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And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're going to be the one that saves me
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Not knowing what to do, Prue drove around for a while. She stopped at Starbucks to pick up a cup of coffee, and ran into her former flame, Andy Trudeau.
Prue and Andy had been high school sweethearts, right up until graduation. They'd gone to different colleges, and hadn't seen each other since.
"Prue. You, uh, you look great." Andy said lamely. He looked down at her hand. He was trying to be discreet, but she knew he was checking for a ring. Prue felt her face get warm, remembering all the time she'd spent with him. She really could fall for him again.
"So do you." Prue replied, smiling. "So, what are you doing here? I thought you went to college in Oregon."
"I did. And now, I'm back." he said, smiling back at her.
"I'm glad." she responded. "So, what have you been up to?"
"Well, I'm a cop now." he said, flashing his badge.
"Figures." Prue wasn't the least bit surprised. Andy's father had been a cop, as had his grandfather.
"So, what do you do?" he asked.
"As of this morning? Unemployed." she answered. She shuddered at the sound of the word. This was the first time she'd heard it applied to herself, and she didn't like it.
"That's awful. I'm sorry." Andy said, sounding genuine.
Prue shook her head. "Don't be. I'm not."
Andy nodded, then glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry, I have to go. So... um, are you still living at the manor?"
Prue laughed, and wrote her phone number down on a napkin. He took it, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and dashed out. Prue left a few minutes after him, thinking that maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all.
When she got home, Phoebe was in the kitchen drinking coffee. There was a long, tense silence.
"Um, hi." Prue ventured awkwardly.
"Hi." Phoebe returned.
Another uncomfortable pause.
"So, uh, where's Piper?" Prue asked.
"Job interview." Phoebe replied.
Prue did a mental head-slap. She'd completely forgotten that Piper was trying for a job as chef in the new restaurant, Quake.
Phoebe got up. If all they were going to do was stare at each other uneasily, then she didn't want to be there. "I'm going for a bike ride." she mumbled, brushing past her older sister.
"Okay." Prue said quietly. She watched her go, then sank down at the table, painfully aware of the distance between them. It hurt Prue even more to realize that this exchange was the most civil conversation they'd had in months. And it had been so cold, so impersonal. Phoebe hadn't even bothered to ask what Prue was doing home so early.
Tears sprung to Prue's eyes, and automatically she fought them. She'd always been the strong one, the one to keep her emotions in check. The one that always hid her own feelings so as not to worry her sisters. 'But why should I now?' The thought came to her suddenly, but it wasn't all that unexpected. What surprised her were the feelings that came with it, hitting her like a tidal wave - anger, dispair, and most of all, helplessness. In a fury, she grabbed the empty cup Phoebe had left and hurled it against the wall above the sink, crying as it smashed. She sat back down, sobbing.
And then the phone rang.
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A/N: Cliffhanger? Or not so much? Anyhoo, don't worry. I won't keep you in suspense long. Thank God for snow days, I've got nothing to do but write. :D
~from the song "Wonderwall" by Oasis~
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're going to be the one that saves me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not knowing what to do, Prue drove around for a while. She stopped at Starbucks to pick up a cup of coffee, and ran into her former flame, Andy Trudeau.
Prue and Andy had been high school sweethearts, right up until graduation. They'd gone to different colleges, and hadn't seen each other since.
"Prue. You, uh, you look great." Andy said lamely. He looked down at her hand. He was trying to be discreet, but she knew he was checking for a ring. Prue felt her face get warm, remembering all the time she'd spent with him. She really could fall for him again.
"So do you." Prue replied, smiling. "So, what are you doing here? I thought you went to college in Oregon."
"I did. And now, I'm back." he said, smiling back at her.
"I'm glad." she responded. "So, what have you been up to?"
"Well, I'm a cop now." he said, flashing his badge.
"Figures." Prue wasn't the least bit surprised. Andy's father had been a cop, as had his grandfather.
"So, what do you do?" he asked.
"As of this morning? Unemployed." she answered. She shuddered at the sound of the word. This was the first time she'd heard it applied to herself, and she didn't like it.
"That's awful. I'm sorry." Andy said, sounding genuine.
Prue shook her head. "Don't be. I'm not."
Andy nodded, then glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry, I have to go. So... um, are you still living at the manor?"
Prue laughed, and wrote her phone number down on a napkin. He took it, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and dashed out. Prue left a few minutes after him, thinking that maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all.
When she got home, Phoebe was in the kitchen drinking coffee. There was a long, tense silence.
"Um, hi." Prue ventured awkwardly.
"Hi." Phoebe returned.
Another uncomfortable pause.
"So, uh, where's Piper?" Prue asked.
"Job interview." Phoebe replied.
Prue did a mental head-slap. She'd completely forgotten that Piper was trying for a job as chef in the new restaurant, Quake.
Phoebe got up. If all they were going to do was stare at each other uneasily, then she didn't want to be there. "I'm going for a bike ride." she mumbled, brushing past her older sister.
"Okay." Prue said quietly. She watched her go, then sank down at the table, painfully aware of the distance between them. It hurt Prue even more to realize that this exchange was the most civil conversation they'd had in months. And it had been so cold, so impersonal. Phoebe hadn't even bothered to ask what Prue was doing home so early.
Tears sprung to Prue's eyes, and automatically she fought them. She'd always been the strong one, the one to keep her emotions in check. The one that always hid her own feelings so as not to worry her sisters. 'But why should I now?' The thought came to her suddenly, but it wasn't all that unexpected. What surprised her were the feelings that came with it, hitting her like a tidal wave - anger, dispair, and most of all, helplessness. In a fury, she grabbed the empty cup Phoebe had left and hurled it against the wall above the sink, crying as it smashed. She sat back down, sobbing.
And then the phone rang.
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A/N: Cliffhanger? Or not so much? Anyhoo, don't worry. I won't keep you in suspense long. Thank God for snow days, I've got nothing to do but write. :D
~from the song "Wonderwall" by Oasis~