Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. wow, big shocker!
AN: Thanks guys, for the great reviews! I hope this chapter pleases you as much the last one!
Piper trudged up the stairs and down the hall, readying herself for the onslaught. Stopping at the door, she knocked gently, not expecting a positive reply. She wasn't disappointed.
"Go away. I don't feel like chatting right now," Paige called, rolling her eyes. She assumed it was Phoebe, wanting to apologize. Sighing, she flipped onto her stomach and tucked a pillow under her chin. Another knock sounded and she threw another pillow at the door. "I said I don't want to talk!," she repeated angrily.
"That's too bad sis," Piper answered, opening the door, "'Cause I do." Paige glared at her, furious. Piper just smiled sweetly and sat on the edge of the bed while Paige moved as far away as possible. "Mature," Piper muttered under her breath. Paige gave her a sarcastic, questioning look, to which Piper shook her head, indicating she wasn't going to reiterate her words.
"Paige, you can't just run off and lock yourself in your room every time we have a disagreement," Piper told her, "We aren't teenagers anymore."
"Maybe I want to act like a teenager," Paige protested childishly, receiving a grimace from her sister. Paige needed to be throttled! At times like these, she would be happy to apply for the job. "I don't see what the big deal is. I'm sick of talking about Glenn, and I don't see how any of it is your business anyway! He's my problem," she continued, sending a pointed look at Piper.
"Fine, Paige, if you want to sit up here and sulk like a child, don't let me disturb you," Piper responded with some semblance of calm, "I'll stay out of 'your business." Paige watched Piper's retreating back and felt a stab of guilt, followed by a wave of it. Great. Piper had only been trying to help after all, she hadn't needed to insult her. Pride and a little bit of anger kept her from following her sister, although she was sorely tempted to do just that.
"How'd it go?," Phoebe asked, glancing up. From the look on Piper's face, not too well. Phoebe watched her sister pace the floor a few times, then sit down angrily.
"Sometimes she makes me want to hurt her," Piper ranted, "I went up there to check on her and she told me to that her problems were none of my business! Can you believe that?" Phoebe raised her eyebrows, unused to seeing Piper in such a frenzy.
"She's just upset, Piper," Phoebe soothed, "Maybe I should try." Piper glared at her, but felt her anger dying down as quick as it had come.
"Yeah. You guys have always gotten along better anyway," Piper agreed, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Phoebe patted her hand, causing Piper to have the sudden urge to bite her, then left the kitchen.
Paige listened to the footsteps coming closer to her room and groaned. Did they not understand her insistence that she didn't want to TALK? Her door banged open and Phoebe stalked in. Giving her a disgusted look, Paige sat up and crossed her arms.
"Try knocking," she suggested sarcastically "Usually helps to ease a little hostility." Phoebe was not amused. If Paige was going to blow off Piper's caring-older-sister routine, then she would try a different tactic. Something she liked to call pissed off.
"Save your comments, Paige," Phoebe spat, "I'm only here to tell you that I don't appreciate you treating Piper like a damn nuisance, especially when she was there to help you. So drop the attitude. It doesn't work with me, I've used it before." Paige stared at her, a little surprised by the sudden show of anger. It didn't take long, though, for her temper to match Phoebe's.
"I am not going to go through the ridiculous Brady Bunch act," Paige answered hotly, "This isn't a television show. In real life, people don't talk things out and then suddenly, everything gets magically better."
"You know Paige, it might be good for you to think about what you say," Phoebe suggested in an acid tone, "One of these days you're going to realize how nice it is to have someone to talk to." With that, Phoebe spun on her heel and left Paige to simmer. This was just perfect. That was the second person to turn their back on her today, and it was no one's fault but her own.
"Great goin' Paige," she mumbled to herself and buried her head in her pillow. What a day. She checked her clock and saw that it was only 8:00. She'd managed to make both of her sisters mad before noon. Now, that was a task. All over Glenn, at that. What was wrong with her? He was a friend, nothing more, nothing less, but...when she thought about him, her heart jumped and she got butterflies in her stomach. That wasn't a normal reaction to a guy that was just a friend. Then again, it wasn't a normal relationship. They'd been friends their whole lives, so of course she felt something about him. Not love in the marriage sense, love in the been-friends-for-years sense. Right? Right. She hoped so. Otherwise, she was in for a lot of headaches. Besides all that, he would never think of her that way! Even if she did, he wouldn't. She didn't much feel like getting her heart broken.
"Paige," she scolded herself, "Stop thinking about it. You'll give yourself a migraine."
"You know," Phoebe commented to Piper, "I don't see why she doesn't tell him how she feels. We both knows he feels the same way, and it would make things go a lot smoother around here." Piper nodded, but her mind was somewhere else.
"She's afraid," she whispered, half to herself, "She's afraid of what would happen." Phoebe glanced at her and cocked her head.
"How do you know?," she questioned, looking doubtful.
"I did it, too," Piper answered thoughtfully, "I did it, too..."
AN: Thanks guys, for the great reviews! I hope this chapter pleases you as much the last one!
Piper trudged up the stairs and down the hall, readying herself for the onslaught. Stopping at the door, she knocked gently, not expecting a positive reply. She wasn't disappointed.
"Go away. I don't feel like chatting right now," Paige called, rolling her eyes. She assumed it was Phoebe, wanting to apologize. Sighing, she flipped onto her stomach and tucked a pillow under her chin. Another knock sounded and she threw another pillow at the door. "I said I don't want to talk!," she repeated angrily.
"That's too bad sis," Piper answered, opening the door, "'Cause I do." Paige glared at her, furious. Piper just smiled sweetly and sat on the edge of the bed while Paige moved as far away as possible. "Mature," Piper muttered under her breath. Paige gave her a sarcastic, questioning look, to which Piper shook her head, indicating she wasn't going to reiterate her words.
"Paige, you can't just run off and lock yourself in your room every time we have a disagreement," Piper told her, "We aren't teenagers anymore."
"Maybe I want to act like a teenager," Paige protested childishly, receiving a grimace from her sister. Paige needed to be throttled! At times like these, she would be happy to apply for the job. "I don't see what the big deal is. I'm sick of talking about Glenn, and I don't see how any of it is your business anyway! He's my problem," she continued, sending a pointed look at Piper.
"Fine, Paige, if you want to sit up here and sulk like a child, don't let me disturb you," Piper responded with some semblance of calm, "I'll stay out of 'your business." Paige watched Piper's retreating back and felt a stab of guilt, followed by a wave of it. Great. Piper had only been trying to help after all, she hadn't needed to insult her. Pride and a little bit of anger kept her from following her sister, although she was sorely tempted to do just that.
"How'd it go?," Phoebe asked, glancing up. From the look on Piper's face, not too well. Phoebe watched her sister pace the floor a few times, then sit down angrily.
"Sometimes she makes me want to hurt her," Piper ranted, "I went up there to check on her and she told me to that her problems were none of my business! Can you believe that?" Phoebe raised her eyebrows, unused to seeing Piper in such a frenzy.
"She's just upset, Piper," Phoebe soothed, "Maybe I should try." Piper glared at her, but felt her anger dying down as quick as it had come.
"Yeah. You guys have always gotten along better anyway," Piper agreed, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Phoebe patted her hand, causing Piper to have the sudden urge to bite her, then left the kitchen.
Paige listened to the footsteps coming closer to her room and groaned. Did they not understand her insistence that she didn't want to TALK? Her door banged open and Phoebe stalked in. Giving her a disgusted look, Paige sat up and crossed her arms.
"Try knocking," she suggested sarcastically "Usually helps to ease a little hostility." Phoebe was not amused. If Paige was going to blow off Piper's caring-older-sister routine, then she would try a different tactic. Something she liked to call pissed off.
"Save your comments, Paige," Phoebe spat, "I'm only here to tell you that I don't appreciate you treating Piper like a damn nuisance, especially when she was there to help you. So drop the attitude. It doesn't work with me, I've used it before." Paige stared at her, a little surprised by the sudden show of anger. It didn't take long, though, for her temper to match Phoebe's.
"I am not going to go through the ridiculous Brady Bunch act," Paige answered hotly, "This isn't a television show. In real life, people don't talk things out and then suddenly, everything gets magically better."
"You know Paige, it might be good for you to think about what you say," Phoebe suggested in an acid tone, "One of these days you're going to realize how nice it is to have someone to talk to." With that, Phoebe spun on her heel and left Paige to simmer. This was just perfect. That was the second person to turn their back on her today, and it was no one's fault but her own.
"Great goin' Paige," she mumbled to herself and buried her head in her pillow. What a day. She checked her clock and saw that it was only 8:00. She'd managed to make both of her sisters mad before noon. Now, that was a task. All over Glenn, at that. What was wrong with her? He was a friend, nothing more, nothing less, but...when she thought about him, her heart jumped and she got butterflies in her stomach. That wasn't a normal reaction to a guy that was just a friend. Then again, it wasn't a normal relationship. They'd been friends their whole lives, so of course she felt something about him. Not love in the marriage sense, love in the been-friends-for-years sense. Right? Right. She hoped so. Otherwise, she was in for a lot of headaches. Besides all that, he would never think of her that way! Even if she did, he wouldn't. She didn't much feel like getting her heart broken.
"Paige," she scolded herself, "Stop thinking about it. You'll give yourself a migraine."
"You know," Phoebe commented to Piper, "I don't see why she doesn't tell him how she feels. We both knows he feels the same way, and it would make things go a lot smoother around here." Piper nodded, but her mind was somewhere else.
"She's afraid," she whispered, half to herself, "She's afraid of what would happen." Phoebe glanced at her and cocked her head.
"How do you know?," she questioned, looking doubtful.
"I did it, too," Piper answered thoughtfully, "I did it, too..."