"Bye, Piper. Bye, Prue," Phoebe energetically called out to her sisters as they drove off.

"Pheebs, over here!"

Phoebe looked over and saw her best friend, Melanie, shouting to her across the school lawn.

"Hey, Mel!" Phoebe shouted back at her while she ran to her friend. Mel was the only person besides her sisters that Phoebe allowed to call her "Pheebs".

"So, ready for the big soccer game in gym?" Phoebe asked as they heard the morning bell ring.

"No!" Mel giggled. Phoebe was really athletic and loved to run around, but Mel preferred to sit on the sidelines and cheer on her best friend. Mel was not as athletically gifted as Phoebe.

After grabbing their uniforms from their lockers, the two girls headed towards the girls' locker room. Suddenly, Mel stopped, with her mouth and eyes wide open. Phoebe followed her gaze and spotted the cutest guy ever walking down the hallway. He seemed to glow under the school's fluorescent light, his light brown hair shining with a stunning radiance. His perfect blue eyes were full of happiness and wonderment as he looked around the hall. All the girls in that hallway at the moment stopped and stared, most receiving angry looks from their boyfriends. He headed into the boy's locker room, and the hallway became bustling again.

"Who was that?" Phoebe questioned after a few moments of silence.

"I have no clue."

In the girl's locker room, all the girls were talking about the mysterious new boy. Whispers of "He's so hot" and "How dreamy..." were frequent. Hearing all those murmurs, Mel sneered in disgust.

"I don't know what the big deal was with the guy. I mean, I know he's hot, and dreamy, and... Oh, who am I kidding? He's probably the sexiest guy I will ever lay eyes one!"

"Calm down Mel!" Phoebe shouted at her over-hyper best friend. "It was just a guy! Wait, he wasn't just a guy, he was SO hot and sexy and... Oh!"

The gym teachers, Mr. Sherlock and Ms. Holmes, were having a hard time quieting down the class. All the girls were still talking about "Mr. Hot", and all the boys were whispering about him smugly. When he came out of the boy's locker room, he again received stares from virtually every girl.

"Samantha Allen, Melanie Brooks..."

The teachers had started role call, and every girl was broken from their trance when her name was called.

When the teacher started calling the boy's role, again, all the female heads turned toward the boy. This time, they weren't just staring at his good looks. They were waiting for him to raise his hand so that they could find out his name.

"William Wyatt" the teacher said, and the boy raised his hand.

"Billy, please," he said after bringing his hand down. Phoebe squealed. Billy was the name of the character in Kill It before It Dies that she had a crush on since she snuck into the theater to see it.

"Isn't that 'Dream Boy'?" Mel asked her best friend with slight irritation in her voice. Billy was basically the only boy that Phoebe ever talked about, and now this Billy would most likely replace that one.

After role was called, the teachers chose the team captains, which, as usual, were one girl and one boy. All the girls volunteered to be captain in hopes of being able to have Billy on their team. When Mr. Sherlock told Billy to be the male team captain, all the girls quickly brought their hands down. Mr. Sherlock noticed the sudden lack of enthusiasm, and chuckled.

'So, that's why all the girls were excited about soccer," he though, still smiling and trying his hardest not to laugh out loud. He looked at all the girls, deciding to have a little fun. After a few seconds, he settled on one. This girl was his least favorite of them all, even though she was a star player.

"Halliwell, you're the girl's team captain." Phoebe groaned. She had thought that Mr. Sherlock hated her, and this probed it. It seemed to her that he thought that she would play horribly because she had to play against Billy.

In an effort to prove the teacher wrong, Phoebe chose the best players to be on her team. She got all of them, but she had an advantage because Billy was new and didn't know who played what best. During the game, Phoebe was still on her revenge mission. She scored as many points as possible, and scored all of her teams' points in the first half of the game. All the girls were to distracted to notice her magnificent game play, but all the boys cheered her on.

It was the last play of the game, and Phoebe had realized that she made a mistake putting girl athletes on her team, Billy's team scored so many points by their distraction that, even with all of Phoebe's goals, the game was tied. It ended up being between Phoebe and Billy in the end. He was the goalie on his team and she was sprinting down the field in lightning speed.

When she reached the scoring area, she stopped. Billy had blocked about half of her attempted goals, and she couldn't risk his team getting the ball again if she wasn't to show the teacher up. She fake a kick to the bottom right of the goal, and then quickly shot her leg into the ball and did a one-eighty to send the ball right over hid head. Her team had just won the game.

All throughout the rest of the day, the girls continued to talk about Billy and the guys talked about what a great soccer game it was in the gym and how well Phoebe had played.

When Phoebe was waiting outside for Prue to come pick her up, she heard someone come up behind her.

"Hey, Phoebe." It was a male voice. It was Billy.

'Oh, God, it's Billy. Oh my God." Phoebe's thoughts were running quickly through her mind.

"You played a great game in gym today." Billy complimented her and noted how hot she looked at the moment.

"Thanks." That was all Phoebe could say. She was freaking out on the inside. She kept imagining them together on the beach, him putting sunscreen on her and them both laughing under the hot summer sun. She would be wearing a bikini and he would...

"Um, Phoebe, are you okay?"

That sucked her out of her trance. 'Oh God, he must think I'm an idiot," Phoebe thought, completely embarrassed.

"Oh, sorry, I must have drifted off for a moment. What were you saying?" She couldn't believe that she had acted like such an idiot.

"Well, um, I was saying, um, I was kind of wondering if, uh, you would, uh..."

"...like to go out with you sometime?" Phoebe pondered, before thinking at all. Secretly, though, she was hoping and praying that she had assumed correctly: that he was asking her, Phoebe Halliwell, out on a date.

"Yeah," he said, looking relieved that he didn't have to continue.

"Well, Billy Wyatt, I would absolutely love to go out with you!" Phoebe couldn't believe it. "In fact, I doubt that my Grams would mind if you came over to my house this afternoon! I also bet that my sister wouldn't mind driving you home when you have to get there!" A small part of Phoebe was telling her that what she was saying wasn't true, but she was too caught up in the moment to really listen to that part of herself.

"Well, I have some unpacking to do since I just moved here, but who really cares about that? I can do it later, it doesn't matter." Billy was smiling, big time. He was so happy that she had said yes.

"Hey, there's Prue's car now!" Phoebe was pointing at a deep blue station wagon.

"Let's go." Billy said, and the two ran off to the car.

T:T:T

AN: This chapter was named after a Mandy Moore song!