A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Sorry this chapter took a little longer!

Princess Pinky: Yeah, I know, sorry it was so short! It looked longer on Microsoft Word! Well anyway, I'm glad you thought I kept Phoebe in character!

Coquetry: You didn't have to go to the trouble to read my other stories, but thanks for doing so! I don't consider them one-shots though, because although I didn't make chapters for those I still revised and edited them ALOT. (Except I think I'm going to re-write some of "The Lost Halliwell" so it flows better.) I did start to write a story that was a prequel to "Pamela Halliwell: Wiccan Outcast," but I stopped because I would have to kill Piper in it and I figured reviewers would get really mad at me. So I just took the most important scenes from that story and re-wrote "Pamela Halliwell" so they were incorporated in. I guess I sort of lost some Phoebe/Pam bonding while doing so. But remember, there's more to come in this story, so it might somewhat satisfy what you wanted to see!

Alyssa Halliwell: Well, better late then never! Glad you discovered my fic! Hope you like it!

CHAPTER FOUR- THE PARTY

February 8, 1997

From what I heard around campus today, Danny Lyons is throwing a kick-ass party at his place on Saturday! I of course am going, but Katie isn't so sure. Poor girl. No matter how much I brainwash her with delinquency, she still can't leave behind her religious roots. Well, she's come a long way since I met her. And if I can convince her to go, Saturday will be her first attempt at sneaking out of the house. Lucky for me, there's a tree right outside my window, so I can just open it and climb down noiselessly. (Like I've done a thousand times.) But it'll be harder for Katie. There's nothing to grab on to by her window but a trellis, so she either has to tip-toe through the house or try her luck with a weak structure.

"I'm telling you, Katie, you're not going to regret it if you go," Phoebe persuaded.

"Are you sure? Because what if my mom finds out? She'll place me on house arrest for the next five years!"

"Stop being so paranoid about getting caught," Phoebe advised. "I've gotten caught before. You get grounded for a while. So what? Think about the time you'll have atthe party, not what you'll get in trouble for after it. Speaking of the party, can you imagine if some guy's dumb enough to actually wear a toga?"

Katie chuckled. "I guess you're right, it would be fun… but if I get caught, I'm never going anywhere with you again!"

"Alright, then it's settled. We're going to Danny Lyons' party on Saturday night. Now what to wear?"

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February 13, 1997

The party starts at ten. It's 9:45 right now. I have on the outfit I'm wearing: a leopard print top, leather miniskirt, and leather jacket. I'm also wearing high-heel pumps, but they'll be hard to climb down a tree in so I'm just going to drop them out the window and put them on when I get down there. Hopefully I won't get any runs in my stockings… they're fishnets. Cool, huh? Oh what do you know? You're just a book. Well, whatever. Time to sneak out. I can't believe Grams still falls for that pillow trick.

Phoebe hid her diary and stuffed some pillows under her covers, to make it look like she was sleeping there. She then turned off her bedroom lamp and tip-toed over to the window. She opened it as soundlessly as possible and dropped her shoes down to the grass below. Next, she climbed over to the branch that stuck out near the window, which she shut behind her. It was a bit hard in a leather skirt, but she made it to the ground and put her shoes on without anyone noticing she was outside of the house. (It was a good thing no one was in the solarium.) Phoebe then walked over to the gate in the fence and opened it, entering the neighbor's yard. It was too risky to walk around to the front of the house and start down the sidewalk from there. Some one would surely see her, especially since Prue's room had a large window overlooking the front of the Manor. The house next door was Katie's, so Phoebe had no fears of trespassing. She wondered if Katie had snuck out yet, or if she'd chickened out and decided not to go.

"Phoebe!" a voice whispered. Phoebe looked up to see Katie leaning out of her bedroom window. "Wait up!"

She maneuvered her way onto the windowsill and from there started down the trellis like it was a ladder. But just as Phoebe feared, it was too weak to hold her. As it snapped, Katie screamed and frantically grabbed hold of the gutter. Phoebe gasped.

"Oh my God," Phoebe said softly.

"Now what?" Katie asked as she dangled.

"Well… I"

But Phoebe was cut off when part of the gutter snapped free from the house and swung down so it was perpendicular to the grass below. Katie screamed again, and then the structure she was holding completely broke free. She landed in a bush.

"Oh my God, Katie, are you okay?" Phoebe asked, rushing over to her.

"Yeah, I think so," she said as Phoebe helped her up.

"Okay, well c'mon, we have to get out of here before someone sees us!"

They ran around to the front of the house just as they heard Katie's back door open. At the same time, they heard Grams shout, "Is someone out there?" Katie and Phoebe took off down the sidewalk. Once they were around the corner, they simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Phoebe started laughing.

"What?" Katie asked.

"You broke the gutter!" Phoebe said through her laughter.

"It wasn't funny!" Katie replied. "It hurt! I'm gonna get a bruise on my leg for that! Look, I even scratched my arm landing in that bush!"

Phoebe laughed harder. "I forgot about the bush part!"

"Stop it!" Katie whined.

"Sorry, it's just that that was the worst attempt to sneak out I've ever seen!"

"Well it worked, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it did. Nice outfit by the way. The shorts are very Daisy Duke."

"Good, that's what I was going for. It's not too slutty, is it?"

"No, Katie, it's fine. You look great."

"You sure? What if it gets me raped or something?"

"Stop worrying! You sound like Piper."

They walked a few blocks and turned down Marsh Lane. Once there, they could already hear the blasting sounds of Smells Like Teen Spirit at the other end of the street.

"I guess everything's already in full swing," Phoebe commented as they continued walking. They got up to the door and shuffled in. Once inside the music was even more deafening. Katie covered her ears, but Phoebe braved Kurt Cobain's ear-shattering vocals.

With the lights out

It's less dangerous

Here we are now

Entertain us

I feel stupid

And contagious

Here we are now

Entertain us

"Hey, Phoebe, you made it!" Greg Daniels said as he caught sight of them.

"Hey, Greg," Phoebe replied.

"Want a beer?" He asked.

"Sure," she said, grabbing a bottle from him. Greg handed one to Katie. She took it, but unlike Phoebe, didn't drink it right away. "What?" Phoebe asked. "You're 21."

"No, you are. I'm only 20. It's illegal!"

"So what?" Phoebe said, taking another sip of hers.

"W… what if he put something in it?"

"Oh, c'mon, you know Greg. He may be somewhat of a perv, but he wouldn't do that. Drink." So Katie did.

"Hey, Katie! I didn't know you were coming!" Her boyfriend Ryan said as he met up with them.

"Hi! I'm drinking! Can you believe it? I'm drinking!" Katie said, holding up the bottle.

"Uh yeah, that's-" But Ryan was interrupted by Katie before he could say anything further.

"You don't smoke pot, do you?"

"No, I don't smoke pot!" Ryan said, laughing a bit at the randomness of the question. He turned to Phoebe. "Exactly how much has she had?"

"Oh, don't"

Before Phoebe could finish her answer, someone grabbed her arm. "Let's dance, babe!" he said. She looked back at her friends before being led to the dance floor with everyone else.

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Phoebe continued dancing and talking for a while after that. The party was obviously fun for everyone, and once Katie had been drinking for a while, her self-consciousness disappeared. She danced right along with everyone else, and was surprisingly good. Phoebe danced near her sometimes, but mostly they were separated. That was due to the fact that so many people were shoved in the tiny house. You barely saw the same face twice.

"Nice moves," a familiar voice said behind Phoebe. She turned around to see none other than her crush, Steve Baker, standing there.

"Uh… thanks," she said. Without warning, Steve leaned in and kissed her. She was stunned for a second, then said the only thing she could think to say. "What about your girlfriend?"

"Eh, screw her. I like you, Phoebe."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "How drunk are you?"

"Not very. You?"

"I'm not sure… Oh, what the hell." She kissed him, realizing that this might be the only chance to actually have a jock boyfriend. Steve kissed her back.

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"Everyone out!" Danny Lyons said again as he ushered people onto the street.

"Yeah, yeah, we're going," Phoebe called back. Slowly people shuffled away from the house.

"So drunk…" Katie mumbled, laughing at herself.

"But you had fun though, right?"

"Definitely."

Phoebe smiled. "Did you see when Rob Grayson crashed into the punch bowl?"

Katie laughed. "Oh yeah. That was great." They staggered on silently for a little while.

"So…" Phoebe said, "Guess who got lucky tonight?"

"Oh my God Phoebe, are you serious?"

"Uh-huh," she smirked.

"With who?"

"Steve Baker."

"No way. You're lying," Katie said incredulously.

"Yes way," Phoebe replied proudly.

"But he has a girlfriend! How drunk was he?"

"He said not very."

"And you believed him?"

Phoebe laughed. "Well maybe he was lying, but so what? We still would've slept together either way." The two turned down Prescott Street and approached their houses. "Well, bye," Phoebe said as they got to Katie's front door. It was sometime after four am, so all the lights were off.

"Wait!" Katie whispered, staring up at the dark windows in fear.

"What?" Phoebe asked, wondering what her sudden change in behavior was for.

"I can't go in there!"

"Why not?"

"My mom'll wake up! I'll never sneak in unheard, considering what I did sneaking out."

Phoebe laughed. "Oh yeah, that was funny…"

"Phoebe! This is not the time to laugh!"

"Right. Sorry. Well… if you're that concerned, you can crash at my place if you want."

"Really? Thank you somuch, Phoebe!"

"But what will you tell your mom tomorrow when you're not at home?"

"Oh, God, I didn't think of that! Uh… I'll tell her you needed help with your homework!"

"In the middle of the night?"

"Aw, man…"

"Don't panic. Tomorrow's Sunday… What time does your mom wake you up for church?"

"Around nine I guess."

"Well, at around eight thirty or something, walk in the front door and tell her you got up early to get the paper for her. You'll have to get the paper on your way in of course."

"Okay… but I can't go in dressed like this!"

"You can borrow some of my clothes."

"You're an angel, Phoebe!"

"Yeah, yeah, thank me later. Right now we should get inside. It's cold out here!" she shivered.

Katie followed Phoebe around the back of the Manor. Since climbing a tree drunk was clearly not a good idea, the two went in the back door. They tiptoed up the stairs and down the hall towards Phoebe's room. On the way, Prue's door opened. The three stared silently at each other for a minute.

"Do you know how much trouble you're going to get into for this?" Prue asked sternly.

"Yes. Yes I do, Prue, and you don't have to scold me ahead of time for it. It's bad enough that you're going to tell on me," Phoebe replied.

"Why's it bad?" Prue asked.

"Because, you're my sister, Prue. Sisters aren't supposed to tell on each other. They're supposed to keep secrets, and confide in one another… and trust each other." Everyone knew Phoebe was referring to the Roger issue.

"Sorry, but I'm not your average sister," Prue replied.

"Well then at least don't tell on Katie. I forced her to go, it's my fault. Please, Prue. If you love me at all… pretend you didn't see her."

Prue blinked. "Fine," she declared, shutting her door. Katie breathed a sigh of relief. They walked into Phoebe's room and shut the door behind them.

"I can't believe she did that," Katie said. "Agree not to tell anyone I'm hiding out over here…"

"Neither can I," Phoebe replied. "Maybe we'll get along someday after all."