DISCLAIMER: I'M REALLY SORRY FOR THE HORRID SPANISH LATER ON IN THE STORY. ITS NOT PROPER SPANISH AND HAS HARDLY ANY MEANING. I USED A TRANSLATER FOR IT AND I JUST WANTED IT TO SOUND SPELL-ISH. AND I KNOW THE CHARMED ONES DON'T HAVE A GUEST ROOM BUT I'M JUST INSERTING ONE BECAUSE.

Piper walked into P3 and nearly had a heart attack. The normally minimal chic club was strung with strobe lights and streamers. Glitter and confetti littered the floor and she saw some workers hanging some bags full of them, waiting to be popped open, on the ceiling.

Paige was standing in the middle of the club, instructing the workers where to put a huge hi-fi system. The floor was newly tiled with swanky red glass tiles. A blood-red carpet covered the outer sections of the club leaving a wide space in the middle for dancing.

The bar was now made of glass with metal seats. Dixie, the girl who ran the bar when Piper wasn't around, was dressed in a blood red micro mini, black kitten heels and a tailored white shirt.

The walls, normally a deep dark blue, were painted black with slots in them for candles. There was a feature wall behind the stage painted bright red. The stage itself hadn't suffered much of Paige's wrath.

Piper walked up to Paige.

"Paige?" she said.

"Yeah?" Paige said, turning around to face her. Her dark hair was falling out of its ponytail and there were strands of it plastered sweatily to her forehead.

"Ermm... well, I just got a call from McFly and they're going to be in town a bit earlier then they'd planned, and they cant get a hotel. So they're hanging at our house for a bit."

Paige looked puzzled.

"McFly?" she repeated, looking blank.

"You know, the band that's going to be playing here soon," Piper said emphatically.

"Hang on, I've booked the Blood-Red Banshees for the rest of the week."

"The whats?" Piper shrieked.

"The Blood-Red Banshees," Paige repeated, impatiently.

"Hang on, why did you book the blood-red thingys? I specifically told you McFly was playing here!" Piper exclaimed.

"You did?" Paige said.

"Yeah, I did! I told you to confirm the booking but then it fell through."

"You did?" Paige said again.

"Oh my god! Paige!" Piper said in a panic.

"What? What?"

"You just double-booked us a band! And what's more, one of the bands is staying at our house!"

"So? Just cancel on them," Paige said.

"You are so stupid!" Piper raged. "The band is staying at our house! The band was the first-booked! The band is damn exclusive! And no-one's even heard of the bloody Blood-Red Banshees!" Piper screamed.

Paige narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You don't have to shout you know. And besides, you put me in charge here. I'm allowed to do whatever I want. So there."

"I put you in charge," Piper repeated. "Well, guess what? You're f-i-r-e-d." Piper crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Paige.

"You can't fire me. You wouldn't," Paige said, her eyes widening in horror.

Piper's heart softened a bit.

"Besides, I totally made your crappy club into pure heaven," Paige continued.

The softness in Piper's heart turned back to its ice-cold state.

"That is it! Get out of here! Get out!" she shouted.

Paige glared but she didn't stick around to fight. She stomped up the stairs and disappeared.

Piper looked around to see everybody staring at her.

"What?" she yelled. "Get back to work!"

Paige walked into the Halliwell manor, seething. She was glad to see Phoebe sitting on the couch in the living room, sipping from a mug of coffee.

She needed an audience to vent her anger.

She threw her cream leather bag down onto the floor and stomped over to the couch. Then she plopped down loudly making all sorts of groans and moans.

Phoebe, not in the mood to console anybody, ignored her and continued sipping.

Paige narrowed her eyes at Phoebe and groaned again.

Phoebe smiled brightly at her.

"D'you want some coffee, then?" she asked.

Paige screamed. Then she kicked herself off the couch and stomped up the stairs to her bedroom.

In her bedroom, Paige flopped down on her bed face down, still screaming.

Suddenly, she heard a thumping noise from the attic.

"I have to do everything around here," she grumbled.

She stomped to the attic thinking that whatever demon scum had intruded into their home had better watch out because she was going to kick their demon booty.

"Bianca," Chris said, softly.

"Did you miss me, babe?" Bianca asked. She smiled at Chris.

Chris narrowed his eyes at her.

"What's the matter, Chris baby? Didn't you miss me, then?" Bianca walked over to Chris and caressed his cheek.

Chris turned away.

"Aww... Don't be like that, Chris," Bianca said.

Chris muttered something unintelligibly.

"What's that?"

"I said," Chris said loudly. "I don't love you. Anymore."

Bianca's gaze hardened.

"Well," she said. "Well, that's gonna' change."

The next things happened in a blur. First, Bianca's hand suddenly was at the side of Chris's head. Then a cold feeling settled in his head, bit like brain freeze. Then he keeled over on the attic floor with a thump.

Bianca kneeled down beside him and lifted his head in her lap.

"El interior profundo, usted se siente algo para mí permitió que el sentimiento crezca y el sobre nosotros ambos," she chanted softly.

She held Chris's head in her lap for a while. Then she bent down and kissed him on the lips.

Suddenly, the door flew open with a bang.

Paige walked into the room and stared at Bianca holding the unconscious Chris in her lap.

"What are you doing here?"

"Reclaiming my fiancé," Bianca smirked.

"Not so fast. You're supposed to be dead," Paige said narrowing her eyes. Behind her, her hand groped at the vanquishing potions on the table behind her.

"Well, I'm back. And now I'm going off again. Ciao," Bianca said.

Paige flung a handful of random potion bottles at the spot where Bianca had been but instead they fell to a crash on the floor.

Bianca and Chris were nowhere to be seen.

"Just great!" Paige muttered.

Ding! Dong!

The doorbell rang. Paige jumped slightly.

'Phoebe better get that. I have to assume my witchy responsibilities and get our nephew back,' Paige thought to herself.

She stalked to the BOS and started flipping through it.

"Spell to find annoying people who are supposed to be dead but are somehow alive and have kidnapped your nephew?" Paige muttered.

"Nope, none of those," she mumbled sarcastically.

Phoebe sighed at the ring of the doorbell. She eased herself off the sofa and put her warm cup of coffee on the glass table.

She opened the door.

Outside her door stood four teenage guys – about 18-years-old.

Phoebe smiled helpfully.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"We're McFly," said one of the guys, uncertainly.

"And?" Phoebe chided.

"Oh, sorry. Think we've got the wrong house, lads," one of the guys with streaky blond hair said.

Just then, Phoebe spotted Piper's SUV screeching up to a halt in front of their house. Piper ran up the front steps.

"Hey, sorry!" she said breathlessly.

She smiled at the guys.

"Hi, I'm Piper," she introduced herself. To Phoebe she smiled and said through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?"

Phoebe shrugged.

"These guys-"

"Oh, yeah! I didn't tell you, did I? These are the guys in that band, McFly... they're gonna be staying with us for a while."

"Oh, ok," said Phoebe agreeably.

Piper ushered the guys in.

"Where's Paige?" she hissed at Phoebe.

"Upstairs," Phoebe muttered.

"Ah."

Piper followed the four guys into the sunroom.

"I'm Tom," said one of the guys to Piper, extending his hand. Piper shook it, smiling.

"Danny," said the dark-haired one.

"Dougie," said the fair-haired one.

"Harry," said the last one.

Piper smiled at all of them.

"You'll all be staying in the guestroom. It's up the stairs to the left. Here, I'll show you up," Piper said. Luckily the guys didn't have much luggage except for a few guitar cases and their backpacks.

"Cool," said Danny upon arrival of the guestroom.

"There's not enough space for more than two of you in the double bed so I'll get some mattresses in here later."

The guys nodded agreeably.

"Do you want to go explore for a bit? Sightseeing?" Piper enquired.

"Nah, we'll stay here, right?" Harry said.

"Yeah," said the one whose name was either Tom or Tim.

"Ok," Piper said.

She turned to leave.

"Oh, one more thing. The attic is ermm... well, a pipe burst in the attic so it's flooded a bit. So don't go in there, right?"

"Right," chorused the guys.

When Piper left, the guys were taking out their guitars and singing some song about a girl with five colours in her hair.

Piper rolled her eyes and laughed.

Eccentric musicians. The best type.