they door lightly behind her.
"Wonderful of you to grace us with your presence, Miss Hal-li-well." Ms Atkinson said in her usual croaky voice, pronouncing her name in three clear syllables.
"You know, born to please. . ." Phoebe replied, sinking into a seat. A few soft laughs were heard, silenced by Ms Atkinson's piercing glare.
"As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted. The French Revolution was a--"
Ms Atkinson was cut off once again by a knock on the door. She glanced towards the door, clearly annoyed, before shouting out, "What is it?"
The door opened after a pause, and Phoebe looked up as a tall guy stepped into the room. He glanced at the class before advancing on Ms Atkinson. He said something quietly to her, before handing her a slightly crumpled up note. Like the majority of the females in the room, Phoebe leant forward to get a better look at the stranger.
"Class." Ms Atkinson said, seconds later. "This is Cole Turner. He'll be joining our history class."
Cole gave a small, lopsided smile before collapsing into a chair in the row in front of Phoebe's, about two seats to her right. Phoebe shuffled in her seat. As Ms Atkinson continued to hopelessly educate her students on the French Revolution, Phoebe couldn't help but glance at the new student. He was clearly older than most of the students in her grade were, that was possibly because he had turned up from a different state. His dark, short hair was slightly untidy, but Phoebe liked the way it didn't sit too neatly. She looked him up and down. Certainly better looking than most of the guys at this crummy school, she noted. She was on the verge of examining his hands, when he turned his head and looked directly at her. Phoebe's eyes grew wide as she quickly looked away. She couldn't help but smile slightly at her own stupidity, as she inwardly swore at herself.
"Is there any reason why you are not paying attention, Miss Hal-li-well?" Ms Atkinson croaked. Phoebe looked up, her eyebrows raised.
"No reason at all." She replied, flashing her teacher a smile. Ms Atkinson frowned at her for a second, before continuing. Phoebe sighed, sliding lazily into her chair. She didn't dare look back towards the dark haired stranger, her heart still beating fast from when he had caught her the first time.
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"Have you seen the new guy?" Phoebe's friend Hannah said to her from across the cafeteria table, as she pointed at Cole who had just picked up a tray of food and was contemplating where to sit. Phoebe picked at the soggy mass of nothingness that was supposed to resemble a plate of french- fries. She sighed and looked up.
"The tall, dark haired one that will most likely end up camped at that table?" Phoebe said, jerking her head towards a table at the other side of the cafeteria where the 'popular kids' were seated.
"Maybe not." Their other friend, Felicia offered from her seat next to Phoebe. She wiped away a curly hair that fell in front of her eyes. "Notice the dark clothing and the short, messy hair?" She asked.
"I like the short, messy hair." Phoebe said.
Felicia rolled her eyes before continuing. "As I was saying, those are the common trademarks for a guy that will end up behind K-Block sucking up heroin and constantly blackening his lungs with the cigarette he had after every lesson, before he collapses from either an O.D or lung cancer."
Phoebe grinned at her friend's casual, melodramatic account. Felicia was the typical smart ass, with replies and throw backs to anything anyone had to say. Hannah, on the other hand, was completely and utterly the girl with a brain that wasn't unpopular enough to be classified a nerd.
"Or maybe not." Hannah said suddenly. "He's heading this way." Phoebe's grin vanished.
"What?!" She hissed. She turned her head slightly to where Hannah had been looking, and quickly averted her gaze as she also saw Cole headed towards their table. "It's okay. He'll walk past us." She tried to convince her friend, as well as herself.
"Hey." Phoebe's eyes grew wide as she looked up.
"Hi." She slowly replied, as she looked back down. Cole stood awkwardly over their table.
"You're in my history class, aren't you?" He asked Phoebe.
Phoebe raised her eyebrows and feigned ignorance. "I am?"
"Yeah. I recall seeing you there." Cole said, giving her a small smile. "Cole Turner." He said offering her his hand.
"Ah, the new guy." Phoebe replied. After a slight hesitation she took his hand and shook it, releasing it quickly. Cole nodded with a smirk.
"I never caught your name. . ." He said, letting the sentence trail off.
Phoebe opened her mouth, letting it close immediately. Why was she going to hand out her name to this guy? Felicia was right, he probably would end up keeling over from a drug overdose.
"That's because she never gave it." Felicia said with a slight glance of disapproval.
"Ahh. So what do you think, will she give it sometime in the future?" He replied to Felicia, who looked up at him irritated. Before she could say anything though, Phoebe interjected.
"As much fun as this is, discussing my name. . .I have to get to class." She said standing up.
"What? There's still like ten minutes." Hannah said, staring at her friend.
Phoebe glared at her friend. "I have to see Mr Bracken about an assignment." She quickly thought up.
"Really? I'll come with you, I have his class next." Cole said, putting his tray down in front of Hannah, who raised her eyebrows at him, annoyed that he was taking up her 'personal space'. "I'm not hungry anyway." Cole said with a grin.
He followed Phoebe who had quickly disappeared into the crowd. "Miss Halliwell!" He shouted out, in an attempt to impersonate Ms Atkinson. Phoebe stopped and spun around.
"I thought you didn't know my name." She said, glaring at him wile ignoring the looks they were getting.
"I only caught your last name in class. You wouldn't want to tell me the first part, would you?" He asked, giving her another of his charming smiles. Phoebe let out a breath and spun around again, before swiftly walking out of the cafeteria towards her next class.
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All through Biology she ignored any attempt Cole made to talk to her. Surprising him, as well as herself as she snapped at him constantly. It was beyond her why she was so bitter towards him.
"Okay, listen. . ." Cole called out, running up behind her as she exited the school building. She didn't stop. "We got off on the wrong foot, although I'm not sure which one. . ." He trailed off, realising it wasn't the best way to continue the one sided conversation. "Alright!" He grabbed her arm forcefully but gently, causing her to stop. She turned around and looked at him expectantly. "I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry, okay? All I wanted was to know your name!"
"Why?" Phoebe finally spoke. Cole frowned.
"At first it was because I was curious. Now it's my mission in life." He said. Phoebe couldn't help but crack a smile. "Hmm, I saw that." Cole said quickly. Phoebe looked away and sighed.
"Phoebe. Phoebe Halliwell." She said. She raised her eyebrows. "Are you all self-actualised now?"
"Like you'll never know." Cole said with a smile.
"Phoebe! Let's go!" Phoebe turned to see her two elder sisters waiting for her. Phoebe turned back to look at Cole.
"My sisters." She explained. "Gotta go." She turned and started to jog towards her sisters.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Phoebe Halliwell." Cole called out to her. Phoebe glanced back with a smirk, before reaching Piper and Prue.
"Don't ask." She said, seeing their questioning looks.
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"That was easy enough." The older man said from behind Cole.
"It was harder than I thought." Cole replied, not flinching at the arrival of the man.
"Will you be able to go through with it?"
Cole turned around and eyed the man cautiously. "It's my first real assignment, why would I not?" He left the man and headed towards the parking lot, climbing into a slightly rusty old Volvo. "And you'd think I'd get a better car on my first assignment . . ." He mumbled, before putting the car in gear and speeding off down the road.
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"So who was he?" Piper asked, for the fourth time that afternoon.
"Piper. Give it a break." Prue said from the couch. She raised her head from the hard covered textbook she had been reading and smiled vaguely. "We'll just tell Grams, she'll be able to get it out of her." Piper grinned at her older sister and turned her gaze back to Phoebe, who only grimaced.
"Don't even think about it. . ." Phoebe warned, slamming shut her own textbook. Prue raised her eyebrows.
"Or what? We're your sisters, you're supposed to tell us everything." Prue said, closing her textbook and sitting up. Piper followed suit, staring eagerly at the youngest sister.
"He's no one!" Phoebe said, rolling her eyes.
"Grams!" Prue shouted out. Phoebe's eyes grew wide.
"Prue!" She hissed. Prue only tilted her head and gave her an expectant look. Phoebe sighed. "He's just some new guy." She finally said.
"Well we knew that. Why was he trying so eagerly to get your number?" Piper asked impatiently.
"I don't know, he's weird." Phoebe said shrugging her shoulders. Prue frowned. "I don't know!" Phoebe said again. Prue looked at her for a second, before shrugging and opening her textbook again. Piper glanced at her older sister, before giving a disappointed grunt and resuming her homework. Phoebe gave a relieved sigh.
"He didn't seem weird to me. Seemed to have the hots for you." Prue mumbled without looking up from the book. Piper giggled from Prue's side, and Prue ducked as Phoebe threw a cushion in her direction.
"Girls! Dinner!" Penny said entering the room. She caught the hopelessly suppressed grins on their faces. Before she could ask though, Phoebe rushed past her, followed by Piper. She gave Prue a frown. "What's going on?"
"Oh nothing." Prue said with a smile. She brushed past her grandmother and hurried down the stairs.
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So, how was it? Worth continuing any time soon? Send in a review, give me some feedback.
A/N: Okay. This is an AU fic on Phoebe and Cole. Based when they were in high school. I noticed not many people seem to enjoy AU's, but this has been in my mind for quite a while. I just had to write it. Hope those of you that read it enjoy it.
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She ran through the corridors nervously picking at her clothes in an effort to make them look neater. It was a regular occurrence for Phoebe Halliwell to turn up late to school. Not because she constantly forgot something at home after starting the short walk to school - the excuse she usually used as her pledge to escape detention. It was because of all times demons preferred to turn up early morning, just as they were about to set off for school. Their grandmother decided it better that they learn how to protect themselves early in life, and therefore they were forced to remain at home for minutes on end trying to vanquish each demon as quickly as they could. As they entered the school premises, Phoebe said a hurried goodbye to her two sisters and headed off in the direction of her first class, hoping above everything that she would be able to enter class without being severely embarrassed. She reached the door, and with slight hesitation, yanked it open. Her eyes grew slightly wide as her teacher looked at her, obviously annoyed at her tardiness. She glanced around the classroom, every pair of eyes followed her as she entered the room and closed they door lightly behind her.
"Wonderful of you to grace us with your presence, Miss Hal-li-well." Ms Atkinson said in her usual croaky voice, pronouncing her name in three clear syllables.
"You know, born to please. . ." Phoebe replied, sinking into a seat. A few soft laughs were heard, silenced by Ms Atkinson's piercing glare.
"As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted. The French Revolution was a--"
Ms Atkinson was cut off once again by a knock on the door. She glanced towards the door, clearly annoyed, before shouting out, "What is it?"
The door opened after a pause, and Phoebe looked up as a tall guy stepped into the room. He glanced at the class before advancing on Ms Atkinson. He said something quietly to her, before handing her a slightly crumpled up note. Like the majority of the females in the room, Phoebe leant forward to get a better look at the stranger.
"Class." Ms Atkinson said, seconds later. "This is Cole Turner. He'll be joining our history class."
Cole gave a small, lopsided smile before collapsing into a chair in the row in front of Phoebe's, about two seats to her right. Phoebe shuffled in her seat. As Ms Atkinson continued to hopelessly educate her students on the French Revolution, Phoebe couldn't help but glance at the new student. He was clearly older than most of the students in her grade were, that was possibly because he had turned up from a different state. His dark, short hair was slightly untidy, but Phoebe liked the way it didn't sit too neatly. She looked him up and down. Certainly better looking than most of the guys at this crummy school, she noted. She was on the verge of examining his hands, when he turned his head and looked directly at her. Phoebe's eyes grew wide as she quickly looked away. She couldn't help but smile slightly at her own stupidity, as she inwardly swore at herself.
"Is there any reason why you are not paying attention, Miss Hal-li-well?" Ms Atkinson croaked. Phoebe looked up, her eyebrows raised.
"No reason at all." She replied, flashing her teacher a smile. Ms Atkinson frowned at her for a second, before continuing. Phoebe sighed, sliding lazily into her chair. She didn't dare look back towards the dark haired stranger, her heart still beating fast from when he had caught her the first time.
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"Have you seen the new guy?" Phoebe's friend Hannah said to her from across the cafeteria table, as she pointed at Cole who had just picked up a tray of food and was contemplating where to sit. Phoebe picked at the soggy mass of nothingness that was supposed to resemble a plate of french- fries. She sighed and looked up.
"The tall, dark haired one that will most likely end up camped at that table?" Phoebe said, jerking her head towards a table at the other side of the cafeteria where the 'popular kids' were seated.
"Maybe not." Their other friend, Felicia offered from her seat next to Phoebe. She wiped away a curly hair that fell in front of her eyes. "Notice the dark clothing and the short, messy hair?" She asked.
"I like the short, messy hair." Phoebe said.
Felicia rolled her eyes before continuing. "As I was saying, those are the common trademarks for a guy that will end up behind K-Block sucking up heroin and constantly blackening his lungs with the cigarette he had after every lesson, before he collapses from either an O.D or lung cancer."
Phoebe grinned at her friend's casual, melodramatic account. Felicia was the typical smart ass, with replies and throw backs to anything anyone had to say. Hannah, on the other hand, was completely and utterly the girl with a brain that wasn't unpopular enough to be classified a nerd.
"Or maybe not." Hannah said suddenly. "He's heading this way." Phoebe's grin vanished.
"What?!" She hissed. She turned her head slightly to where Hannah had been looking, and quickly averted her gaze as she also saw Cole headed towards their table. "It's okay. He'll walk past us." She tried to convince her friend, as well as herself.
"Hey." Phoebe's eyes grew wide as she looked up.
"Hi." She slowly replied, as she looked back down. Cole stood awkwardly over their table.
"You're in my history class, aren't you?" He asked Phoebe.
Phoebe raised her eyebrows and feigned ignorance. "I am?"
"Yeah. I recall seeing you there." Cole said, giving her a small smile. "Cole Turner." He said offering her his hand.
"Ah, the new guy." Phoebe replied. After a slight hesitation she took his hand and shook it, releasing it quickly. Cole nodded with a smirk.
"I never caught your name. . ." He said, letting the sentence trail off.
Phoebe opened her mouth, letting it close immediately. Why was she going to hand out her name to this guy? Felicia was right, he probably would end up keeling over from a drug overdose.
"That's because she never gave it." Felicia said with a slight glance of disapproval.
"Ahh. So what do you think, will she give it sometime in the future?" He replied to Felicia, who looked up at him irritated. Before she could say anything though, Phoebe interjected.
"As much fun as this is, discussing my name. . .I have to get to class." She said standing up.
"What? There's still like ten minutes." Hannah said, staring at her friend.
Phoebe glared at her friend. "I have to see Mr Bracken about an assignment." She quickly thought up.
"Really? I'll come with you, I have his class next." Cole said, putting his tray down in front of Hannah, who raised her eyebrows at him, annoyed that he was taking up her 'personal space'. "I'm not hungry anyway." Cole said with a grin.
He followed Phoebe who had quickly disappeared into the crowd. "Miss Halliwell!" He shouted out, in an attempt to impersonate Ms Atkinson. Phoebe stopped and spun around.
"I thought you didn't know my name." She said, glaring at him wile ignoring the looks they were getting.
"I only caught your last name in class. You wouldn't want to tell me the first part, would you?" He asked, giving her another of his charming smiles. Phoebe let out a breath and spun around again, before swiftly walking out of the cafeteria towards her next class.
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All through Biology she ignored any attempt Cole made to talk to her. Surprising him, as well as herself as she snapped at him constantly. It was beyond her why she was so bitter towards him.
"Okay, listen. . ." Cole called out, running up behind her as she exited the school building. She didn't stop. "We got off on the wrong foot, although I'm not sure which one. . ." He trailed off, realising it wasn't the best way to continue the one sided conversation. "Alright!" He grabbed her arm forcefully but gently, causing her to stop. She turned around and looked at him expectantly. "I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry, okay? All I wanted was to know your name!"
"Why?" Phoebe finally spoke. Cole frowned.
"At first it was because I was curious. Now it's my mission in life." He said. Phoebe couldn't help but crack a smile. "Hmm, I saw that." Cole said quickly. Phoebe looked away and sighed.
"Phoebe. Phoebe Halliwell." She said. She raised her eyebrows. "Are you all self-actualised now?"
"Like you'll never know." Cole said with a smile.
"Phoebe! Let's go!" Phoebe turned to see her two elder sisters waiting for her. Phoebe turned back to look at Cole.
"My sisters." She explained. "Gotta go." She turned and started to jog towards her sisters.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Phoebe Halliwell." Cole called out to her. Phoebe glanced back with a smirk, before reaching Piper and Prue.
"Don't ask." She said, seeing their questioning looks.
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"That was easy enough." The older man said from behind Cole.
"It was harder than I thought." Cole replied, not flinching at the arrival of the man.
"Will you be able to go through with it?"
Cole turned around and eyed the man cautiously. "It's my first real assignment, why would I not?" He left the man and headed towards the parking lot, climbing into a slightly rusty old Volvo. "And you'd think I'd get a better car on my first assignment . . ." He mumbled, before putting the car in gear and speeding off down the road.
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"So who was he?" Piper asked, for the fourth time that afternoon.
"Piper. Give it a break." Prue said from the couch. She raised her head from the hard covered textbook she had been reading and smiled vaguely. "We'll just tell Grams, she'll be able to get it out of her." Piper grinned at her older sister and turned her gaze back to Phoebe, who only grimaced.
"Don't even think about it. . ." Phoebe warned, slamming shut her own textbook. Prue raised her eyebrows.
"Or what? We're your sisters, you're supposed to tell us everything." Prue said, closing her textbook and sitting up. Piper followed suit, staring eagerly at the youngest sister.
"He's no one!" Phoebe said, rolling her eyes.
"Grams!" Prue shouted out. Phoebe's eyes grew wide.
"Prue!" She hissed. Prue only tilted her head and gave her an expectant look. Phoebe sighed. "He's just some new guy." She finally said.
"Well we knew that. Why was he trying so eagerly to get your number?" Piper asked impatiently.
"I don't know, he's weird." Phoebe said shrugging her shoulders. Prue frowned. "I don't know!" Phoebe said again. Prue looked at her for a second, before shrugging and opening her textbook again. Piper glanced at her older sister, before giving a disappointed grunt and resuming her homework. Phoebe gave a relieved sigh.
"He didn't seem weird to me. Seemed to have the hots for you." Prue mumbled without looking up from the book. Piper giggled from Prue's side, and Prue ducked as Phoebe threw a cushion in her direction.
"Girls! Dinner!" Penny said entering the room. She caught the hopelessly suppressed grins on their faces. Before she could ask though, Phoebe rushed past her, followed by Piper. She gave Prue a frown. "What's going on?"
"Oh nothing." Prue said with a smile. She brushed past her grandmother and hurried down the stairs.
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