"Phoebe." I open the door and step inside her room. It looks in its usual state, messy. Our house is an antique Victorian, so it's always odd when I step inside Phoebe's room and see an antique room that is trying to be modern.
She has posters of various pants plastered on the wooden doors, stickers on the walls, and a queen-sized bed plopped in the middle of the room. She is curled up in her covers, pretending to read something.

"Phoebe." I say again, sitting on her bed, and she kicks me.

"Get out." She says in a low voice, "If you want to live get the hell out."

"Phoebe," I take a deep breath, "I was wrong, I'm willing to listen to your point of view."

"Prue, that's just it, you've already done the damage, you can't make up after that." Phoebe says, glaring at me. "I can't believe even after all I promised you, you still don't trust me. You know what? Maybe I should have sex; maybe I should, because you think I defied you. You know I was keeping myself from doing that kind of stuff, but now that our little truce hasn't mattered to you, I should."

I remember when she was twelve, she promised me that she would never have sex until she was eighteen, or else she would have to go up to Grams and tell her, I told her I would force her. Of course, she agreed, but was a little skeptical because I didn't have an end of the deal where I would get punished. I hadn't even factored that in, I thought she forgot about that.

"Though I don't think it would matter, because Grams is almost dead."

"Phoebe, don't say things like that."

"Why not? You're already mad at me." Phoebe said, pretending to read the book she is holding.

"You've got the book upside-down," I smirk, "Phoebe, I believe you. I don't think you're like that."

"Oh really? Because you seemed to think I was some kind of… I don't know… downstairs…"

I hate having to admit I was wrong, if I have to do it one more time after this, I swear… "Phoebe, I was wrong, I can be impulsive, you know that about me, I was worried. I've got a lot on my plate right now, I didn't want this to be one of those things."

"Geez, Prue, then just freaking say that in the first place. But really, if you make one more false accusation at me, there won't be a chance to apologize." Phoebe says, and puts down her book. I embrace her, and strangely she hugs back. "Things have been hard for me too, Prue, since Grams was in the hospital. Don't think it's just you."

"I don't, Pheebs. I know we all are on our last nerve right now. Anyways," I take out the pack of condoms I was planning to give, "I decided that instead of yelling at you when you… you know, I would give you these, because to tell you the truth," I lean down in a whisper, "I didn't exactly follow that pact."

"Wow, Prue," Phoebe is actually sort of tearing up, "That means a lot to me."

"Wow, who knew the only thing keeping you from your emotions was a pack of condoms?" I playfully punch my little sister who punches me back.

"Right." Phoebe says.

"Phoebe, it's good to talk to you without actually fighting. You have a very likeable personality."

Phoebe laughs, "Why thank you miss Prue."

"So tell me about whats his name?" I say, intrigued about this so-called boy.

"You mean Ryder?"

"Yeah."

"Well…"

Phoebe

The house is totally dark and my clock says three a.m., but I don't care. I've been having horrible dreams about mom again. It's always the same, a faceless woman is holding a little baby girl, and then she drops her on the ground and leaves. The baby screams out, but nobody comes. Finally there are footsteps and the police come, cooing the crying baby, talking about how it's mother drowned. Then the images always go into a slightly realistic scene, except it's in black and white. I can see mom, her face as clear as I can remember, standing on a dock in Camp Skylark, my old summer camp. A monster comes up from the lake and engulfs her with water. She chokes until she dies, water eating up her insides. At this point I always see Prue when she's about six or seven, running down the dock and a strange man stopping her. I hate this dream. It always feels like a Déjà Vu, which is silly because, even though I'd love it to exist, magic doesn't.

I try to close my eyes again, praying that the images won't chase me, but there's no such luck, I can hear little Prue's screams ring out in my ears. My door slowly opens and Prue's face appears. She must really not have a life, or care about me so much that she comes into my room every night at three to check on me.

"Prue?"

She jumps, "Phoebe you scared the crap outta me! What are doing up?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I say, quietly, as she comes in.

"Oh, I just couldn't sleep, I was just working on a paper that's due." She's lying of course: it's obvious.

"Oh."

"What are you doing up missy?" She asks, sitting on my bed, her face tired in the darkness.

I consider lying, but Prue would know, so I go right out with the truth, "Nightmares."

Prue gets under the covers, and I lay my head on hers, "About what?" She asks.

"Mom."

She looks surprised, and also sad, something you don't see every day. "Oh,"

"Yeah, it's creepy."

"Well I guess we could get some physiological meaning out of them. What were they?" Prue asks, almost fearfully.

I tell her the dreams slowly, and she reacts most to the second one.

"I remember running down that dock. And there were cops everywhere, telling to shield the little girl from her dead mother. I remember." Prue says, as if in a trance.

"I don't." I say, "I don't have any memories with her, even the bad ones." It's true; I can barely remember her face.

"Maybe sometime, we could like, look over photo albums Pheebs."

"Really?" I say; Prue never talks to me about mom for fear that she will break down and cry.

"Yep, let's go to sleep though now. I don't want to fall asleep in all my classes, and you've got ballet." Prue stifles a fake yawn.

"Ok."

"You mind if I sleep here?" Prue asks, knowing I am afraid of the dark sometimes.

"Not at all." My eyes feel droopy, and I can hear Prue whisper one last word before I nod off.

"I'm always here for you Phoebe, always."

I'm not sure if I said this while in a dream but I whisper back, "I know."

Piper

I brush my teeth and hair, skip breakfast and run outside to talk to Phoebe. Ryder is picking us up today, and strangely Prue let this happen. I don't know what happened between those two, but there has been a lot less fighting. I think Phoebe has forgiven me for my horrid behavior, because she has been talking to me, just not that much. It's a nice day out today, but I am wearing a baggy long sleeved shirt and sweatpants. I feel the urge to scold, because Phoebe's wearing an itty-bitty jean skirt that shows much of her long tan legs, and a strappy red tank top with her hair down. She's dyed some parts of it a streaky naturalish blond so it will look good in the sun, and Prue didn't even yell at her. But, I don't want to get on false pretenses with her, so I say, "Nice hairdo Pheebs."

"Thanks, Pipe." Ryder's car comes around the corner and her eyes light up in delight. He beeps at us, "Hey cutie, hop in, I like your outfit today!" He turns to me, "Hi Piper, what's up with the baggy clothing?" He puts an emphasis on baggy to remind me that he knows.

"I'm immune to the warmth." I say getting into the backseat. Dang! That sounded good in my head!

He kisses Phoebe hungrily, and I look away, out the window. The world passes by quickly, and Ryder is going so fast that the green of the trees is a blur. Now Phoebe and Ryder have stopped kissing, and she is looking at him curiously. The incident where I found Phoebe alone in the bushes has been pushed back into my head until now, but for some reason her face has completely reverted back to the emotions of that day. Again, she looks scared as if something triggered the thought of that night.

"You okay Phoebe?" I ask, turning to her. She smiles at me, a cheerful façade.

"Totally, I'm just really bummed that it's not the weekend yet." She sighs too loudly.

"Chill, Pheebs, its one day away. We still on for Saturday night?" Ryder asks, and stops at the parking lot of the school.

"Yeah, definitely." Phoebe gets out of the car with one quick stride and Ryder opens the door for me.

"Piper," He nods.

"Thank you." I half expect Ryder to kiss my hand, but thankfully he doesn't.

"Phoebe, Piper, we have mixed lunch today, see you then." He takes his backpack, thrusts it over his shoulder, and starts to leave.

"Not without a kiss you don't." Phoebe smiles, and he kisses her on the lips, and as he leaves, he blows her a kiss.

"He's so sweet." Phoebe practically melts on me.

"Yeah, whatever."

"You're just in denial." She glares, even though she is not one to talk from all I've seen. "Anyways, I should get to class, see ya at lunch."

"Bye."

I longingly look at my sister, and wish I could've apologized.

Prue

"Hey Grams." I sit on her bed, trying not to look at her face. I only concentrate on my shoes.

"Prudence darling." Her voice is raspy, like rocks to my ears.

"I know I haven't visited in awhile, but things have been hectic."

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd abandoned your poor old grandmother. Even your sisters came." Grams offer me a weak smile. She can't even scold me properly anymore.

"They did? When?" This is news to me; I wonder why they didn't ask me to come.

"About a week ago. I think when Piper and her friend Justin picked Phoebe up from ballet." She coughs.

"Grams, don't talk so much." I warn.

"Prudence, you asked me a question and I will answer it." Her real voice comes back for a second and I am tempted to jump up in surprise.

"I'm sorry."

"Anyways, it's ironic, Andy has been visiting me more than you and your sisters put together."

My heart strikes a beat, and I'm sure Grams must be confused. "Andy Trudeau? Does he still live her?"

"He just moved back from Oregon." Grams says, cheerful that she knows something her granddaughter doesn't. "He heard about me from one of his police friends, or so he says."

"Why doesn't he come visit me?"

"To tell you the truth dear, I think he's afraid." Grams laughs, but it ends up as a wheeze.

"What? Afraid of me?"

"Dear, you can be very intimidating, of course, never to me."

"Yeah, but this is Andy. I've known him since I was practically born." I choke out.

"Well it seems that you haven't made any effort to keep in touch either." It's true.

"Does he ask about me?" My heart beats faster; oh I miss him so much!

"All the time. I think next time I will set up something for you two, make him come to the manor. He's such a sweet boy."

"Yeah, it'd be nice to see him." I eye a nurse who comes in, with a needle.

"I'm sorry, but I have to give your grandmother her medicine. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave." The nurse is prissy and neat. It's everything you would expect from a stereotypical nurse.

"Ok." I lean down and kiss Grams.

"Goodbye my darling. Come visit me soon."

I go back to manor, expecting Andy to be there in every corner. I wonder what I'll say to him when I see him. There is nothing I would like better then to be with him the way I was before. We used to have it. We were the couple that everyone admired and the ones most likely to marry. I don't know what happened after highschool, but I guess we just drifted. Andy wanted nothing more than to be an officer like his father, and I wanted to do photography, yet be with Andy at the same time. I thought, when I made the choice that I would least have something that I loved; but it turns out I didn't get either one. I don't even know what I was thinking. I don't want to end up as one of those workaholics who at the end of the day realize they only have their jobs.

I remember I have some test to take today at the university, so I grab my jacket and conscientiously run outside.

Phoebe

School has been a long day of staring my way through class. Mrs. Dalsoni approaches my desk right before school ends. "Phoebe I wanted to talk to you about your homework."

"What homework?" I ask, feeling a pang of annoyance, I really like Mrs. Dalsoni, and I don't want to have her on my case for something so little as not doing my homework.

"I haven't gotten any homework from you in the past week. It worries me because you are a smart girl, very good in my class."

"So?"

"Phoebe, you don't know a compliment when it bites you in the face. You are an amazing writer. Your writing is at an advanced level at your age. I wish you would just get things together, because you could really go somewhere. Have there been any problems at home?" She asks, while I concentrate on her face.

"No," I say. Her face is young but her eyes look old and for some reason pained. She has dark hair and dark eyes. I would guess for her to be about twenty-six or seven years old.

"Phoebe, I know about slacking off. Trust me, my life used to be about that, and it can lower the way people think about you and-

"Mrs. Dalsoni, to tell you the truth, I don't really care about what people think of me."

"Phoebe, listen to me. Once you start this, it's hard to stop. Kind of like smoking. I want you to go the farthest in life that you can, and be the great person that you are."

"Thanks Mrs. Dalsoni, really, but I don't really want a pep talk right now, I already have enough of those from my sisters." I wonder if Prue or Piper like called the school and told Mrs. Dalsoni to say these things. It's definitely something that they would do. Take a teacher that I respect and lower her status in my mind, just to get me to step up.

"Well its good that your sisters look out for you."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Just think about what I said, okay?"

"What are you a social worker?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"I minored in psychology, that answer your question?" She says, smirking at me.

"Definitely."

"Kay, Phoebe I'll see you around."

"See ya."

Piper

"Phoebe!" I spot her walking out of school with her usual crowd hanging around her.

"Hi Piper," Her friends give me the New York once-over and go back to chatting. One of her cute guy friends that I have never seen before smiles at me, "Hey how come I've never seen you around before?" He's blond with puppy dog brown eyes and big dimples.

"I don't know," I shrug. Phoebe's friends smile at me as if they've just noticed me, because they got the okay that it was all right to talk to me.

"Well why don't you tell me your name and how you know Phoebe." He winks at me, and runs down the stairs of the school to stand next to me. Am I dreaming?

"Willy…" Phoebe rolls her eyes at him.

"I'm Piper," I say, he's really cute!

"My sister." Phoebe cuts in.

"Uh oh, better not get on your bad side or I'll have Phoebe to answer for." He dimples, "I'm Willy."

"He's so cute." One of the other girls says, I think its Kelly.

"I know THAT," He says, uh oh, do I sense a big ego? "But so is she."

Ok I did not just hear that right.

"Forgive Will," Rina says laughing, "He flirts with everyone. Trust me, I know I'm his twin." My heart sinks again; I thought this time was special. It makes sense though; he's got good looks he can get away with anything. Rina is equally attractive as her brother, with her own blond hair and brown eyes.

"No I don't!" He protests, cutely.

Another beautifully red haired girl who has been away in a different world answers, "Will, don't deny it." She doesn't laugh or giggle, she seems entirely serious.

"Allison, I thought you of all people would stand on my side," He turns back to me, "I can see the resemblance between you and Phoebe. Of course you're prettier."

I blush at Willy, and smile, while Phoebe rolls her eyes.

"So what grade are you in?"

"I'm a junior."

"Oooh that's awesome, my friends Jonah and Eli are juniors, know them?" My heart sinks, the evil but influential jock boys.

"Uh, I guess."

"They're total jerks." Kelly puts in, "I don't know why you like them, Willy."

Another bigger quieter guy with brown hair puts in, "Kale is always a football hog, but the other guys aren't bad."

"Jackson! I didn't see you there!" Kelly says, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Hey Jackson!" Willy winks at me, "I made a new friend!"

He turns his muscled body to me, his voice rumbles when he talks, "Hi, what's your name."

Before I can answer, Willy jumps in front of me, "This is Phoebe's sister, Piper. She's a junior, closer to your age." He jumps back to me, his eyes sparkling, "My best friend Jackson, he's a sophomore."

"Wow, you're Phoebe's sister? The one she's always complaining about?" Jackson says, and earns a playful slap from Kelly.

Phoebe immediately looks embarrassed and answers in a low voice, "No, that's my other sister Prue."

We get to the parking lot and most of the group finds rides, surprised I can drive now. Rina, Jackson, and Kelly slip off into some senior football captain's car, and Willy, Allison and Phoebe take a ride with me.

Willy insists a seat in the front, which honors me. While I drive I can't help but notice his utter handsomeness and optimism. He makes me feel good, already.

"So where's your boyfriend?" Willy asks me.

"I uh, don't have one."

"That's too bad." Willy doesn't look at all disappointed. "Speaking of boyfriends, where's that Ryder dude?"

At Ryder's name I can hear some scowls coming from Allison.

"Oh, he had to go home early, but we have a date for tomorrow." Phoebe says, looking at the floor of Grams's old car.

Willy smiles mischievously, "I'm glad he's not here Pheebs."

At this comment Phoebe rolls her eyes, "Will!" She protests.

I knew it wasn't me.