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I want you to be free
Don't worry about me
And just like the movies
We play out our last scene
You won't cry
I won't scream
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Prue got out of her car and walked across the park. She'd asked T.J. to meet her over by the grove of trees they usually sat under. He smiled and sat up as she came toward him.
"Hey, Prue." he greeted warmly.
"Hi." she returned. She pointed toward a bench a few feet away. "Can we talk?"
They walked over to the bench. He didn't seem to pick up on her apprehension as he chattered pleasantly.
"Prue, the past two weeks have been awesome. I know you love your work, but come on. We are way too young to be tied to the office all the time. Don't you just love that feeling of being free, of not having every minute of every day planned out for you? I mean, damn, we can do anything!"
Prue narrowed her eyes at him. "T.J., are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine. In fact, I'm awesome. Why?"
"Well, you're acting a little... weird."
"Like somebody who's grateful to be young and alive?" he asked. "Okay. You're right, there is something up. Last night, I was on my motorcycle, and since it was pitch-black, I didn't see the giant pothole in the street. I went flying off my bike. But don't worry, baby, I'm allright. In fact, it was actually kinda fun. Except for the whole, landing on my ass part. But wait, there's more. My friend was feeling kind of sorry for me, because I busted my bike and all, so he said he'd lend me his RV. It's not a motorcycle, but think about it. You could take off of work for a while, and we can go cross-country, just the two of us. I've already made all the arrangements, and I'm leaving tonight. Tell me you'll come with me."
Prue took a deep breath. Suddenly, she knew she couldn't do this. He was such a free spirit, a rebel. She couldn't take that freedom away from him.
So instead, she inhaled and said, "T.J., we need to break up."
He looked at her, dumbfounded. "What... why?"
She swallowed hard, fighting to keep her voice even. "I can't do this. I'm just not the type of person who can be spontanious. I need a routine, something I can depend on every day. I'm sorry."
He shook his head sadly, somewhat in shock. "I'm sorry, too. I guess this is it, then. I'll talk to Rex about finishing up with the paintings."
He got up, and she looked away. When he was gone, she got up and, shaking, walked back to her car. She didn't cry. It took everything she had to keep it together, but, wanting to keep a level head for the sake of her baby, she didn't cry.
Her sisters were waiting eagerly when she got home.
"How did it go, sweetie?" Phoebe asked.
"I couldn't tell him." Prue said.
They went up to her room to talk.
"Honey, what happened?" Piper asked.
Prue told her sisters all the reasons why she couldn't go through with it. Then, she leaned against them and tried to figure out what she was going to do.
"Where do I go from here?" Prue asked herself aloud.
Piper and Phoebe snuggled close to her comfortingly.
"Well, let's take things one step at a time." Phoebe suggested. "Just clear your mind. Take a deep breath."
Prue did what her sister instructed.
"Now," Phoebe continued. "What are you thinking, right now?"
Prue closed her eyes and took another breath. Suddenly, she smiled. "Right now, I'm thinking that I'm going to have a baby."
Her sisters smiled back, and hugged her excitedly. In their worry over the future, they'd all forgotten this one simple fact.
"Oh, Pheebs, we're gonna be aunts!" Piper exclaimed.
"Oh, I can't believe this is just hitting us now." Phoebe replied.
Prue put her hands on her stomach, and exchanged glances with her sisters. They all started laughing gleefully. She wasn't any less scared than she had been, but she was also happy.
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~from the song "Movies" by Alien Ant Farm~
I want you to be free
Don't worry about me
And just like the movies
We play out our last scene
You won't cry
I won't scream
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Prue got out of her car and walked across the park. She'd asked T.J. to meet her over by the grove of trees they usually sat under. He smiled and sat up as she came toward him.
"Hey, Prue." he greeted warmly.
"Hi." she returned. She pointed toward a bench a few feet away. "Can we talk?"
They walked over to the bench. He didn't seem to pick up on her apprehension as he chattered pleasantly.
"Prue, the past two weeks have been awesome. I know you love your work, but come on. We are way too young to be tied to the office all the time. Don't you just love that feeling of being free, of not having every minute of every day planned out for you? I mean, damn, we can do anything!"
Prue narrowed her eyes at him. "T.J., are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine. In fact, I'm awesome. Why?"
"Well, you're acting a little... weird."
"Like somebody who's grateful to be young and alive?" he asked. "Okay. You're right, there is something up. Last night, I was on my motorcycle, and since it was pitch-black, I didn't see the giant pothole in the street. I went flying off my bike. But don't worry, baby, I'm allright. In fact, it was actually kinda fun. Except for the whole, landing on my ass part. But wait, there's more. My friend was feeling kind of sorry for me, because I busted my bike and all, so he said he'd lend me his RV. It's not a motorcycle, but think about it. You could take off of work for a while, and we can go cross-country, just the two of us. I've already made all the arrangements, and I'm leaving tonight. Tell me you'll come with me."
Prue took a deep breath. Suddenly, she knew she couldn't do this. He was such a free spirit, a rebel. She couldn't take that freedom away from him.
So instead, she inhaled and said, "T.J., we need to break up."
He looked at her, dumbfounded. "What... why?"
She swallowed hard, fighting to keep her voice even. "I can't do this. I'm just not the type of person who can be spontanious. I need a routine, something I can depend on every day. I'm sorry."
He shook his head sadly, somewhat in shock. "I'm sorry, too. I guess this is it, then. I'll talk to Rex about finishing up with the paintings."
He got up, and she looked away. When he was gone, she got up and, shaking, walked back to her car. She didn't cry. It took everything she had to keep it together, but, wanting to keep a level head for the sake of her baby, she didn't cry.
Her sisters were waiting eagerly when she got home.
"How did it go, sweetie?" Phoebe asked.
"I couldn't tell him." Prue said.
They went up to her room to talk.
"Honey, what happened?" Piper asked.
Prue told her sisters all the reasons why she couldn't go through with it. Then, she leaned against them and tried to figure out what she was going to do.
"Where do I go from here?" Prue asked herself aloud.
Piper and Phoebe snuggled close to her comfortingly.
"Well, let's take things one step at a time." Phoebe suggested. "Just clear your mind. Take a deep breath."
Prue did what her sister instructed.
"Now," Phoebe continued. "What are you thinking, right now?"
Prue closed her eyes and took another breath. Suddenly, she smiled. "Right now, I'm thinking that I'm going to have a baby."
Her sisters smiled back, and hugged her excitedly. In their worry over the future, they'd all forgotten this one simple fact.
"Oh, Pheebs, we're gonna be aunts!" Piper exclaimed.
"Oh, I can't believe this is just hitting us now." Phoebe replied.
Prue put her hands on her stomach, and exchanged glances with her sisters. They all started laughing gleefully. She wasn't any less scared than she had been, but she was also happy.
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~from the song "Movies" by Alien Ant Farm~