Sorry it took so long, but I'm back with a new extra long chapter! Yay! Gotta go, so I cant thank the reviewers personally, but thanks for reviewing! Enjoy!

"I can't take your cockiness." Paige found herself glaring at Miles yet again. She didn't want to walk home just yet, because as usual she didn't want to be near her family. Paige left the gym, and Miles was following her, trying to get through to her. Of course, he couldn't. If Prue and Piper couldn't, he couldn't.

"I'm not cocky." Miles said, trying to catch up with her fast pace. He had long legs, which meant long strides, but Paige could really walk quickly when she was aggravated. "Let's go out for ice-cream, I'll buy."

"See, there we go. Cocky." Paige kept her head straight

"No, Paige, I just want to have a talk with you." Miles finally caught up to her, huffing and puffing. Miles was the only one who really hadn't changed since the—accident. He had been affected when his sister died, but not enough to change who he was. Paige was afraid to talk to him, because she knew that he would bring it up, but Miles was the kind of person who would get their way or die trying.

That didn't mean that Paige would conform to him though, because she was also one of those people. "Just stop trying Miles." She turned her head, and faced him. He wouldn't stop, not ever, and she knew it.

She found herself being somehow dragged by Miles into the ice-cream store. Going up to the counter, Miles ordered with confidence. "One mocha chocolate chip, and one peppermint swirl," He put his hand up to his mouth as in thought, and then grinned, "With gummy bears on top." Paige pretended to be repulsed, even though it was her favorite ice-cream flavor and topping.

The clerk shrugged and put gummy bears on the peppermint swirl. Paige knew he had seen worse, because Prue was one of the only people she knew who liked Pistachio nut with caramel.

Paige was about to get her wallet out, but Miles beat her to it, suavely handing the money to the clerk. He took her arm, and dragged her over to the seats. "Here you are, miss." He stayed standing, setting Paige's peppermint swirl in front of her. "Now you can choose to eat with me, or alone."

She started to stay alone, but stopped herself. The guy did buy her ice cream. She could probably repay him by sitting with him. "Fine. Sit with me."

"Thanks Paige." He plopped down across from her on the booth. "And how did I know your favorite ice cream flavor? I'm psychic huh?"

"No, you've just bought me ice cream before." Paige licked the edges of her ice, getting it all over her mouth. She had never been a neat ice cream eater, and never planned to be.

"Exactly, which is what I mean by friends."

"You sure about this Prue?" Piper said, coming out in the dress. The purple material fell just right around her small curves, and her hair was up in chopsticks.

"Of course, you look gorgeous." Prue motioned for Piper to come near, and Prue applied a light reddish neutral tone to Piper's lips, which made them look a bit more vibrant, and still natural. "Seriously." Prue said, looking at her finished work of beauty.

Prue herself was wearing the dress, her black hair down, with a rouge lipstick that wasn't dark enough to be alarming, but fit her lips. Her black heels finished off the look. They both looked the best they could, for a place with no shower. "We need to get out or we'll rot."

Piper smoothed her dress, and looked in the scratched bathroom mirror. She felt a nervous jump of her heart. Every time she went to a club, she felt like her body was on showcase, making her self conscious, and disgusted at the measures some guys would take to be with her. All she really ended up doing was drinking until she was so drunk she couldn't think anymore. Her silky hair looked good up, and her brown eyes had just enough eyeliner around them, but she still didn't feel assured.

"Come on, Pipe, let's go." Prue had always been overly confident in whatever she did. When there was a challenge, she took it and seized it, while Piper wasn't so sure. Prue took her sister's arm, and lead her out of the motel, and into the car.

Prue turned on the car radio full blast, and looked energized and happy. Piper smiled at her, but still nervous to go to the club.

"Ooo remember that place we went to a few years back?" Prue asked; making sure her black hair didn't get pushed out of place by the wind.

"What place?"

"Oh god, I'm trying to think of the name. The bar tenders were so cute!" Prue scratched her head, and Piper looked like she was trying to remember.

"Aren't the bar tenders always cute? Be more descriptive, honey." Piper gave Prue her trademark sarcasm smile, and leaned back in the black seats of the car.

"Right. Well, these bar tenders were especially cute, and the club also had pizza."

"Fancy shmancy." Piper rolled her eyes.

"Uhhh, what was it called? Willy's? West club? I don't know…"

"Are you talking about Warren's?" Piper asked.

Prue raised her eyebrows, "Yes that's it."

"I think it was in the inner East Bay."

"Yeah, it was… Oh, I remember now." Prue turned the car around and sped up.

"How is it, Prue, that you always remember directions perfectly?"

Prue shrugged, and turned up the music even louder. She smiled and shook to the beat of the music, and anyone else would think that she was content. But for Piper, it was too obvious that Prue wasn't having a good time.

Paige swore as she got home. She hadn't laughed in such a long time. She had never remembered feeling that good.

"Paige?" Someone was talking to her. The voice that once made her feel so at home, stirred up latent anger hiding deep within her. She looked at her mother, who was standing there, her too big nightdress replaced with jeans and a t-shirt.

"Mom. W-what's going on?" Paige stopped in her tracks; this wasn't supposed to happen, it never should've happened.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm… I'm, so sorry?"

"Sorry for what?" Paige snapped, "Abandoning us, and then suddenly coming back, when your super daughters come back? The daughters you love so much more, because they're oh SO responsible, and they don't break down properly like normal people. They're not trouble makers like me and Phoebe." She started to walk away from her mother, but she stopped. "Heh, I want to know what you have to say to me after all this."

"No, I need to be myself again. And it wasn't because Prue and Piper came back; it was what they said that convinced me. I'm so sorry for not being there in this time, but what with your father…"

"Do you even think I care about dad anymore? Hell, I should care about him more, because he didn't loose all faith in us. At least he comes back. But you- you were in the same house as us, and it was like you weren't even there. You're just as bad as him, and you know it. Maybe worse. Let's speak the truth; you're a bad mother." Paige could see that she had wounded Patty. She had a stung expression on her face, and suddenly looked a lot smaller. Paige was taller than her in the first place, but now it was like her authority over her daughters had been shot down. But, she continued speaking, "You can't just come back now. Just like Piper and Prue can't come back. They left us to rot, and so did you. You have no right to think you're better than them, because at least they didn't know what was going on." She paused, "I'm used to this life, I like it now."

Patty had tears in her eyes as she tried again. She looked at the angry eyes that mirrored her own. "You can't say you like this life, Paige. I can help you make it better; we can be a family again. Sweetie, I love you, and I know all those things you just told me are true. B-but, I need to ask you for another chance. I love you girls so much. You're my life, with Victor and you all gone, I have nothing."

Paige still had venom to say, but tried to restrain herself. "Get a job and support us, like a normal parent should. My after school job can't pay the bills, and neither can dad and Grams's monthly checks. That's the only reason I will ever need you." She stalked off to her room, without looking back.

Patty knew what she had to do know, and it started by winning back Prue and Piper.

"Hey cutie, you wanna dance?" A short guy with dyed red hair winked at Piper, and grabbed her butt. "You know, you really are some piece of ass."
Piper looked around in terror for Prue, but she wasn't in sight. "Please, get away."

"I can't let a pretty gal like you slip out of my reach," He smiled seductively, or what he thought was seductive anyway.

Piper closed her eyes, "Stop it, you jerk," She said, very quietly.

"A jerk huh?" He was still smiling, grabbing her butt, while she tried to slip away.

Now a tall sandy haired guy was in the picture, "Stop it buddy, leave her alone."

The red haired man looked angry, "No! You leave us alone! She and I are an item."

"She really doesn't look like she wants to be with you," He chuckled.

Piper thought it was time to step in, "No, actually we're not. I'd much rather choke on a flea then dance with him." It was a little bit of an absurd statement, but she was proud of herself. She really had never done that before, but somehow she had gotten the courage to do it.

He smiled at her, and looked down at the red haired man, "Well, you heard her buddy, it's been decided, and you're kicked off the island."

The red haired man walked away muttering, "She wasn't really that hot anyways."

Now Piper's new protective knight smiled charmingly. "Now then, would you like to dance?"

"That depends," Piper said, uneasily.

"I promise you, I'm not like that guy. But to prove it, we will introduce ourselves to each other. Ladies first." She looked at his face, to make sure he wasn't bluffing. But his turquoise eyes sparkled, and his hair was perfect, and she already was falling for him.

"Piper Halliwell, and you are?"

"Leo Wyatt. Piper's a very interesting name," He said.

Piper rolled her eyes, "I know, I know."

"No, I think it's beautiful."

"Well," She said laughing, "You're the first one who's ever said that. Even my mother regrets naming me it."

"Aw," He said, "Well it isn't like Leonardo's any better."

"I'd have to agree with you there," Piper snorted, suddenly feeling annoyed at how unladylike she was being.

"Hey, you're supposed to say it's very handsome."

A slow song suddenly started playing, and Piper was grateful for the music. Dancing to hard rock would've been harder.

Leo offered his hand to Piper gallantly, "May I have this dance?" Piper nodded, not able to swipe the smile from her face.

Piper had been dancing with Leo for a while, and she still hadn't seen Prue. "One second," She told Leo, who nodded. She searched the bathrooms, and one of the back rooms.

She came upon a couple making out very passionately against the wall. She was about to be disgusting, and scream, 'get a room', but then she saw whom it was. "Prue! What the hell are you doing?"

Prue looked away guiltily from her god smacked man. "Ummm, I was having fun?" She panted.

"Fun?" Piper rolled her eyes, "But what about Andy?"

"Pipe, lighten up, I came here to have fun, no strings attached. I'm twenty-three now, a big girl. Sorry, but I can't be bossed around by my little sis." Prue smiled to show that she was joking, but the guy was still holding her butt. Prue looked at him, "Excuse me, can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation?" She shooed him away, "Sorry, but the moment's over, I'll find you later."

He nodded, and left the room. Prue rolled her eyes, watching him leave; "He was probably hoping to score with me tonight."

"Isn't that what all guys hope for?" Piper asked, watching Prue smooth out her hair, and apply new lipstick.

"Most likely. Even really sweet guys like Andy are sex-hungry."

"That makes me feel so much better." Piper sighed.

"Why?"

"I met a really sweet guy…" Piper started.

"And you don't want sex with him just yet," Prue finished, "I know, I know, don't worry. So what's his name?"

"Leo. Prue, you know I'm not the type to have a one night stand."

"Stop assuming, and just see what his intentions are." Prue said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. "Come on," She said, dragging Piper. "Let's go dance some more."

Man, I'm kinda mad that I didn't leave it as a cliffie :'(