Chapter Two: Crime and Punishment
Chapter Summary: Chris is caught sneaking in past his curfew and has to deal with the wrath of Piper.
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"Christopher Perry Victor Halliwell! Just what do you think you are doing?"
Chris looked up to see his mother and aunts standing on the stairs. While Paige and Phoebe were trying to hide their looks of amusement from a furious Piper, Chris searched his alcohol fuelled mind for something to say that would not involve him getting grounded.
"Uh, hey guys," he said giving an embarrassed smile as he picked himself up of the ground.
"Don't you 'hey' me mister!" yelled Piper. "Do you know what time it is?" she asked, her eyes bulging. "It's two o'clock in the freaking morning!" she screamed, not waiting for an answer from her youngest son.
"What's with all the noise is there a demon?" said a sleepy looking Wyatt who had appeared at the top of the stairs and was rubbing his eyes.
"Back, to bed Wyatt!" warned Piper. Wyatt turned round automatically and speeded back to his room. You didn't want to get his mom angry at the best of times, but to wake her up and get her angry wasn't the brightest idea.
"Just what do you think you are doing coming in at his time of the morning and making all of this noise? And to top it all of, is that alcohol I smell on your breath Christopher?" she asked studying Chris' face intently for any tell tale sigh.
"Absolutely not mother," Chris insisted, trying to keep a straight face and doing his best to pronounce his words properly without slurring.
"Well then, as I have a feeling you're not quite getting how angry I am now, I think we should all go back to bed and we will continue this in the morning. Then, I'm sure we will see whether or not you've been drinking," said Piper turning round and heading back up the stairs.
"Stop that you two!" she said when she saw the smirks on her sister's faces. "You'll only encourage him! Honestly, what kind of house do I live in?"
Widening her grin now that Piper couldn't see her, Paige turned towards Chris. "I advise taking much aspirin before you even think about coming down for breakfast in the morning cause it's not going to be pretty," she said. "Dealing with an angry Piper with a hangover isn't the best way to start the day, trust me one that one."
"I don't know what you mean," said Chris, innocently, who was now softly slurring his words in his mother's absence.
"Sure, you don't," said Phoebe with a yawn. "Well, I'm off to bed," she said heading back to her room. "Night Chris."
"Yeah, see you in the morning kiddo," said Paige, who was now also yawning and looking forward to getting back to her bed.
Lifting his skateboard, Chris walked sleepily up the stairs and into his room, where Wyatt was waiting for him.
"What did you do this time?" he asked, eager to hear what stupid thing his brother had done now.
"I have bad, bad, friends," Chris informed him, collapsing on his bed. "They let me drink so much so that when I got in, I thought that I could skate up the stairs."
"Hey, don't mock me," whined Chris who was taking of his trainers while watching Wyatt roll up into a ball and start laughing uncontrollably. "You did what?" he managed to get out.
"Well, first I just skated straight into them and landed on my head somehow, that hurt, but then I did a couple of dodgy flips and I sort of got up one of two stairs then I fell and tumbled back down them," he said frowning.
"Oh . . . my . . . . God . . . you . . . fool," said Wyatt between laughs.
"Keep it down in there," came Phoebe's muffled voice, followed by the sound of an object hitting the wall between their room and hers.
"It's quiet time now," said Chris, slowly closing his eyes and crawling under the covers, not bothering to get changed.
"Chris?"
"What?" whined Chris grumpily.
"You didn't beat up any of my friends again did you?"
The only response he got was a groan and a pillow to the head.
"Night Chris," said Wyatt, still smiling and shaking his head at how stupid his brother could be at times. "Breakfast should be, interesting to say the least."
"Sshhh," insisted Chris.
"Ok, ok."
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Chris walked down the stairs of the Halliwell manor that morning with a definite frown on his face. He was covered in bruises, his mouth felt like carpet, his head was splitting . . . the laughter, and general happy noises coming from the kitchen and dining room weren't helping.
He really didn't want to have to face his mother, as now he knew that saving the shouting to this point of the day was much, much worse that being yelled at last night, when the chances were he probably would have forgotten most of it.
'Damn my mother's sensible thinking,' he thought as he entered the kitchen. Squinting as light trickled into his eyes. "Good morning sunshine," said Phoebe. Looking around he couldn't see Piper. "How are you this fine morning?" she asked smiling at her nephew's face.
"Aspirin's in the third cupboard from the left," said Paige, smiling. "But wait, you probably already know that."
"Very funny," said Chris pouring himself a glass of water. "Where's mom?"
"Oh her and Adam got up early and went to get some groceries," said Wyatt, who as filling himself out a plate of pancakes. "She couldn't get back to sleep last night after SOMEONE decided to come in at two o'clock in the morning so drunk that he tried to skate up the stairs."
Wyatt watched as his story had the desired affect when orange juice came spurting out of Phoebe's nose. "That was what you were doing?" she asked. "I just thought you had fallen over."
"I have to say Chris, I think that just might top the list of stupid thing's you've done," said Paige, as they all went into the dining room to join the rest of the family.
Phoebe sat down beside Jason, once he had adapted to the idea of Phoebe being a witch he had proposed. Although they had been happily married for fourteen years and living in the manor, Jason still found demons frightening and could often be seen running for cover during an attack. The whole family found this very amusing so he had to conceal who amusing he found Chris' little stunts.
"Well I don't know," said Wyatt, enjoying the look on Chris' face, as they took their places at the table. "What about the time he cast that spell that went wrong and he ended up with a tail?"
"Oh yeah," said Patricia, "and then mom made him walk about all day with it to teach him not to cast spells unsupervised."
"I was nine!" protested Chris. "What is it; pick on Chris morning, because I mustn't have got that memo," said Chris getting up. "Well if you don't mind very much, I am going to try and get out of the house before mom gets back and . . ."
"We're home!" came Piper's voice from the hall as the front door opened.
"Well that's just great," said Chris sitting back down on his chair and rubbing his head in preparation for what was to come.
"I'm going to go help mom and Adam with the groceries," said Wyatt, sticking his tongue out at his younger brother.
"Suck up," muttered Chris. "How are we this morning?" asked Piper in a purposely high-pitched and chipper voice. Chris tried to hide his pained expression but Piper saw it.
"Ha, nice try but you are in some serious trouble young man."
"Hey guys," said Adam walking through the dining room to get to the kitchen, laden with shopping bags. "Hey yourself," said Paige getting up and putting her arms round her boyfriend's neck. "I missed you this morning," she said giving his a kiss. "I missed you too," he said.
"So Christopher, darling son of mine," said Piper, coming back into the dining room after dumping the bags in the kitchen. She refused be distracted from her interrogation. "What exactly were you thinking staying out that late and coming home blind drunk?"
"Well I gotta get to work, don't want to be late," said Phoebe, gathering her stuff and Paige, Jason and Adam all did the same. "Well, come on girls," said Paige. "You don't want to miss the bus."
"But the bus doesn't . . ."started Petulia, stopping when she saw her mother's warning look.
"We can wait at the stop for a while," she said.
"That's a girl, I'll see you later honey ok?" she said kissing her and Adam before orbing out to Magic School.
"Good luck," whispered Patricia to her big brother, smiling at him as she lifted her bag and ran out the door with everyone else. "Uh, I'll wait for you in the car," said Wyatt, leaving quickly as well. As much as he enjoyed it when his brother got into trouble, watching Piper yell at him when he had a hangover was just a little too painful to watch. Clearly, everyone else had thought so as well.
"Well?" asked Piper.
"I was hardly blind drunk," said Chris.
"Christopher, focus!"
"I am, I am, it's just . . . really hard right now," he said, putting his head in his hands once more, hoping it would shield him from his mother's wrath.
Piper couldn't help but smile, a small smile but still, it was a little funny.
"Look, Chris, honey, it wasn't just the drinking you were out past your curfew on a school night. I mean I turn a blind eye to it on weekends . . ."
"Really? Damn, and here's me thinking I was just good at getting away with it," he smirked, glad his mother had seemed to have softened a little.
"Well, I think you do a lot of the times but when you've been drinking you always do something to get caught!"
"Well, if you had never put that spell on the first floor so that no one could orb in to it, I wouldn't have disturbed you!" said Chris.
"That spell, is for the entire family's protection! It means that no demons can shimmer in during the middle of the night and kill us all. Now we'll hear the stairs creak at least."
"I know, I know, I was just saying," said Chris. "So what's with the lack of yelling? I though you were going to be really angry."
"I was, I mean I am, it's just your face, it's so funny," she admitted.
"Thanks, nothing like a confidence boost first thing in the morning," said Chris.
"You know what I meant," said Piper rolling her eyes and swatting Chris with her hand. "But, that doesn't mean you're not grounded."
"But, mom!"
"No Chris not this time, I let you away with two much as it is because of that adorable little face of yours," she said, pulling at his cheeks.
"Mom!" he yelled, rubbing his cheeks. "But besides, what h a demon attacks? How will I get home in time?"
"Well, you see, because you were out so late I think that you should just not be allowed to go out anywhere apart from school. I'm also thinking no visitors and since you suggested it, no orbing."
"Mom! That is way not fair!" said Chris grumpily. "Besides I've learnt my lesson, honestly."
"Really? What have you learned?" she asked.
"That alcohol is not my friend," said Chris seriously.
"Good," said Piper. "Because you are considerably underage."
"Yeah, well trust me, if alcohol is what is going to get me caught sneaking in at . . ."
"Chris!" said Piper. "You really are hopeless. You shouldn't have any thing to be caught doing!"
Chris gave her his best puppy dog eyes, with what he hoped was a 'don't you just want to love me and let me off' pout.
"Ok, ok, you can orb," she said smiling. "Don't make me discuss your grades, Christopher, because trust me, it won't be pleasant!"
"Bye, mom, love you loads," said Chris, quickly, giving her a kiss on the cheek and heading for the door.
"Oh and Chris, trust me, I won't be as easy on you next time," she warned, managing to maintain a stern face.
"What next time?" asked Chris innocently, well what would have been innocent if it wasn't for the huge grin that was plastered across his face.
"That's a boy," said Piper laughing at her son as he ran out the door.
"Well?" asked Wyatt as he got into the car. "I've been grounded in the normal teenager sense of the term and aren't allowed anyone around to the house," he said.
"Yelling?"
"Minimal."
"Interesting," said Wyatt, stroking an imaginary beard.
"Yeah, but now I can't go out with Melissa tonight," said Chris annoyed.
"I thought your girlfriend's name was Jen," said Wyatt confused.
"Oh it was," said Chris. "Last week."
"Man, you sure do go through them."
Chris grinned.
Wyatt rolled his eyes at how arrogant he could be at times. "Knowing mom, it could have been a lot worse, you know," he said after weighing up all the information.
"You can say that again," said Chris.
"It could have been a lot worse, you know."
"Shut up and drive," said Chris shaking his head at his brother.
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"You guys are real shit heads you know that?" said Chris sitting down on the grass besides his friends.
"Someone got busted," said Katie grinning knowingly. "What'd you do?"
"I tried to skate up the stairs," Chris told him and watched as they laughed. "You know, I'm thinking of putting a bulletin on the school notice board, it'll save me, well Wyatt actually, the bother of telling everybody. It's really not one my family are going to live down."
"So how exactly is this our fault?" asked Benji.
"You made me drink then let me go home like that!" he said.
"We made you?" asked Tom.
"Mmmhmm," insisted Chris. "Peer pressure is an awful thing," he said seriously.
"So what's the damage?"
"Grounded, no visitors," he told them.
"Ouch," said Katie.
"It's not that bad, really. The worst part was this morning when everyone was being perky at me because they knew of the pain I was in. Damn sadistic families, I mean I don't know what people were complaining about, the Nazis were nothing."
"Aww, poor Chris. His family is picking on him, aww the poor baby," teased Katie in her best patronising voice.
"Dude, don't talk like that, it's creeping me out," said Tom, causing Katie to throw a ball of paper at him.
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"Hey there."
Wyatt smiled at hearing the familiar voice and turned round to have his girlfriend, Elizabeth snake her arms round his neck.
"We missed you last night," she told him, leaning in and kissing him. "I had stuff to do," he told her, brushing a few strands of her cropped blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Yeah, but without your on going commentary baseball just isn't the same," she said letting go of him and leaning against a nearby locker. "So what you up to tonight?"
"What were you thinking of?" he asked, intrigued.
"Oh, I don't know . . . good old dinner and a movie?"
"Sounds good," said Wyatt. "But . . ."
"Let, me guess family stuff?" she asked with a sigh.
"Yeah, we are on for tomorrow night definitely though. It's just that it's Thursday night. It's family dinner night, we're a very busy family so mom insists that once a week we all sit down and catch up. Even Chris doesn't try to get out of it anymore."
As if on cue, Chris skated past him, grabbing the cap of his head. "Funny I don't remember saying you could borrow my cap," Chris called back to him, as he skated on smiling, putting on his cap backwards.
"He seems to have gotten over his hangover," commented Wyatt.
"Your brother can be such a dork," Elizabeth informed him. "A cute one, but still a dork."
"What is it with you people?" asked Wyatt.
"Us people?" asked Elizabeth.
"Girls!" said Wyatt closing his locker and walking along the hall with his arm around Elizabeth. "You all like him, no matter how dorky or stupid he is. I'm pretty sure he's gone out with half the girls in his year."
"He's endearing. He has this whole huggable thing going on," she told him. "But no one who actually had a life would even think about dating him. Why? Mr. Big Shot wouldn't be jealous of his little brother now would he?"
"Not at all. I wouldn't trade my life for his ever, he gets into to much trouble," he said thinking of last nights incident.
"So I see," said Elizabeth pointing on up the hallway where the headmaster was telling off Chris for skating in the corridor.
"He really never learns," said Wyatt, who despite his negative comment was grinning. "Serves him right for stealing my hat."
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A/N: ok, so I meant for so much more to happen in this chapter but it kind of just went on, so the next one will be longer. I just didn't want his one to be like THAT long, so sorry about the suckiness of this chapter, cause not much happens.
So I'll give you a little preview of the next chapter: Someone Familiar
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"Is it just me or does that boy become more like Chris everyday?" asked Phoebe, watching as Chris left.
"He is Chris!" said Piper.
"Oh, you know what I mean," Phoebe said rolling her eyes.
"Actually, I kinda do," admitted Piper.
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"Where's Chris?" asked Katie, sitting on the bed beside Wyatt.
"On his date with Melissa," said Wyatt.
"I thought he was grounded," said Katie.
"He is."
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Plus . . . a demon attack. (The story actually gets some plot! Are you excited? I am!!!)
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A/N: A big thanks to everyone who reviewed, I was a little overwhelmed that I got so many. If anyone has any comments, suggestions or ideas I'd love to hear them and if there are any questions you would like answered I'll give you a shout out at the end of a chapter.
Chapter Summary: Chris is caught sneaking in past his curfew and has to deal with the wrath of Piper.
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"Christopher Perry Victor Halliwell! Just what do you think you are doing?"
Chris looked up to see his mother and aunts standing on the stairs. While Paige and Phoebe were trying to hide their looks of amusement from a furious Piper, Chris searched his alcohol fuelled mind for something to say that would not involve him getting grounded.
"Uh, hey guys," he said giving an embarrassed smile as he picked himself up of the ground.
"Don't you 'hey' me mister!" yelled Piper. "Do you know what time it is?" she asked, her eyes bulging. "It's two o'clock in the freaking morning!" she screamed, not waiting for an answer from her youngest son.
"What's with all the noise is there a demon?" said a sleepy looking Wyatt who had appeared at the top of the stairs and was rubbing his eyes.
"Back, to bed Wyatt!" warned Piper. Wyatt turned round automatically and speeded back to his room. You didn't want to get his mom angry at the best of times, but to wake her up and get her angry wasn't the brightest idea.
"Just what do you think you are doing coming in at his time of the morning and making all of this noise? And to top it all of, is that alcohol I smell on your breath Christopher?" she asked studying Chris' face intently for any tell tale sigh.
"Absolutely not mother," Chris insisted, trying to keep a straight face and doing his best to pronounce his words properly without slurring.
"Well then, as I have a feeling you're not quite getting how angry I am now, I think we should all go back to bed and we will continue this in the morning. Then, I'm sure we will see whether or not you've been drinking," said Piper turning round and heading back up the stairs.
"Stop that you two!" she said when she saw the smirks on her sister's faces. "You'll only encourage him! Honestly, what kind of house do I live in?"
Widening her grin now that Piper couldn't see her, Paige turned towards Chris. "I advise taking much aspirin before you even think about coming down for breakfast in the morning cause it's not going to be pretty," she said. "Dealing with an angry Piper with a hangover isn't the best way to start the day, trust me one that one."
"I don't know what you mean," said Chris, innocently, who was now softly slurring his words in his mother's absence.
"Sure, you don't," said Phoebe with a yawn. "Well, I'm off to bed," she said heading back to her room. "Night Chris."
"Yeah, see you in the morning kiddo," said Paige, who was now also yawning and looking forward to getting back to her bed.
Lifting his skateboard, Chris walked sleepily up the stairs and into his room, where Wyatt was waiting for him.
"What did you do this time?" he asked, eager to hear what stupid thing his brother had done now.
"I have bad, bad, friends," Chris informed him, collapsing on his bed. "They let me drink so much so that when I got in, I thought that I could skate up the stairs."
"Hey, don't mock me," whined Chris who was taking of his trainers while watching Wyatt roll up into a ball and start laughing uncontrollably. "You did what?" he managed to get out.
"Well, first I just skated straight into them and landed on my head somehow, that hurt, but then I did a couple of dodgy flips and I sort of got up one of two stairs then I fell and tumbled back down them," he said frowning.
"Oh . . . my . . . . God . . . you . . . fool," said Wyatt between laughs.
"Keep it down in there," came Phoebe's muffled voice, followed by the sound of an object hitting the wall between their room and hers.
"It's quiet time now," said Chris, slowly closing his eyes and crawling under the covers, not bothering to get changed.
"Chris?"
"What?" whined Chris grumpily.
"You didn't beat up any of my friends again did you?"
The only response he got was a groan and a pillow to the head.
"Night Chris," said Wyatt, still smiling and shaking his head at how stupid his brother could be at times. "Breakfast should be, interesting to say the least."
"Sshhh," insisted Chris.
"Ok, ok."
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Chris walked down the stairs of the Halliwell manor that morning with a definite frown on his face. He was covered in bruises, his mouth felt like carpet, his head was splitting . . . the laughter, and general happy noises coming from the kitchen and dining room weren't helping.
He really didn't want to have to face his mother, as now he knew that saving the shouting to this point of the day was much, much worse that being yelled at last night, when the chances were he probably would have forgotten most of it.
'Damn my mother's sensible thinking,' he thought as he entered the kitchen. Squinting as light trickled into his eyes. "Good morning sunshine," said Phoebe. Looking around he couldn't see Piper. "How are you this fine morning?" she asked smiling at her nephew's face.
"Aspirin's in the third cupboard from the left," said Paige, smiling. "But wait, you probably already know that."
"Very funny," said Chris pouring himself a glass of water. "Where's mom?"
"Oh her and Adam got up early and went to get some groceries," said Wyatt, who as filling himself out a plate of pancakes. "She couldn't get back to sleep last night after SOMEONE decided to come in at two o'clock in the morning so drunk that he tried to skate up the stairs."
Wyatt watched as his story had the desired affect when orange juice came spurting out of Phoebe's nose. "That was what you were doing?" she asked. "I just thought you had fallen over."
"I have to say Chris, I think that just might top the list of stupid thing's you've done," said Paige, as they all went into the dining room to join the rest of the family.
Phoebe sat down beside Jason, once he had adapted to the idea of Phoebe being a witch he had proposed. Although they had been happily married for fourteen years and living in the manor, Jason still found demons frightening and could often be seen running for cover during an attack. The whole family found this very amusing so he had to conceal who amusing he found Chris' little stunts.
"Well I don't know," said Wyatt, enjoying the look on Chris' face, as they took their places at the table. "What about the time he cast that spell that went wrong and he ended up with a tail?"
"Oh yeah," said Patricia, "and then mom made him walk about all day with it to teach him not to cast spells unsupervised."
"I was nine!" protested Chris. "What is it; pick on Chris morning, because I mustn't have got that memo," said Chris getting up. "Well if you don't mind very much, I am going to try and get out of the house before mom gets back and . . ."
"We're home!" came Piper's voice from the hall as the front door opened.
"Well that's just great," said Chris sitting back down on his chair and rubbing his head in preparation for what was to come.
"I'm going to go help mom and Adam with the groceries," said Wyatt, sticking his tongue out at his younger brother.
"Suck up," muttered Chris. "How are we this morning?" asked Piper in a purposely high-pitched and chipper voice. Chris tried to hide his pained expression but Piper saw it.
"Ha, nice try but you are in some serious trouble young man."
"Hey guys," said Adam walking through the dining room to get to the kitchen, laden with shopping bags. "Hey yourself," said Paige getting up and putting her arms round her boyfriend's neck. "I missed you this morning," she said giving his a kiss. "I missed you too," he said.
"So Christopher, darling son of mine," said Piper, coming back into the dining room after dumping the bags in the kitchen. She refused be distracted from her interrogation. "What exactly were you thinking staying out that late and coming home blind drunk?"
"Well I gotta get to work, don't want to be late," said Phoebe, gathering her stuff and Paige, Jason and Adam all did the same. "Well, come on girls," said Paige. "You don't want to miss the bus."
"But the bus doesn't . . ."started Petulia, stopping when she saw her mother's warning look.
"We can wait at the stop for a while," she said.
"That's a girl, I'll see you later honey ok?" she said kissing her and Adam before orbing out to Magic School.
"Good luck," whispered Patricia to her big brother, smiling at him as she lifted her bag and ran out the door with everyone else. "Uh, I'll wait for you in the car," said Wyatt, leaving quickly as well. As much as he enjoyed it when his brother got into trouble, watching Piper yell at him when he had a hangover was just a little too painful to watch. Clearly, everyone else had thought so as well.
"Well?" asked Piper.
"I was hardly blind drunk," said Chris.
"Christopher, focus!"
"I am, I am, it's just . . . really hard right now," he said, putting his head in his hands once more, hoping it would shield him from his mother's wrath.
Piper couldn't help but smile, a small smile but still, it was a little funny.
"Look, Chris, honey, it wasn't just the drinking you were out past your curfew on a school night. I mean I turn a blind eye to it on weekends . . ."
"Really? Damn, and here's me thinking I was just good at getting away with it," he smirked, glad his mother had seemed to have softened a little.
"Well, I think you do a lot of the times but when you've been drinking you always do something to get caught!"
"Well, if you had never put that spell on the first floor so that no one could orb in to it, I wouldn't have disturbed you!" said Chris.
"That spell, is for the entire family's protection! It means that no demons can shimmer in during the middle of the night and kill us all. Now we'll hear the stairs creak at least."
"I know, I know, I was just saying," said Chris. "So what's with the lack of yelling? I though you were going to be really angry."
"I was, I mean I am, it's just your face, it's so funny," she admitted.
"Thanks, nothing like a confidence boost first thing in the morning," said Chris.
"You know what I meant," said Piper rolling her eyes and swatting Chris with her hand. "But, that doesn't mean you're not grounded."
"But, mom!"
"No Chris not this time, I let you away with two much as it is because of that adorable little face of yours," she said, pulling at his cheeks.
"Mom!" he yelled, rubbing his cheeks. "But besides, what h a demon attacks? How will I get home in time?"
"Well, you see, because you were out so late I think that you should just not be allowed to go out anywhere apart from school. I'm also thinking no visitors and since you suggested it, no orbing."
"Mom! That is way not fair!" said Chris grumpily. "Besides I've learnt my lesson, honestly."
"Really? What have you learned?" she asked.
"That alcohol is not my friend," said Chris seriously.
"Good," said Piper. "Because you are considerably underage."
"Yeah, well trust me, if alcohol is what is going to get me caught sneaking in at . . ."
"Chris!" said Piper. "You really are hopeless. You shouldn't have any thing to be caught doing!"
Chris gave her his best puppy dog eyes, with what he hoped was a 'don't you just want to love me and let me off' pout.
"Ok, ok, you can orb," she said smiling. "Don't make me discuss your grades, Christopher, because trust me, it won't be pleasant!"
"Bye, mom, love you loads," said Chris, quickly, giving her a kiss on the cheek and heading for the door.
"Oh and Chris, trust me, I won't be as easy on you next time," she warned, managing to maintain a stern face.
"What next time?" asked Chris innocently, well what would have been innocent if it wasn't for the huge grin that was plastered across his face.
"That's a boy," said Piper laughing at her son as he ran out the door.
"Well?" asked Wyatt as he got into the car. "I've been grounded in the normal teenager sense of the term and aren't allowed anyone around to the house," he said.
"Yelling?"
"Minimal."
"Interesting," said Wyatt, stroking an imaginary beard.
"Yeah, but now I can't go out with Melissa tonight," said Chris annoyed.
"I thought your girlfriend's name was Jen," said Wyatt confused.
"Oh it was," said Chris. "Last week."
"Man, you sure do go through them."
Chris grinned.
Wyatt rolled his eyes at how arrogant he could be at times. "Knowing mom, it could have been a lot worse, you know," he said after weighing up all the information.
"You can say that again," said Chris.
"It could have been a lot worse, you know."
"Shut up and drive," said Chris shaking his head at his brother.
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"You guys are real shit heads you know that?" said Chris sitting down on the grass besides his friends.
"Someone got busted," said Katie grinning knowingly. "What'd you do?"
"I tried to skate up the stairs," Chris told him and watched as they laughed. "You know, I'm thinking of putting a bulletin on the school notice board, it'll save me, well Wyatt actually, the bother of telling everybody. It's really not one my family are going to live down."
"So how exactly is this our fault?" asked Benji.
"You made me drink then let me go home like that!" he said.
"We made you?" asked Tom.
"Mmmhmm," insisted Chris. "Peer pressure is an awful thing," he said seriously.
"So what's the damage?"
"Grounded, no visitors," he told them.
"Ouch," said Katie.
"It's not that bad, really. The worst part was this morning when everyone was being perky at me because they knew of the pain I was in. Damn sadistic families, I mean I don't know what people were complaining about, the Nazis were nothing."
"Aww, poor Chris. His family is picking on him, aww the poor baby," teased Katie in her best patronising voice.
"Dude, don't talk like that, it's creeping me out," said Tom, causing Katie to throw a ball of paper at him.
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"Hey there."
Wyatt smiled at hearing the familiar voice and turned round to have his girlfriend, Elizabeth snake her arms round his neck.
"We missed you last night," she told him, leaning in and kissing him. "I had stuff to do," he told her, brushing a few strands of her cropped blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Yeah, but without your on going commentary baseball just isn't the same," she said letting go of him and leaning against a nearby locker. "So what you up to tonight?"
"What were you thinking of?" he asked, intrigued.
"Oh, I don't know . . . good old dinner and a movie?"
"Sounds good," said Wyatt. "But . . ."
"Let, me guess family stuff?" she asked with a sigh.
"Yeah, we are on for tomorrow night definitely though. It's just that it's Thursday night. It's family dinner night, we're a very busy family so mom insists that once a week we all sit down and catch up. Even Chris doesn't try to get out of it anymore."
As if on cue, Chris skated past him, grabbing the cap of his head. "Funny I don't remember saying you could borrow my cap," Chris called back to him, as he skated on smiling, putting on his cap backwards.
"He seems to have gotten over his hangover," commented Wyatt.
"Your brother can be such a dork," Elizabeth informed him. "A cute one, but still a dork."
"What is it with you people?" asked Wyatt.
"Us people?" asked Elizabeth.
"Girls!" said Wyatt closing his locker and walking along the hall with his arm around Elizabeth. "You all like him, no matter how dorky or stupid he is. I'm pretty sure he's gone out with half the girls in his year."
"He's endearing. He has this whole huggable thing going on," she told him. "But no one who actually had a life would even think about dating him. Why? Mr. Big Shot wouldn't be jealous of his little brother now would he?"
"Not at all. I wouldn't trade my life for his ever, he gets into to much trouble," he said thinking of last nights incident.
"So I see," said Elizabeth pointing on up the hallway where the headmaster was telling off Chris for skating in the corridor.
"He really never learns," said Wyatt, who despite his negative comment was grinning. "Serves him right for stealing my hat."
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A/N: ok, so I meant for so much more to happen in this chapter but it kind of just went on, so the next one will be longer. I just didn't want his one to be like THAT long, so sorry about the suckiness of this chapter, cause not much happens.
So I'll give you a little preview of the next chapter: Someone Familiar
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"Is it just me or does that boy become more like Chris everyday?" asked Phoebe, watching as Chris left.
"He is Chris!" said Piper.
"Oh, you know what I mean," Phoebe said rolling her eyes.
"Actually, I kinda do," admitted Piper.
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"Where's Chris?" asked Katie, sitting on the bed beside Wyatt.
"On his date with Melissa," said Wyatt.
"I thought he was grounded," said Katie.
"He is."
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Plus . . . a demon attack. (The story actually gets some plot! Are you excited? I am!!!)
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A/N: A big thanks to everyone who reviewed, I was a little overwhelmed that I got so many. If anyone has any comments, suggestions or ideas I'd love to hear them and if there are any questions you would like answered I'll give you a shout out at the end of a chapter.