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The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours
That's the way I like it, and I'll never get bored
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Phoebe rubbed her eyes, looking up from her stack of books. She'd been in the college library doing research for her paper all day. Now, it was time for a break.
Shoving her notes into her backpack, she got up and headed over to the student center. It was unusually crowded, and there were only two seats left at the counter, right next to each other. Phoebe grabbed one, and a friendly, good-looking guy soon took the other.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Billy."
"Phoebe." she replied, smiling at him. He seemed nice enough.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked amicably.
"Oh, the usual. I've got a paper due the day after tomorrow, and I needed a caffeine rush."
"Same here." Billy replied. He signalled to the woman behind the counter. "Two coffees, please."
"Oh, you really don't have to-" Phoebe started to protest, but Billy held up a hand to silence her.
"I want to. Please, let me." he insisted.
The waitress came with their coffees.
"How do you take yours?" Phoebe asked, grabbing a handful of sugar packets from the box on the counter.
Billy poured two sugar packets into his cup, and stirred it absently. "You know," he began shyly, "I've seen you around campus before. A few times, actually, I... um, I've been too nervous to ask you, but what the hell, right? Anyway... Um, would you consider-?"
"Are you trying to ask me out?" Phoebe interrupted.
Billy smiled apprehensively. "Am I that obvious?"
Phoebe giggled. "Yes. And... yes. I'd love to go out with you."
Billy's smile grew wider and more relaxed. "Great. Tonight, then? Or do you have to work on your paper?"
Phoebe shook her head, having nearly finished her paper that afternoon. "Tonight would be great."
"Great." Billy echoed. He glanced at his watch. "I have to go to class. Where can I pick you up?"
Phoebe scribbled her adress and phone number on a napkin and handed it to him. "Thanks for the coffee." she called as he rushed out the door.
She stayed a few minutes longer, linguring over what was left of her coffee. When she'd drained the cup, she tossed it and went home.
"Prue, Piper, I'm home!" she called, slamming the door behind her.
Prue came down the hall, a stack of papers in hand. "Piper's not home."
"Where is she?" Phoebe asked.
Prue shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe she went out to look for another job."
"I can't believe she quit Quake." Phoebe mused.
"Well, maybe it'll be good for her." Prue said. "You know she's always wanted to own her own restaurant, not work in someone else's. Maybe now she will."
"And speaking of work..." Phoebe gestured to the files her sister was holding. "What's all that?"
Prue rustled the papers, glancing lightly at them. "Oh, nothing. Just a few folders Rex asked me to go through for the auction next week."
Phoebe narrowed her eyes. "Prue, how many times have you brought work home in the past month?"
Prue shifted from foot to foot. "Oh, I don't know, Pheebs. A few?"
"A lot." Phoebe corrected. "And how many hours of overtime have you put in?"
"What's with the third degree? I happen to enjoy my job, is that wrong?" Prue asked.
"I'm just worried about you." Phoebe said. "You've been working too much."
"Says the girl who's been at the library day and night the past week." Prue snorted.
"For your information, I happen to have a date tonight, with a really sweet guy I met at school." Phoebe countered.
Prue's eyebrows lifted. "Really? So tell me more about this 'really sweet guy' of yours."
Phoebe smiled mischeiviously. "Wouldn't you like to know." she said. She dropped down onto the living room couch, leaving Prue standing in the foyer.
"Oh no," the elder Halliwell said, turning on her heel and coming to sit down next to her sister. "You're telling me everything. Who is he?"
"Billy." Phoebe answered. "His name is Billy."
"And...?" Prue pressed.
Phoebe shrugged. "He's just this guy I met at the student center. He bought me coffee, and asked for my number."
"Smooth." Prue remarked. "Every guy that's talked to you for more than two minutes knows that the way to your heart is through your caffeine intake."
Phoebe hit her with a throw pillow. "And what about you?" she asked. "I haven't seen you go on more than two dates with a guy in a long time. When are you going to get out there?"
Prue shrugged. The truth was, she still didn't know. "Soon," she said. It was as much a promise to herself as it was an answer for Phoebe. "Soon."
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A/N: Please review. I know, you're thinking I shouldn't complain, I've already got over 200, but when I'm barely getting one or two per chapter, it can be frustrating. The amount of reviews seems to be picking up, though, so thanks for that. :)
~from the song "All Star" by Smashmouth~
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours
That's the way I like it, and I'll never get bored
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Phoebe rubbed her eyes, looking up from her stack of books. She'd been in the college library doing research for her paper all day. Now, it was time for a break.
Shoving her notes into her backpack, she got up and headed over to the student center. It was unusually crowded, and there were only two seats left at the counter, right next to each other. Phoebe grabbed one, and a friendly, good-looking guy soon took the other.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Billy."
"Phoebe." she replied, smiling at him. He seemed nice enough.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked amicably.
"Oh, the usual. I've got a paper due the day after tomorrow, and I needed a caffeine rush."
"Same here." Billy replied. He signalled to the woman behind the counter. "Two coffees, please."
"Oh, you really don't have to-" Phoebe started to protest, but Billy held up a hand to silence her.
"I want to. Please, let me." he insisted.
The waitress came with their coffees.
"How do you take yours?" Phoebe asked, grabbing a handful of sugar packets from the box on the counter.
Billy poured two sugar packets into his cup, and stirred it absently. "You know," he began shyly, "I've seen you around campus before. A few times, actually, I... um, I've been too nervous to ask you, but what the hell, right? Anyway... Um, would you consider-?"
"Are you trying to ask me out?" Phoebe interrupted.
Billy smiled apprehensively. "Am I that obvious?"
Phoebe giggled. "Yes. And... yes. I'd love to go out with you."
Billy's smile grew wider and more relaxed. "Great. Tonight, then? Or do you have to work on your paper?"
Phoebe shook her head, having nearly finished her paper that afternoon. "Tonight would be great."
"Great." Billy echoed. He glanced at his watch. "I have to go to class. Where can I pick you up?"
Phoebe scribbled her adress and phone number on a napkin and handed it to him. "Thanks for the coffee." she called as he rushed out the door.
She stayed a few minutes longer, linguring over what was left of her coffee. When she'd drained the cup, she tossed it and went home.
"Prue, Piper, I'm home!" she called, slamming the door behind her.
Prue came down the hall, a stack of papers in hand. "Piper's not home."
"Where is she?" Phoebe asked.
Prue shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe she went out to look for another job."
"I can't believe she quit Quake." Phoebe mused.
"Well, maybe it'll be good for her." Prue said. "You know she's always wanted to own her own restaurant, not work in someone else's. Maybe now she will."
"And speaking of work..." Phoebe gestured to the files her sister was holding. "What's all that?"
Prue rustled the papers, glancing lightly at them. "Oh, nothing. Just a few folders Rex asked me to go through for the auction next week."
Phoebe narrowed her eyes. "Prue, how many times have you brought work home in the past month?"
Prue shifted from foot to foot. "Oh, I don't know, Pheebs. A few?"
"A lot." Phoebe corrected. "And how many hours of overtime have you put in?"
"What's with the third degree? I happen to enjoy my job, is that wrong?" Prue asked.
"I'm just worried about you." Phoebe said. "You've been working too much."
"Says the girl who's been at the library day and night the past week." Prue snorted.
"For your information, I happen to have a date tonight, with a really sweet guy I met at school." Phoebe countered.
Prue's eyebrows lifted. "Really? So tell me more about this 'really sweet guy' of yours."
Phoebe smiled mischeiviously. "Wouldn't you like to know." she said. She dropped down onto the living room couch, leaving Prue standing in the foyer.
"Oh no," the elder Halliwell said, turning on her heel and coming to sit down next to her sister. "You're telling me everything. Who is he?"
"Billy." Phoebe answered. "His name is Billy."
"And...?" Prue pressed.
Phoebe shrugged. "He's just this guy I met at the student center. He bought me coffee, and asked for my number."
"Smooth." Prue remarked. "Every guy that's talked to you for more than two minutes knows that the way to your heart is through your caffeine intake."
Phoebe hit her with a throw pillow. "And what about you?" she asked. "I haven't seen you go on more than two dates with a guy in a long time. When are you going to get out there?"
Prue shrugged. The truth was, she still didn't know. "Soon," she said. It was as much a promise to herself as it was an answer for Phoebe. "Soon."
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A/N: Please review. I know, you're thinking I shouldn't complain, I've already got over 200, but when I'm barely getting one or two per chapter, it can be frustrating. The amount of reviews seems to be picking up, though, so thanks for that. :)
~from the song "All Star" by Smashmouth~