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A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews, I didn't think many people liked AU stories. Glad to be proven wrong though.
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"I thought you didn't like him." Piper said, lying flat on her back on Phoebe's bed, throwing a small beanbag in the air and trying unsuccessfully to catch it.
"I don't." Phoebe stated as she lightly applied some black eyeliner.
"So why are you going out of your way to make yourself look good?" Prue questioned from the doorway, where she was leaning on the doorframe gazing at her youngest sister. Phoebe paused and stared at her sister's reflection in the mirror.
"Because," She started, as she continued to apply the eyeliner, "We might be going somewhere crowded. I wouldn't want to look terrible in front of a crowd of people, would I?" Phoebe said.
"Hmm." Prue said, not fooled. "And if you don't like him at all, why are you going out with him in the first place?"
"I told you. So he'll leave me alone." Phoebe said annoyed.
"Ignore him long enough and he'll get the message." Piper said from the bed.
"I don't want to wait that long, okay?" Phoebe said, raising her voice as she spun around.
"Sure, whatever." Piper said, cringing as she missed the beanbag and it landed with a 'thump' on her forehead.
"What's this boy like?" Grams said, entering the room. Phoebe looked up.
"He's an egotistical male, Grams, you won't like him." She said with a smile.
"Yeah Grams, but he's not a boy." Prue said collapsing onto the bed next to Piper.
"He's a man." Piper growled, raising her eyebrows.
"A masculine slab of meat." Prue teased.
"A tasty chunk of pork." Piper said grinning, following suit.
"Girls, that's enough." Grams warned. "I'm sure Phoebe already knows how. . .tasty. . .this masculine chunk of meat actually is."
"Grams!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Sorry, couldn't help it." Grams said holding up her hands in innocence, while Piper and Prue chuckled on the bed.
"Enough! All of you! I'm going out with him once, and never again." Phoebe said with a grimace. "Can you help me with this?" She asked her grandmother, holding out a necklace. As Grams took hold of the necklace, the doorbell sounded downstairs. "Oh, crap. . ." Phoebe mumbled.
"Don't worry, we'll keep him company!" Prue called, already running down the stairs. Piper hurried after her.
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Cole adjusted his shirt before stepping into the pool of light in front of the door. He hesitated before pressing the doorbell.
"Don't screw this up." The same demon that had been lounging in his sofa days before appeared in front of him. Cole heard voices descending the stairs.
"I won't." He replied. The demon disappeared seconds before the door was swung open. Cole smiled awkwardly as he saw Phoebe's two sisters - Prue and Piper, as research had told him. "Hi. I'm Cole Turner. . .is Phoebe ready?"
"Not yet. I'm Prue, this is Piper." Prue said shaking his outstretched hand.
"Phoebe'll be down in a minute, come in." Piper offered as she also shook his hand.
Cole paused for a second before entering the house. He looked around. It didn't seem like an unorthodox home. He certainly would never have guessed four witches lived there. "It's nice." He said, as silence filled the room.
"If you hurt her. . ." Prue blurted out, before Piper nudged her. "What?" She questioned her sister. She looked at Cole again, suspiciously. "We're not as nice as we look." She said, advancing on Cole slowly.
"I don't doubt that." Cole said, stepping back.
"Good, because if you hurt her in any way--"
"I'm not planning on." Cole lied.
"Glad we got that sorted out." Prue said smiling again. Cole's eyes grew wide with shock.
"Let's get this over with." Phoebe mumbled loudly as she descended the stairs. Cole looked up, and his face depicted authentic awe.
"You look great." He said truthfully, shocking himself. Phoebe looked down at her choice of clothing. A simple pair of dark jeans, which complimented her light pink top. Nice, but hardly 'great'.
"Right." She said. She walked past her sisters and towards the door. She opened it and stopped. "Coming?" She asked.
"Yeah." Cole said slowly. He followed her to the door.
"Hang on." Grams said as she too descended the stairs. Cole stopped and looked up.
"Hi, ma'am. My name is Cole Turner, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said walking forward and meeting her at the bottom of the stairs, his hand outstretched. Phoebe rolled her eyes.
"And you." Grams said shaking his hand in surprise. She smiled, before turning serious. "Ten thirty sharp. Any time after that and I will--"
"Let's go!" Phoebe said loudly, cutting off her grandmother. As much as she disliked Cole, or thought she did, she wouldn't wish this interrogation on anyone.
"I'll drop her back at ten." Cole said with a smile. He gave Piper and Prue a small wave before exiting the manor. Grams raised her eyebrows at Phoebe.
"Egotistical male?" She questioned quietly.
"He usually is." Phoebe said shrugging. She said a quick goodbye before following Cole.
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"Your family protective enough?" Cole asked sarcastically as they walked towards his car. Phoebe didn't say anything. Cole climbed into the car and leaned over to unlock her door. He turned the keys and started the engine, pausing and looking at Phoebe when he realised she hadn't yet opened the door. He turned off the engine and climbed out of the car, staring at her over the roof of the car. "Are you coming?"
"Sure. But this is a date. You're supposed to be a gentleman and open the door for me." Phoebe said, batting her eyelashes. Cole gritted his teeth. He walked quickly around the front of the car and paused as she stepped out of his way. He leant over and opened the door.
"After you." He said. Phoebe gave a nod of thanks and climbed into the car. Cole closed the door after her, before walking back to his side of the car and climbing in. He stole one quick glance at Phoebe, and turned away as she gave him a smug smile. He started the car and drove slowly down the driveway. Phoebe stopped smiling, but couldn't help but feel happy. Maybe it wasn't going to be as terrible as she thought.
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Well? Review and tell me what you thought.
A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews, I didn't think many people liked AU stories. Glad to be proven wrong though.
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"I thought you didn't like him." Piper said, lying flat on her back on Phoebe's bed, throwing a small beanbag in the air and trying unsuccessfully to catch it.
"I don't." Phoebe stated as she lightly applied some black eyeliner.
"So why are you going out of your way to make yourself look good?" Prue questioned from the doorway, where she was leaning on the doorframe gazing at her youngest sister. Phoebe paused and stared at her sister's reflection in the mirror.
"Because," She started, as she continued to apply the eyeliner, "We might be going somewhere crowded. I wouldn't want to look terrible in front of a crowd of people, would I?" Phoebe said.
"Hmm." Prue said, not fooled. "And if you don't like him at all, why are you going out with him in the first place?"
"I told you. So he'll leave me alone." Phoebe said annoyed.
"Ignore him long enough and he'll get the message." Piper said from the bed.
"I don't want to wait that long, okay?" Phoebe said, raising her voice as she spun around.
"Sure, whatever." Piper said, cringing as she missed the beanbag and it landed with a 'thump' on her forehead.
"What's this boy like?" Grams said, entering the room. Phoebe looked up.
"He's an egotistical male, Grams, you won't like him." She said with a smile.
"Yeah Grams, but he's not a boy." Prue said collapsing onto the bed next to Piper.
"He's a man." Piper growled, raising her eyebrows.
"A masculine slab of meat." Prue teased.
"A tasty chunk of pork." Piper said grinning, following suit.
"Girls, that's enough." Grams warned. "I'm sure Phoebe already knows how. . .tasty. . .this masculine chunk of meat actually is."
"Grams!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Sorry, couldn't help it." Grams said holding up her hands in innocence, while Piper and Prue chuckled on the bed.
"Enough! All of you! I'm going out with him once, and never again." Phoebe said with a grimace. "Can you help me with this?" She asked her grandmother, holding out a necklace. As Grams took hold of the necklace, the doorbell sounded downstairs. "Oh, crap. . ." Phoebe mumbled.
"Don't worry, we'll keep him company!" Prue called, already running down the stairs. Piper hurried after her.
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Cole adjusted his shirt before stepping into the pool of light in front of the door. He hesitated before pressing the doorbell.
"Don't screw this up." The same demon that had been lounging in his sofa days before appeared in front of him. Cole heard voices descending the stairs.
"I won't." He replied. The demon disappeared seconds before the door was swung open. Cole smiled awkwardly as he saw Phoebe's two sisters - Prue and Piper, as research had told him. "Hi. I'm Cole Turner. . .is Phoebe ready?"
"Not yet. I'm Prue, this is Piper." Prue said shaking his outstretched hand.
"Phoebe'll be down in a minute, come in." Piper offered as she also shook his hand.
Cole paused for a second before entering the house. He looked around. It didn't seem like an unorthodox home. He certainly would never have guessed four witches lived there. "It's nice." He said, as silence filled the room.
"If you hurt her. . ." Prue blurted out, before Piper nudged her. "What?" She questioned her sister. She looked at Cole again, suspiciously. "We're not as nice as we look." She said, advancing on Cole slowly.
"I don't doubt that." Cole said, stepping back.
"Good, because if you hurt her in any way--"
"I'm not planning on." Cole lied.
"Glad we got that sorted out." Prue said smiling again. Cole's eyes grew wide with shock.
"Let's get this over with." Phoebe mumbled loudly as she descended the stairs. Cole looked up, and his face depicted authentic awe.
"You look great." He said truthfully, shocking himself. Phoebe looked down at her choice of clothing. A simple pair of dark jeans, which complimented her light pink top. Nice, but hardly 'great'.
"Right." She said. She walked past her sisters and towards the door. She opened it and stopped. "Coming?" She asked.
"Yeah." Cole said slowly. He followed her to the door.
"Hang on." Grams said as she too descended the stairs. Cole stopped and looked up.
"Hi, ma'am. My name is Cole Turner, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said walking forward and meeting her at the bottom of the stairs, his hand outstretched. Phoebe rolled her eyes.
"And you." Grams said shaking his hand in surprise. She smiled, before turning serious. "Ten thirty sharp. Any time after that and I will--"
"Let's go!" Phoebe said loudly, cutting off her grandmother. As much as she disliked Cole, or thought she did, she wouldn't wish this interrogation on anyone.
"I'll drop her back at ten." Cole said with a smile. He gave Piper and Prue a small wave before exiting the manor. Grams raised her eyebrows at Phoebe.
"Egotistical male?" She questioned quietly.
"He usually is." Phoebe said shrugging. She said a quick goodbye before following Cole.
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"Your family protective enough?" Cole asked sarcastically as they walked towards his car. Phoebe didn't say anything. Cole climbed into the car and leaned over to unlock her door. He turned the keys and started the engine, pausing and looking at Phoebe when he realised she hadn't yet opened the door. He turned off the engine and climbed out of the car, staring at her over the roof of the car. "Are you coming?"
"Sure. But this is a date. You're supposed to be a gentleman and open the door for me." Phoebe said, batting her eyelashes. Cole gritted his teeth. He walked quickly around the front of the car and paused as she stepped out of his way. He leant over and opened the door.
"After you." He said. Phoebe gave a nod of thanks and climbed into the car. Cole closed the door after her, before walking back to his side of the car and climbing in. He stole one quick glance at Phoebe, and turned away as she gave him a smug smile. He started the car and drove slowly down the driveway. Phoebe stopped smiling, but couldn't help but feel happy. Maybe it wasn't going to be as terrible as she thought.
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