wow! people actually like this story! thank you to all those who reviewed. i'll do that thing where i thank all the people individually now.

andy20- thanks! and i will

Magical Princess- thanks for the cookie! and i'm glad you like the idea

may-j - thankies!

Christine Marquez- i promise, it's not like back to the future! i don't think Piper will get a crush on him, but really, the characters do it, i just write it. hehe. chris won't tattle and grams will be fun to write about! keep reading!

svata2004- gee, thanks

brit- glad you think so

carey- thanks, and i will

psychokitty3- i hope it'll be good. will update more

Barbas- thanks, who knows, i might throw you into the mix, always a nice plot twist

crazy person- it would be funny, but christine might not like it. grams will be a great thing to write about. haven't written about her yet, but i will.

paige fan- i can try. i'm trying to stay true to the ages of all the characters. i'm not sure how old paige would be, but you never know, she mite come in, i can always find a way

so i'm sorry i haven't really updated. people have said they liked it, but i've been swamped with homework and papers and tests and band. sorry! band ends in a few weeks and i'll devote that time to this fic. if enough people like it...

Pipers POV

Ugh, why the hell do I even have an alarm if all I want to do is chuck it out a window? Piper thought as she woke up.

She looked at the clock. 7 am. She had half an hour to get dressed, eat, grab her stuff, and get to school. It would all go much quicker if it wasn't her birthday. Grams was sure to have made some weird concoction of hers and try to make Piper eat it. Prue was sure to call this morning and Phoebe would be entering her room any minute to scream happy birthday.

The door slammed open. Out popped a 14 year old Phoebe Halliwell. "Piper, Piper, get up! Come on, you have to get up! Grams is threatening to leave without you this time!" Piper said something under her breath that Phoebe thought were some cuss words, but she shrugged it off. "Fine," she told the middle sister. "I'll just take your new car. Happy Birthday by the way."

Piper sprang out of bed so fast, she practically got whiplash. "DID YOU JUST SAY CAR?!?!" This couldn't happen. Yeah, sure. All of Grams' husbands had left her a decent chunk of cash before they died, but this is what she spent it on?

After pushing Phoebe out of the room, Piper quickly grabbed a pair of drawn-on jeans and a large, black shirt. She tied her hair up in a ponytail and for a moment, starred at her pimples and braces in the mirror. This is as good as it gets, she thought. After grabbing her backpack, she almost flew downstairs and quickly opened up the front door. There, in the driveway was a fire-engine red 1960s Firebird. Piper smiled. It had been her dad's from his teenage years. Grams hated the girls' father, but she had apparently gotten in contact with him to get this for her.

"Happy Birthday my dear." Grams put her hand on Piper's shoulder. She suddenly was hugged so much by her granddaughter that she was having trouble breathing. "Piper, if you want me to see your 17th birthday, I suggest you stop hugging me."

"Sorry Grams, I just love it so much! Thank you thank you thank you!" It was then that it hit her. She couldn't drive yet. And she couldn't let Grams drive her to school in this amazing car. The next day, when people saw her driving it, they'd think she just took it from her grandmother. "Um, Grams?"

"Yes?"

"Can I take the bus to school today?"

"The bus? Why would you do a thing like that when you have a perfectly... What is that word you kids use? O yes, cool " the words seemed like another language to her, "car right here?"

Piper preferred not to tell her grandmother about her insecurities so she just said that she didn't have a permit for a parking spot at school yet. Her grandmother seems satisfied by the answer and permitted her to do so.

Phoebe bounded downstairs. "Did she see it yet? Did she see it?" She was beaming.

"Yes Phoebe, she saw it. Now come on you two, you have school. Birthday or not."

The rest of the morning was spent talking to Prue on the phone, almost missing the bus, and barley making it to first period History. The class was tedious and the teacher was monotone. Piper was easily distracted by the things outside the window. As her teacher began a lecture on some war, Piper noticed someone standing out by the front of the school. Her classroom was right by the school entrance, so she was rarely late. He looked to be about her age, had messy brown hair, and although he was somewhat far away, he had the most powerful green eyes. Needless to say, Piper was immediately in love, or at least in like.

"Ms. Halliwell!" her teacher yelled.

"Huh?" Piper tried to look like she was paying attention.

"Can you tell me what I just said?"

"Um..." Piper quickly glanced down at her partner's notes. Lance, her partner, practically took word-for-word notes on every lesson. "The British attacked the port at 5 am on Monday, August 2nd?" She hoped Lance had been taking correct notes.

"Oh, um, well, that's correct. Please look forward during the lesson." Her teacher was slightly annoyed that Piper had correctly sited his lesson, so he continued on.

Piper's eyes wandered yet again and noticed the young man outside the school. She badly wanted to meet him. The bell rang and Piper almost leapt out her seat. She had no second period, so the time was hers to spend how she liked. After picking up her stuff, she left the classroom to look for the mysterious guy from outside the window.