The muses seem to be disliking me lately as they are just making it harder and harder to write.

Piper's POV

What did he just call me? she thought. Shrugging it off, she went and sat down beneath one of the trees out front. She really didn't feel like doing homework so she took out a black felt pen and started drawing on her already doodle-filled pants. Skulls, hearts, songs lyrics, everything ended up drawn on her jeans. Time whizzed by and the bell for the next passing period rang. Another period wasted drawing.. she kept thinking. She slowly got up, went to her locker, grabbed her notebook and went to her next class: World Literature.

The rest of the day passed by rather slowly until lunch. Piper decided that spending lunch on campus, especially on her birthday, would just be a waste. It's not like she had any friends that had a plan to surprise her or anything. She wasn't exactly Miss Popularity. She walked down the street to the convenience store, picked up a soda and sandwich and just sat down on a bench in the park about five minutes from Baker. She starting absent-mindingly watching people walk by and looking at the trees. There, sitting beneath a large oak, was the guy from that morning. Get some guts Halliwell! she yelled in her head. After a few deep breaths, she stood up and walked over to the tree and the quiet, green eyed teenager. "Hey," she said.

"WHAT THE!" he exclaimed.

"Jumpy, are we?" Piper giggled, she had never seen a guy jump out of his skin like that.

"Uh, well, NO! You just surprised me is all..." This was making him obviously uncomfortable, so Piper offered him part of her sandwich. "Um, no thanks," he said.

His loss, she thought. This is a damn good sandwich... "So, you never told me your name," she told him, very matter-of-factly.

(A.N. jumping to Chris' POV now)

O god, think Chris, fake name, fake name... "Uh, Victor. The name's Victor." That was his grandfather's name. Great guy his Grandpa. Ever since his dad had left, his gramps had always been there for him, just to hang out and talk. He really respected him. Hopefully Piper wouldn't notice that he had used her father's name.

"Interesting name..." Piper mumbled. Apparently, she had noticed.

"Uh, I mean, that's my middle name. It's what I go by, though," Chris kept trying to cover up his mistakes. "My first name is... uh... John! Yea, John's the name." That's the most generic name there is, that can't possibly make things go wrong.

"Oh," Piper perked up a bit. "So, um, John, where do you go to school?"

"School?" He hadn't thought about that. He had barely thought of anything. Presidents! he thought. They use presidents names for everything! Ok, who's on some money... "Hamilton." he stated. "Good ole Hamilton High." Phew, that outta work just fine.

"So do you like it there?" Piper was obviously making small talk for lack of anything else to say. This is too creepy. he thought. I just need to get to the manner and get back home. Wait. I can't get in the manner without Grams noticing some random kid in her house. How can I get in there without her being suspicious? That's when the idea hit him. He had to be invited. Maybe... he thought. "So what do you say we ditch?" Chris said. He tried to use the tricks he used on the girls back in his own time. It couldn't be THAT different, right?

"Ditch?" Piper looked shocked. Apparently, she hadn't ditched before, which struck Chris as odd because his mother always talked about how much she hated being in her school.

"Yea," Chris said with a glint in his eye. He tried to lay down his famous "Halliwell Charm" on her, even thought it was HER that he had inherited it from. "We could go to your house. You know, hang out..." He hoped this was working cause he had no other ideas.

Piper tilted her head down shyly. "Uh, yea, sure..." she trailed off. Score! Chris thought. If he could just get into the house.

"Well, come on, let's go." The young man stood up, helping his mother, or his future mother, to her feet. They both walked off towards the direction of the manner and all Chris could think was Please, oh please let this work...