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Please hand me the bottle
I think I'm lonely now
And please give me direction
I think I just caved in
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Paige sat at her kitchen table, staring off into space. It was barely 9 a.m., and already she wished this day would just end. Usually, every year on this day, she'd look for solace at the bottom of a bottle. This year, she couldn't. She was determined not to. No matter how bad it hurt, she wouldn't take a drink.
She was pulled from her thoughts by a knock at the door. She got up, and was surprised to see Leo standing in the hallyway in front of her apartment.
"Leo, hi. Come in." she said, standing aside.
"Hey, Paige." he greeted. "How are you doing?"
"Not so good." she admitted.
He nodded. "I figured."
"Today's kindof a bad day." she continued. They sat down on the couch, and she went on. "Today is exactly six years since my parents died."
He put an arm around her. "I know. It was in your medical files. It's why I came over."
"I'm glad you did." she said, leaning against him.
He kissed the top of her head, but it was more a brotherly gesture than a romantic one. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Just be here," she said. "And please, don't let me fall."
-x-
Prue looked around, impressed. She was in the basement of T.J.'s large house, finally about to get some work done on the paintings he wanted to sell.
"You're going to get a lot of money for these," she told him. "This collection is amazing."
"I'm glad you like it." he said, putting his arms around her waist.
He started kissing her neck, but she pushed him away. "Come on, T.J. We need to get some work done. We've been completely BSing for the past two weeks, and if I don't finish this tonight, Rex is gonna kill me."
T.J. sighed. "Okay. I'll tell you what. We finish up whatever paperwork you need to do, and then we go upstairs, and BS a little more."
Prue smiled at the thought, but shook her head. "Sorry, I can't. I promised my sisters I'd hang with them tonight."
That wasn't completely accurate. She had every intention of spending time with her sisters, but that wasn't the real reason she didn't want to stay with him. In truth, she'd just been feeling a bit off lately.
-x-
Phoebe ran down the hallway, not wanting to be late for her next class. Today, she was getting back the first paper she'd written since going back to school.
"Did I miss anything?" she asked, sliding into a seat beside her friend, Andrea.
"Nope." Andrea replied. "Don't worry, he's not even here yet."
Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn't coming, and she wouldn't have to deal with the pressure of possibly getting a bad grade.
No such luck. A few minutes later, the professer came in with a stack of freshly-graded papers.
"As I hand these back to you, keep in mind that this is only your first try." he announced. "Some of you may not have done very well, but I'm sure that within the next few weeks, all of you will have improved."
Phoebe shuddered. She had the distinct feeling that she was one of the students he was talking about.
And how wrong she was. "Good job, Phoebe." said the professer as he handed her the paper.
Phoebe looked at it, and almost squealed with joy. On top of the paper, in bright red ink, was a big letter 'A'.
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A/N: I've really underused Phoebe in this fic, haven't I? If you want to see more of her, just tell me and I'll try to fit her in.
A/N2: I already know you want more P/L, and I swear I'm trying...
~from the song "Kody" by Matchbox 20~
Please hand me the bottle
I think I'm lonely now
And please give me direction
I think I just caved in
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Paige sat at her kitchen table, staring off into space. It was barely 9 a.m., and already she wished this day would just end. Usually, every year on this day, she'd look for solace at the bottom of a bottle. This year, she couldn't. She was determined not to. No matter how bad it hurt, she wouldn't take a drink.
She was pulled from her thoughts by a knock at the door. She got up, and was surprised to see Leo standing in the hallyway in front of her apartment.
"Leo, hi. Come in." she said, standing aside.
"Hey, Paige." he greeted. "How are you doing?"
"Not so good." she admitted.
He nodded. "I figured."
"Today's kindof a bad day." she continued. They sat down on the couch, and she went on. "Today is exactly six years since my parents died."
He put an arm around her. "I know. It was in your medical files. It's why I came over."
"I'm glad you did." she said, leaning against him.
He kissed the top of her head, but it was more a brotherly gesture than a romantic one. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Just be here," she said. "And please, don't let me fall."
-x-
Prue looked around, impressed. She was in the basement of T.J.'s large house, finally about to get some work done on the paintings he wanted to sell.
"You're going to get a lot of money for these," she told him. "This collection is amazing."
"I'm glad you like it." he said, putting his arms around her waist.
He started kissing her neck, but she pushed him away. "Come on, T.J. We need to get some work done. We've been completely BSing for the past two weeks, and if I don't finish this tonight, Rex is gonna kill me."
T.J. sighed. "Okay. I'll tell you what. We finish up whatever paperwork you need to do, and then we go upstairs, and BS a little more."
Prue smiled at the thought, but shook her head. "Sorry, I can't. I promised my sisters I'd hang with them tonight."
That wasn't completely accurate. She had every intention of spending time with her sisters, but that wasn't the real reason she didn't want to stay with him. In truth, she'd just been feeling a bit off lately.
-x-
Phoebe ran down the hallway, not wanting to be late for her next class. Today, she was getting back the first paper she'd written since going back to school.
"Did I miss anything?" she asked, sliding into a seat beside her friend, Andrea.
"Nope." Andrea replied. "Don't worry, he's not even here yet."
Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn't coming, and she wouldn't have to deal with the pressure of possibly getting a bad grade.
No such luck. A few minutes later, the professer came in with a stack of freshly-graded papers.
"As I hand these back to you, keep in mind that this is only your first try." he announced. "Some of you may not have done very well, but I'm sure that within the next few weeks, all of you will have improved."
Phoebe shuddered. She had the distinct feeling that she was one of the students he was talking about.
And how wrong she was. "Good job, Phoebe." said the professer as he handed her the paper.
Phoebe looked at it, and almost squealed with joy. On top of the paper, in bright red ink, was a big letter 'A'.
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A/N: I've really underused Phoebe in this fic, haven't I? If you want to see more of her, just tell me and I'll try to fit her in.
A/N2: I already know you want more P/L, and I swear I'm trying...
~from the song "Kody" by Matchbox 20~