A/N: I'm back! Here's what you've all been waiting for... lunch! Oh and by the way... shel? I was reading some of your stories yesterday and you HAVE to make a sequel to tempting fate. Have to. :-)

 Nor stuck her head into classroom B4. Mrs. Winter?

Oh? Yes? Mrs. Winter turned away from one of her students with a pat on the girl's head to face the person at the door.

Nor stepped in the classroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. Hi. I'm Nor. I'm here to pick up Wyatt Halliwell.

Mrs. Winter looked a bit skeptical. May I ask why?

He's needed at home. She looked towards Wyatt before leaning towards the preschool teacher and whispering conspiratorially, His mom wants to take him for lunch. He was very upset this morning - thinking that they wouldn't go out.

Mrs. Winter smiled and gave a little wink to Nor. No wonder he's been so antsy, she said quietly to herself. She raised her hand in the air and waved it towards the blond haired four year old. Wyatt dear! Come here!

Wyatt scampered up to where Nor and Mrs. Winter stood.

Mrs. Winter began to unnecessarily explain. she looked towards Nor.

Nor filled in.

Ah! Yes! Mrs. Winter nodded and turned again towards Wyatt. Your cousin is here to pick you up!

Wyatt's face lit up. He and Nor left the classroom, smiling. Nor ruffled his hair as soon as the door to classroom B4 shut. Earp? That's a one time deal.

Wyatt nodded, agreeing, but knowing, with a secret smile, that Nor was lying.

* * * * * *

Phoebe pulled a blue shirt over her head, spun in front of the mirror, and threw it on the bed. She searched through her drawers again and then looked, distraught, at her bed. It was piled with all the shirts she owned. She sighed and walked into the hallway.

She looked around Paige's closet for a moment before deciding that none of those clothes were for her. Well... Maybe...

Phoebe smiled to herself. She ran back to her own room and searched through the pile of shirts on her bed. That's when she found it. The floral print, slightly sheer, tank top with the ruffles at the bottom. It was perfect. She smiled as she pulled it over her head and twirled in front of the full length mirror.

* * * * * *

So what do you think about tonight? Nick asked, flipping records into their boxes.

It sounds great, Paige replied, a bit anxious.

That's fantastic. The place is really great. You'll love it, Nick assured her. He threw a record to the side, wondering how it had gotten there in the first place.

And you still won't tell me where it is? Paige pleaded. She giggled.

Nick shook his head. It's the customary third date surprise.

Really, huh? Paige sounded dubious. Nick could almost see her roll her eyes.

Oh c'mon. It's my new tradition.

Paige laughed. OK. Listen. My boss is coming.

Mine too, Nick said glancing over his shoulders.

Paige laughed again. Not all of us get to be our own bosses. Stop teasing! Pick me up at around eight? I'll dress nice.

You always do, Nick replied.

Paige sounded pleased as she gave her good-byes and hung up.

* * * * * *

Do you think that we should apologize to Nor? Piper asked Leo.

Leo shrugged. I don't think she'd appreciate right now. She'll come to us.

Piper gave a groan. This is almost bad as dealing with Phoebe when she was a teen! She gave a shrug, calming down. Well... this isn't as bad at all, actually. If I could deal with that time that Phoebe came home when we were heading off to school and prevent Prue from killing our youngest sister then I can deal with this. Leo nodded. Drew! You have to get that stuff set up before the band comes in! Piper shouted, walking over to the stage.

* * * * * *

Phoebe arrived late. Cole was already sitting down at the fairly isolated booth in the restaurant.

she greeted coldly, sitting down.

Hello, Phoebe, he said, in the same fashion.

They said nothing to each other. Phoebe ordered vegetarian spaghetti and Cole a hamburger and they said nothing until it came.

I love you, Phoebe told Cole quietly, smiling a little bit. I love you, she repeated, firmly.

Cole, the slob, said, despite himself, Yeah? I love you too Phoebe. He went to put his hand on the table, but she pulled away. He frowned sadly.

Phoebe put both hands in her lap. She was going to get out what she had to say. If she held Cole's hand she didn't think she'd have the guts to say it. I know. We love each other, she took a breath, Cole flinched at the word which would seal his fate. It had been good while it lasted. Phoebe repeated, my family is going to have a hard time with that if we get back together. She took another bite of spaghetti, afraid to do anything else. She finally looked at Cole after a beat.

Your family? Together? Cole asked, incredulous.

Phoebe nodded. She finished chewing before she spoke again. She grabbed his hand. He was too shocked to anything. I want to get back together, Cole. We could make it work. We could, she looked into his eyes, pleading.

Cole, before he could stop himself, said it,

Phoebe's eyes went wide. She was the incredulous one this time. She looked hurt.

Cole said firmly. He let go of her hand. You have to get it together before there is any us again. I have to get it together. And why is it always up to you? Did you think I'd never say no? Or that I could ever say that we were getting back together?

Phoebe said angrily.

Cole, however, was on a roll. You don't have a job, Phoebe. You went back to college and got that degree yet you're rotting with no job and living with your sisters.

You know why I live with my sisters, Cole, Phoebe said, narrowing her eyes.

Yes I do, but that's not an excuse. You should be able to support yourself. You don't even know your sisters who you live with.

I know my sisters, Cole. She raised her voice, irate. And what about you Cole Turner? You're an emotionally dependent slob who can't deal with the real world. You brought yourself back from where you came from, dragging yourself out of that evil and yet you don't know or can't relate to the world where you brought yourself to. You don't have any real relationships with people! You... You... Cole! She picked up her water glass, holding it menacingly, but decided against it and slammed it down on the table, water sloshing out of the glass and spilling on her hand. Cole Turner! She threatened, narrowing her eyes and walking away.

A/N: How did you like that? There's more to come... don't worry. This isn't the end.