She stepped into the dark manor, like she had predicted, but still there was one thing she hadn't predicted. She hadn't predicted the fact that he, a guy who she knew nothing about, could make her feel that. He had made her feel warm safe, loved almost.
What was she thinking he didn't love her, for Christ's sake they had just met, and now they would never see each other again. He didn't know who she was, or where she came from and now it was clear he never would, and that was truly something she hadn't bargained on.
She crossed the hallway quickly, hopping not to disturb anyone. After what Prue and said to her on the phone, she didn't feel like facing the living version. She crept into the kitchen where she ran the cold tap, to poor herself a drink. But she hadn't been good enough, as when she turned around to fetch a glass. There it was, standing in the doorway. The nightmare in snoopy pyjamas, this thought alone made Piper laugh.
"What's so funny?" it asked, well more like demanded, before stepping into the moonlight, which had leaked though the window above the sink.
"It's nothing really…. Did I keep you up Prue?" asked trying to steer the conversation away, and avoid the question she was more likely than not to have to face, but then she asked it, earlier than what as expected.
"Who was he?" of course Prue was referring to the guy who had just dropped her off. Piper tried to explain, but she just couldn't, she didn't know what to say, she dint know his name, all she had was that he had saved her. So she stood in silence, and waited.
"Well…. Piper?" but there was nothing to say so she just shrugged and walked over to the door, leading to the basement. That was also known as her room.
She stepped down the steps as her sister watched from the doorway above, she was still asking who he was. But no longer was it penetrating her ears, she didn't know and right now she didn't truly care. He had saved her, and driven her home, sure but that was all.
She curled herself into a ball, as she lay on the bed. Over, and over again, the pictures from the night replayed in her mind, gradually they all blurred into one, except one, one that stuck out fro the rest. His eyes, the way they had danced in the light when they had met hers. They where beautiful she thought to herself, and with that final thought she fell asleep.
He drove around for a bit, before finally pulling up at his apartment, compared to her home it was a palace. That was what he called her, 'her,' he didn't know her name, just where she lived, it wasn't much and he wished he knew more but somehow he knew she wouldn't let him know more, not with out a struggle.
He walked over to the answer machine, where a little red light was flashing violently. "You have one message…. Message one." It spoke before playing out the message, "hay mate, its me Turner…. Look I hope your break up went well…. Call me, or I'll see you on Monday…. ok well bye," and with that it ended, he knew who it was as soon as they had spoke, Turner, or to be more specific Cole Turner. His best mate, and the only person he had told about his plans for the break up.
He sighed to himself as he imagined what Cole, would say on Monday when he told him once again he hadn't called it off with Missy. But then it hit him, would he tell him about 'her,' about who she was. Cole had dated many girls from Baker, which was where he guessed she attended as she didn't go to St. James that was clear, and it was the nearest public school to Prescott, and it was known for its inhabitants of being from areas such as those like the Prescott estate.
Not that Cole cared; to be honest he was the rebel of the school, but maybe he would no her, or at least who she was. But just as long as Cole hadn't dated her, Leo didn't mind and would take any information Cole could give him.
With that thought safely tucked away in his mind, Leo casually climbed into bed, now smiling to himself in hope.