Prehistoric Problems
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any or its characters.
AN: This is a three-person-narrated-story. Sure thats a word. I am writing Paige's point of view. Aqua will write Piper's and Mac will write Phoebe's. This is just like our other super spiffy story, Lost on Cloud 9. Check it out!
Daisy
"Piper, is that all?" I asked, as I slowly pushed the squeaky shopping cart down the isle of the grocery store. Piper sighed and glanced down at the crumpled list she was holding.
"Um, no. We need breakfast food, Paige. I think it's on the next isle." I followed Piper around the corner and watched as she began chucking various boxes of cereal and pop-tarts into the cart. Deciding to be helpful, I turned to the shelf beside me. "How about some oatmeal?" I inquired half- heartedly, selecting a box of Quaker instant oatmeal.
"Sure I guess. Leo likes it and Wyatt probably will too." I nodded and let the box slip from my grasp to the growing pile of assorted groceries in front of me.
"Can we go now Piper?" I begged impatiently. Phoebe conveniently had to work today so I had been volunteered to go along on this week's shopping trip. I don't really enjoy grocery shopping.
"Yeah, I believe that's everything. Let's go pay," she responded and began to head to the nearest check out line.
"Finally", I mumbled, though apparently too loudly, because she spun around and sent me one of her famous 'watch-it' glares. I shot back a wide grin, to which she smirked and continued on her way.
***
"Paige can you get the last two bags from the car. I should go relieve Leo of Wyatt for a while. He's probably ripping his hair out," Piper said laughing.
"Sure" I replied joining in her laughter. The thought of Leo with no hair was rather amusing to us. As Piper trotted up the stairs, I stepped out into the cool San Francisco air to retrieve the groceries. Back inside, I began placing the items in their appropriate places, but suddenly stopped and sighed. This is so routine, I thought glumly. I mean yeah we don't exactly lead your typical ordinary lives, but it is still the same thing pretty much every day. Demon attacks, we vanquish, move on with our lives until the next time. I want something different. I want something out of the ordinary, more exciting. Suddenly I was drawn out of my musings by the painful heat sensation in my hands. Glancing down, I realized that I was holding the box of oatmeal. I quickly dropped it and stroked my now tender palm. That's weird, I thought and turned my gaze down to the box. "Creepy Quaker dude" I muttered.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Looking up, I found Piper standing in the doorway, Wyatt on her hip, and a quizzical expression on her face.
"Were you actually talking to the groceries Paige?" she asked grinning. "I mean I know you don't like grocery shopping, but I didn't really think it was so bad as to make you lose your mind." I narrowed my eyes at her in annoyance, which only succeeded in provoking her laughing at me. She handed me Wyatt and proceeded to help put away groceries.
"I wasn't talking to it and never mind that. Where's Phoebe? Isn't she supposed to be home by now?" I questioned, conveniently changing the subject.
"Leo said she called before we got home. She's on her way."
"Good, we should probably get to Darryl's sons' party before it ends. Don't you think?" I questioned sarcastically. Positioning Wyatt with one arm I used the other to cautiously and swiftly move the suspicious oatmeal to the cupboard.
"You know very well that it isn't just her fault we are missing half the party. We've all been busy." Piper defended. Before I could come up with another comment to throw back, the front door slammed and Phoebe burst into the kitchen, mumbling something about love-sick men and plants. I jumped as she threw her bag down on the table right in front of me and flounced down into a chair.
"Whoa, bad day lady?" I inquired.
"Apparently having my column turned in by tonight is not good enough for Jason. He needs it in 3 hours," she stated, laying her face in her hands. Suddenly, her head shot up and she turned towards me.
"Oh my god, the birthday party. I can't go."
"Oh yes you can, you have to" I declared.
"We told Darryl we were all going to be there, because we haven't seen the wife and kids in a while." Phoebe sighed heavily and glanced at Piper.
"Ok, fine. Piper, did you get a present?"
"Yeah, I went out this morning and got something. Darryl said he likes dinosaurs, so I got this plastic dino that makes sounds when you press the little button," Piper replied.
"Nifty. Alright, we ready to go? Where's Leo?" I questioned. "Upstairs. Let's go get him."
Little did we know that as we headed upstairs, the cupboard creaked open revealing the oatmeal box. The Quaker man dissolved off the box and transformed into corporal form. Glancing up the stairs he grinned and cackled evilly.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any or its characters.
AN: This is a three-person-narrated-story. Sure thats a word. I am writing Paige's point of view. Aqua will write Piper's and Mac will write Phoebe's. This is just like our other super spiffy story, Lost on Cloud 9. Check it out!
Daisy
"Piper, is that all?" I asked, as I slowly pushed the squeaky shopping cart down the isle of the grocery store. Piper sighed and glanced down at the crumpled list she was holding.
"Um, no. We need breakfast food, Paige. I think it's on the next isle." I followed Piper around the corner and watched as she began chucking various boxes of cereal and pop-tarts into the cart. Deciding to be helpful, I turned to the shelf beside me. "How about some oatmeal?" I inquired half- heartedly, selecting a box of Quaker instant oatmeal.
"Sure I guess. Leo likes it and Wyatt probably will too." I nodded and let the box slip from my grasp to the growing pile of assorted groceries in front of me.
"Can we go now Piper?" I begged impatiently. Phoebe conveniently had to work today so I had been volunteered to go along on this week's shopping trip. I don't really enjoy grocery shopping.
"Yeah, I believe that's everything. Let's go pay," she responded and began to head to the nearest check out line.
"Finally", I mumbled, though apparently too loudly, because she spun around and sent me one of her famous 'watch-it' glares. I shot back a wide grin, to which she smirked and continued on her way.
***
"Paige can you get the last two bags from the car. I should go relieve Leo of Wyatt for a while. He's probably ripping his hair out," Piper said laughing.
"Sure" I replied joining in her laughter. The thought of Leo with no hair was rather amusing to us. As Piper trotted up the stairs, I stepped out into the cool San Francisco air to retrieve the groceries. Back inside, I began placing the items in their appropriate places, but suddenly stopped and sighed. This is so routine, I thought glumly. I mean yeah we don't exactly lead your typical ordinary lives, but it is still the same thing pretty much every day. Demon attacks, we vanquish, move on with our lives until the next time. I want something different. I want something out of the ordinary, more exciting. Suddenly I was drawn out of my musings by the painful heat sensation in my hands. Glancing down, I realized that I was holding the box of oatmeal. I quickly dropped it and stroked my now tender palm. That's weird, I thought and turned my gaze down to the box. "Creepy Quaker dude" I muttered.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Looking up, I found Piper standing in the doorway, Wyatt on her hip, and a quizzical expression on her face.
"Were you actually talking to the groceries Paige?" she asked grinning. "I mean I know you don't like grocery shopping, but I didn't really think it was so bad as to make you lose your mind." I narrowed my eyes at her in annoyance, which only succeeded in provoking her laughing at me. She handed me Wyatt and proceeded to help put away groceries.
"I wasn't talking to it and never mind that. Where's Phoebe? Isn't she supposed to be home by now?" I questioned, conveniently changing the subject.
"Leo said she called before we got home. She's on her way."
"Good, we should probably get to Darryl's sons' party before it ends. Don't you think?" I questioned sarcastically. Positioning Wyatt with one arm I used the other to cautiously and swiftly move the suspicious oatmeal to the cupboard.
"You know very well that it isn't just her fault we are missing half the party. We've all been busy." Piper defended. Before I could come up with another comment to throw back, the front door slammed and Phoebe burst into the kitchen, mumbling something about love-sick men and plants. I jumped as she threw her bag down on the table right in front of me and flounced down into a chair.
"Whoa, bad day lady?" I inquired.
"Apparently having my column turned in by tonight is not good enough for Jason. He needs it in 3 hours," she stated, laying her face in her hands. Suddenly, her head shot up and she turned towards me.
"Oh my god, the birthday party. I can't go."
"Oh yes you can, you have to" I declared.
"We told Darryl we were all going to be there, because we haven't seen the wife and kids in a while." Phoebe sighed heavily and glanced at Piper.
"Ok, fine. Piper, did you get a present?"
"Yeah, I went out this morning and got something. Darryl said he likes dinosaurs, so I got this plastic dino that makes sounds when you press the little button," Piper replied.
"Nifty. Alright, we ready to go? Where's Leo?" I questioned. "Upstairs. Let's go get him."
Little did we know that as we headed upstairs, the cupboard creaked open revealing the oatmeal box. The Quaker man dissolved off the box and transformed into corporal form. Glancing up the stairs he grinned and cackled evilly.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! Just listen to that little voice in your head and click on that button that says REVIEW. I'll luv you forever!