"Piper..."
"What? I know you don't like him, which is kind of an understatement, but
he's got something to tell you. And Phoebe?" she grabbed her sister's left
arm, after Phoebe stood up, defiant, wanting to return to her date, "he's
pretty upset. You need to talk to him."
"Why, Piper? Just so he can go all 'I love you' on me?!"
"No, because...look, I don't know why. He loves you not to cause you any
harm, and if he does..."
"If he does...you'll have a homicide on your hands. Ba-ad business for your
club."
Piper rolled her eyes, and took her sister's hand, whispering a "trust me"
into her ear. How Phoebe could trust her, she knew she could never
understand. Not that she didn't trust her sister, but dragging her along to
meet Cole in the back? Who knew what kind of freaky-weird story he spun
Piper, trying to get her younger sister into the back.
Even if he did say he was good.
Phoebe scoffed as she pushed open the door. Good? Cole didn't know the
meaning of the word. Pushing Friday night, and already he had disrupted her
date, cancelled any further plans to enjoy some /time/ with Daniel, and
just generally interrupted anything good. Typical Cole.
"Cole?" she called. Any other time, any other life, she would have loved
that name. It sounded so strong, so...demonic. Which was the reason why she
now hated it, loathed it. That /name/ put her through a few good years of
hell. Literally. Sighing when he didn't reply, she turned back around, only
to find him, rugged, unshaven, and smelling like a brewery.
"Don't...don't go yet," he whispered taintedly, his eyes greeting hers with
a fellow defeat. Phoebe straightened up, before looking away. "What did you
want?"
He didn't answer, didn't reply. Instead he just stood still, slightly
wavering, without speaking.
"Cole?" she repeated, her voice tender, soft. Showing the love she had for
him all those months before, without even knowing it. He softened against
her calm voice, before breaking down. "You know what I want."
"Cole..."
"I love you, Phoebe. I love you, so, so much. It's killing me, not wanting
to hold you at night, not holding you in my arms. It's tearing me up
inside, when I know I can't kiss you."
"What? I know you don't like him, which is kind of an understatement, but
he's got something to tell you. And Phoebe?" she grabbed her sister's left
arm, after Phoebe stood up, defiant, wanting to return to her date, "he's
pretty upset. You need to talk to him."
"Why, Piper? Just so he can go all 'I love you' on me?!"
"No, because...look, I don't know why. He loves you not to cause you any
harm, and if he does..."
"If he does...you'll have a homicide on your hands. Ba-ad business for your
club."
Piper rolled her eyes, and took her sister's hand, whispering a "trust me"
into her ear. How Phoebe could trust her, she knew she could never
understand. Not that she didn't trust her sister, but dragging her along to
meet Cole in the back? Who knew what kind of freaky-weird story he spun
Piper, trying to get her younger sister into the back.
Even if he did say he was good.
Phoebe scoffed as she pushed open the door. Good? Cole didn't know the
meaning of the word. Pushing Friday night, and already he had disrupted her
date, cancelled any further plans to enjoy some /time/ with Daniel, and
just generally interrupted anything good. Typical Cole.
"Cole?" she called. Any other time, any other life, she would have loved
that name. It sounded so strong, so...demonic. Which was the reason why she
now hated it, loathed it. That /name/ put her through a few good years of
hell. Literally. Sighing when he didn't reply, she turned back around, only
to find him, rugged, unshaven, and smelling like a brewery.
"Don't...don't go yet," he whispered taintedly, his eyes greeting hers with
a fellow defeat. Phoebe straightened up, before looking away. "What did you
want?"
He didn't answer, didn't reply. Instead he just stood still, slightly
wavering, without speaking.
"Cole?" she repeated, her voice tender, soft. Showing the love she had for
him all those months before, without even knowing it. He softened against
her calm voice, before breaking down. "You know what I want."
"Cole..."
"I love you, Phoebe. I love you, so, so much. It's killing me, not wanting
to hold you at night, not holding you in my arms. It's tearing me up
inside, when I know I can't kiss you."