The walk to the Berkley residence was a good four blocks, a nice,
leisurely stroll with plenty of time to talk and plenty of time for Wyatt
to get even more nervous. They walked side by side, Wyatt by the street and
Jordan on the inside. He held her laptop and two textbooks under his arm
gentlemanly and they passed the time discussing school events, like
Tuesday's soccer games (girls and boys) and the annual Baker High
'birthday' fair the following weekend.
"So," Wyatt started nervously as they climbed the front steps of her house and found themselves on her porch.
"So..." Jordan smiled in return, trying to meet his eyes.
"Can we talk?"
"If the conversation consists of more than the word 'so', of course," she teased.
Wyatt blushed and smiled.
"Wanna sit down?" she asked, motioning to the swing at the other end of the porch.
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Okay, just let me bring this stuff inside," she said, taking her things from him and ducking into the front door quickly.
Wyatt seated himself of the swing, the weight of his impact causing it to sway a little. He didn't stop it, but let it drag his feet along.
"So what's up?" Jordan questioned as she sat down next to him.
"I've got something to ask you."
"Okay... Shoot."
"Well, you can say no and I'll totally understand, but I just wanted to know because I really do care for you a lot," he said in one breath, causing her to raise one delicate eyebrow in his direction.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you'd be my date to prom."
He closed his eyes and waited for an answer, either positive or negative. The silence seemed to last forever to him and he found himself mentally holding his breath and crossing his fingers.
Since his eyes were closed, Wyatt failed to see the bright smile on Jordan's face and the softness in her green eyes as she watched his nervousness. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"I'd love to."
"Really?" he asked, peeking one baby blue eye open.
She laughed. "Yes, Wyatt, I'd love to go to prom with you. I was just waiting for you to ask."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, Wyatt!" she cried with a smile. "Now I should probably go inside and call my parents."
"Right," Wyatt agreed, standing and helping her to her feet. "Well, enjoy your Saturday."
"You, too," Jordan grinned, walking with him to her door and then stopping to look at him.
"Well, good-bye."
She leaned forward and unexpectedly kissed his lips lightly, sending a warm shiver through his entire body.
"Bye. Call me."
He smiled and nodded. "Of course."
Needless to say, Wyatt Halliwell walked on Cloud 9 the whole way home.
~*~*~
Home, for Wyatt however, was more like a battlefield than Cloud 9. A fireball flew past his head as he opened the door and the natural force field around him deflected it. His force-field was less powerful than it had been in his infancy, but it still did in a pinch. There were ways to get around now, so Wyatt had learned not to rely on it.
"Wyatt! Watch out!" Phoebe cried out to him.
He raised his hand and easily deflected the next shot, turning it on the demon. It charred the robe of the well-built demon, whose face was hidden from Wyatt's view. The demon growled in pain and Wyatt's mother and other aunt rounded the corner to join Phoebe.
"Got the potion?" Phoebe cried out to Piper and Paige.
"Right here," Paige answered, passing a small bottle down to Phoebe.
"Spell?" Piper asked of the middle sister.
"It's not all that creative, but it'll do."
"Wyatt! Stand back, demon guts!" Paige called to her nephew, who subsequently orbed behind his family.
Phoebe threw the potion, which hit the distracted demon in the chest and began to smolder as the girls read off the spell. He exploded into thousands of tiny sparks and then was gone.
"Nice finish, Aunt Phoebe," Wyatt commented, laying his arms around his aunts' shoulders as he approached them from behind. "Though I can't say that was one of your better rhyming spells."
"Well it was spur of the moment! The demons that do stop by nowadays do so pretty randomly. It isn't like them to call ahead first."
"I'm surprised they still stop by," Wyatt laughed, walking with his family into the kitchen.
"Demons are stupid," Paige responded.
"Yes, but who's more stupid, the demon or the witch who marries one?" Wyatt asked.
"Oh, ouch, Wyatt," Piper said.
Phoebe shoved him as he walked in playfulness.
"Sorry, Aunt Phoebe, just kidding," Wyatt grinned, returning to Cloud 9.
"Oh, oh! Wyatt! How did it go?" Piper asked, remembering their earlier conversation.
"Wonderfully," Wyatt answered, beaming from ear to ear.
"What? How did what go?" Paige and Phoebe questioned in unison.
"Wyatt asked Jordan to prom," Piper informed them as they all took a seat around the table with some lemonade.
"No way! What did she say?" Paige queried.
"Yes."
All three women squealed and hugged and embarrassed him, kissing his cheeks.
"Our little boy's all grown up!" Phoebe cooed. "Taking a girl to prom!"
"Nice job, Wyatt," Paige laughed.
"Guess this means we're gonna have to have 'The Talk'," Piper teased.
Wyatt's eyes widened in horror. "Oh no.."
His aunts laughed and Piper smiled, but deep down she wished Leo could be there, as she had on so many of the big moments of Wyatt's life. He'd missed so much....
Author's Note:
Keep the guesses coming! You'll find out soon enough. Yes, Leo will be making an appearance in this story, but the majority of his role in this fic is his absence, if that makes any sense... This story is written under the assumption that Leo is not permanently axed as of the season finale, but who knows?! Argh... Drop me a note.
"So," Wyatt started nervously as they climbed the front steps of her house and found themselves on her porch.
"So..." Jordan smiled in return, trying to meet his eyes.
"Can we talk?"
"If the conversation consists of more than the word 'so', of course," she teased.
Wyatt blushed and smiled.
"Wanna sit down?" she asked, motioning to the swing at the other end of the porch.
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Okay, just let me bring this stuff inside," she said, taking her things from him and ducking into the front door quickly.
Wyatt seated himself of the swing, the weight of his impact causing it to sway a little. He didn't stop it, but let it drag his feet along.
"So what's up?" Jordan questioned as she sat down next to him.
"I've got something to ask you."
"Okay... Shoot."
"Well, you can say no and I'll totally understand, but I just wanted to know because I really do care for you a lot," he said in one breath, causing her to raise one delicate eyebrow in his direction.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you'd be my date to prom."
He closed his eyes and waited for an answer, either positive or negative. The silence seemed to last forever to him and he found himself mentally holding his breath and crossing his fingers.
Since his eyes were closed, Wyatt failed to see the bright smile on Jordan's face and the softness in her green eyes as she watched his nervousness. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"I'd love to."
"Really?" he asked, peeking one baby blue eye open.
She laughed. "Yes, Wyatt, I'd love to go to prom with you. I was just waiting for you to ask."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, Wyatt!" she cried with a smile. "Now I should probably go inside and call my parents."
"Right," Wyatt agreed, standing and helping her to her feet. "Well, enjoy your Saturday."
"You, too," Jordan grinned, walking with him to her door and then stopping to look at him.
"Well, good-bye."
She leaned forward and unexpectedly kissed his lips lightly, sending a warm shiver through his entire body.
"Bye. Call me."
He smiled and nodded. "Of course."
Needless to say, Wyatt Halliwell walked on Cloud 9 the whole way home.
~*~*~
Home, for Wyatt however, was more like a battlefield than Cloud 9. A fireball flew past his head as he opened the door and the natural force field around him deflected it. His force-field was less powerful than it had been in his infancy, but it still did in a pinch. There were ways to get around now, so Wyatt had learned not to rely on it.
"Wyatt! Watch out!" Phoebe cried out to him.
He raised his hand and easily deflected the next shot, turning it on the demon. It charred the robe of the well-built demon, whose face was hidden from Wyatt's view. The demon growled in pain and Wyatt's mother and other aunt rounded the corner to join Phoebe.
"Got the potion?" Phoebe cried out to Piper and Paige.
"Right here," Paige answered, passing a small bottle down to Phoebe.
"Spell?" Piper asked of the middle sister.
"It's not all that creative, but it'll do."
"Wyatt! Stand back, demon guts!" Paige called to her nephew, who subsequently orbed behind his family.
Phoebe threw the potion, which hit the distracted demon in the chest and began to smolder as the girls read off the spell. He exploded into thousands of tiny sparks and then was gone.
"Nice finish, Aunt Phoebe," Wyatt commented, laying his arms around his aunts' shoulders as he approached them from behind. "Though I can't say that was one of your better rhyming spells."
"Well it was spur of the moment! The demons that do stop by nowadays do so pretty randomly. It isn't like them to call ahead first."
"I'm surprised they still stop by," Wyatt laughed, walking with his family into the kitchen.
"Demons are stupid," Paige responded.
"Yes, but who's more stupid, the demon or the witch who marries one?" Wyatt asked.
"Oh, ouch, Wyatt," Piper said.
Phoebe shoved him as he walked in playfulness.
"Sorry, Aunt Phoebe, just kidding," Wyatt grinned, returning to Cloud 9.
"Oh, oh! Wyatt! How did it go?" Piper asked, remembering their earlier conversation.
"Wonderfully," Wyatt answered, beaming from ear to ear.
"What? How did what go?" Paige and Phoebe questioned in unison.
"Wyatt asked Jordan to prom," Piper informed them as they all took a seat around the table with some lemonade.
"No way! What did she say?" Paige queried.
"Yes."
All three women squealed and hugged and embarrassed him, kissing his cheeks.
"Our little boy's all grown up!" Phoebe cooed. "Taking a girl to prom!"
"Nice job, Wyatt," Paige laughed.
"Guess this means we're gonna have to have 'The Talk'," Piper teased.
Wyatt's eyes widened in horror. "Oh no.."
His aunts laughed and Piper smiled, but deep down she wished Leo could be there, as she had on so many of the big moments of Wyatt's life. He'd missed so much....
Author's Note:
Keep the guesses coming! You'll find out soon enough. Yes, Leo will be making an appearance in this story, but the majority of his role in this fic is his absence, if that makes any sense... This story is written under the assumption that Leo is not permanently axed as of the season finale, but who knows?! Argh... Drop me a note.