Prue

In class we are studying early Greek art, which is beautiful, the many urns and pottery that has been preserved for years. I wish people could be preserved too, so that you could tell what people were like back then. It's creepy, but at least art tells a huge story, and is not as gross as some dead corpse. I don't want to concentrate on professor Winn droning on about the exact history of one Greek urn. It's too hard not to think about Andy. I missed him so much. He was the savior of my teenage years, and the help I never got after he left, but I can find it again. I just hope he still feels the same way about me as I feel about him. My friend, Annika can obviously tell I'm drifting away in my mind, because she snaps her finger quietly in my face. Annika is very studious and is likely to have the highest GPA this year. She takes her work seriously and studies even if she doesn't need to, but I have always been good with work. One of those people that never need to study, but do well on their tests anyways. Thank god.

"Prue," She hisses at me, and then buries her head into her notes. I look across the room and see her best friend, Melissa gazing off into space, winging it just like me. Their friendship doesn't make sense to me because Melissa is a party girl, but also a cynic. They don't really match, except for the fact that they are both smart.

"Between the beginning of the sixth and the end of the fourth centuries B.C., black- and red-figure techniques were used in Athens to decorate fine pottery while simpler, undecorated wares fulfilled everyday household purposes." Professor Winn says, pointing to a Greek vase on the overhead.

I can feel my head fill up with thoughts about Andy again, which I try to ignore.

Class gets out and Annika gives me a lecture about not paying attention in college. "It's not like highschool!" She shrieks, "Do you wanna get a good job?"

"Well, yeah. Speaking of jobs, I've gotta get one, even though we're still living off Grams's money, that'll probably run out."

"Don't they have some kind of policy for giving like almost underage guardians money?" Annika asks.

"Not really, plus I'm not officially a guardian."

"Bitches." Melissa mutters, catching up with us.

"Lissa!" Annika whines.

"Annik, god, stop being such a goody-goody!"

"I'm not!" Annika protests, to no avail.

"Whatever," Melissa turns to me, "So what are you doing now?"

"I was thinking of visiting an old friend."

"Yeah." Melissa says. "Well me and Annika better get going, we're going to a movie. Too bad you can't come."

"Yeah, bye."

"Bye."

They slump off chatting about today's gossip, and laughing at each other's jokes. I've never really had a real friend like that since Andy. I suppose it's because I don't have much after class time with Piper and Phoebe, but sometimes I wish I had a best friend to gossip with. I guess the people who closest play that role in my life are Piper and Phoebe. But they have their own lives, and aren't exactly eager to talk to me.

I wonder how I'm going to find Andy. Maybe I could dial his old number… I really should before I change my mind. There's a pay phone right near the edge of the campus. A girl is gabbing on the one phone endlessly. I tap my feet impatiently, because if I don't do this fast, I will definitely chicken out.

"Oh my god, Charlie! Come on, you have to go to Irene's party tonight! If you don't, then oh god, I'll be so embarrassed." The girl practically yells this into the phone. "Charlie! Charlie!" She looks disappointed, "Fine. Yeah, yeah I love you too." She is about to put another quarter in to call another friend but I clear my throat.

"If you don't mind, could I please use the phone?" I never really have been that patient. She whips her red hair out of her face, giving me an evil glare.

"Fine," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Thanks." I pick up the phone and put my quarter in, dialing the numbers I've known and called for years. It doesn't feel like it used to, it feels different, and I feel a shiver. I'm not in highschool anymore and neither is he. Oh god. The ring tone rings for what seems like hours until someone picks it up. "Hello?" The voice is male, and smooth, it hasn't changed at all.

I grip the plastic phone hard and lean into the little booth, "Hi, is this Andy Trudeau?"

"Yes, and who is this?" God, he doesn't know it's me. He doesn't remember me. It's a good thing he can't see me, because I have to stay confident, or at least sound confident.

"This is Prue… Prue Hal-

"Halliwell? Prue! Hi!" He seems genuinely excited to hear my voice. "I would've recognized your voice right away, it's just that my phone is really crappy, I need to get a new one."

"Good, I thought you had forgotten me."

"Are you the real Prue Halliwell, cause I would never forget that girl. Man, she's feisty." I can almost see him smiling into the phone, laugh lines crinkling warmly around his eyes.

"Yeah, it's me… It's just a lot of time has gone by, you know?"

"Definitely."

I can see a guy behind me, tapping his foot, just like I did. "One second," I mouth.

"Look, Andy, I really gotta go. Sorry it was so short, but I'm on a pay phone. Listen, do you want to meet somewhere for lunch?"

"Now?" My heart sinks; doesn't he want to see me?

"Yeah, I thought that…"

"Oh, okay I can do now… I-I just, is it okay if I bring someone?"

Bring who? Bring who? "Uh sure."

"Where?"

The guy behind me is pointing to his watch. "Buddy's, at two?"

"Ah, our old hangout! See you there!"

"Bye."

"Can't wait to see you."

I hang up the phone; maybe things haven't changed so much after all.

Phoebe

"People! Listen up! Today is Hispanic Dance Day, which means we're going to be learning some salsa!" Dana, the teacher for international dance, has her hair up in a peppy do with a long red skirt protruding out from under her 'Bay Dance has the beat' shirt. "Now, I want you all to choose a partner." The girls all rush to the only three boys in the class. Even though one of the guys is trying to signal me over, I choose Marina. I'll let the other girls have a chance with the guys, anyways, the one who is trying so hard to get me to dance with him would only trip on my feet. I have no clue why he's in advanced dance classes.

We have been learning salsa for a few weeks now, and I love it. Next to ballet, it is the easiest dance to get lost in, and the most esteem boosting. I think I'll get Piper into some salsa. She teaches us a few more steps and then turns on the music, Corazon Espinado by Carlos Santana.

Esa mujer me esta matando

Me a espinado el corazon

Por mas que trato de olvidarla

My feet instantly fall into step with the beat of the music, and I feel my hips shaking. I twirl around and my heart feels free. I love dancing so much.

Mi alma no da razon

Mi corazon aplastado

Herido y abandonado

Aber aber tu sabes dime mi amor por favor

Que dolor nos quedo

"And step, rock on your back foot, twirl." The routine is simple, yet the dancing bring a kind of happiness to the room that I wish could be let loose upon the world. My sisters certainly need this joy. I smile at Marina who seems to be having equally as much fun. If her parents saw her doing this kind of dancing, she would be in so much trouble. They're not really open to any new cultures. I hope they don't find out too, because Marina is a really good salsa dancer, and I mean really good. She doesn't once fall out of step.

Ah ah ah corazon espinado

Ah ah ah como me duele el amor

como duele como duele el corazon

Cuando nostiene entregados

Pero no olvides mujer que algun dia diras

Hay ya yay como me duele el amor

I feel better than I have in such a long time. I can barely remember when I just felt relaxed, and laid back. I'm supposed to be the youngest, carefree, and all that shit. Unfortunately, the role of being a screw up hasn't left… Okay, I'm not supposed to be worrying. "Step, good, Marina, put a little more sway and shake into your dance, Phoebe." I nod my head obediently.

Como me duele el olvido

Como duele el corazon

Como me duele estar vivo

Sin tenerte aun lado amor

I make a mental note to teach Prue and Piper these steps when we get back home. Maybe I can even dance with Ryder like in Dirty Dancing. I shake my shoulders and do some more complicated steps until the dance class is over. My body cries when it's over, because I can't relax anymore, it's back to torture.

Piper
When I get home from school, I go on a major binge. I can't ever remember being that hungry. I eat everything in site, from chips, to candy, to oranges. I drink eight cans of fizzy soda until I can barely move. I'm so nauseous that I'm afraid I'll puke right on the table. Stuffing the last bit of chips into my mouth and drink a little bit more of soda, so the food comes up easier, I run to the toilet and wait a little bit, so the food and drink can have time to mix, so its a smooth release from my mouth My fingers know automatically what to do, because they have been trained to do so. My hands look yellow in the light, and stained. But my wrists are so skinny, and despite myself, I smile with
glee. My hands clench hard, and my stomach clenches as the food is expelled. I still
haven't gotten exactly used to this whole thing, but I figure I will soon. It's worth it. I wipe my hand on the back of my mouth, and wash them, scrubbing furiously. "Shit!" I say aloud, I have to pick Phoebe up from dance. I scrub my face too, and I rinse out my mouth with warm water The car is unbelievably cold for a nice day in California. Thousands of tiny goose bumps are forming on my skin. I shiver and rub my arms as I start the car and drive off to Phoebe's dance school.

"Pipe? Why are you so late?" She asks, while putting her dance stuff into the pink duffel she's had since she was ten.

"Sorry, I just got caught up at home. You know, the whole new driving thing."

"Yeah, whatever."

"So anyways, don't you have a date with Ryder tonight? Do you need me to drive you anywhere?" It's probably the least I can do for being such a screwed up sister.

"Uh, Ryder moved it to tomorrow night. Saturdays are better for dates anyways." She wipes a piece of hair out of her face to reveal the sadness in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Phoebe. Do you wanna do something together tonight?"

"I guess."

"Maybe we can watch a movie. It can be a girls night in."

"What about Prue?" Phoebe asks, letting down her hair and climbing into the front of the car.

"I think she mentioned something about being busy tonight."

"Will there be popcorn?" Phoebe asks me.

"Yeah," but I won't be eating it, I add silently in my head,

"I'm there," Phoebe smiles at me.

Prue

I arrive at Buddy's exactly on time, but no Andy is to be seen. This place has wonderful memories, mom used to work here. It was also the first place where Andy and I made out. I sit at a table, and wait for a few minutes, watching the door. The bell at the door rings, and I instantly see him. He doesn't look much different, except for the fact that he has more facial hair. He looks tired, but happy, and looks around the room for me. I notice that he's carrying a little girl in his arms. I slowly motion him over.

His face lights up when he sees me, and he says something to the little girl. I wave him over, shyly and take his face in. God, how could anyone forget those loving green eyes?

"Prue!" He hugs me with the little girl still in his arms.

"Andy, hi!" I give him my biggest smile ever, and take off my sweatshirt, revealing a low blue v-neck finished by jeans.

"God, Prue I missed you so much." He envelops me in another bear hug.

"Me too Andy, more than you'll ever know." I give him a smile and look down at the little girl who is eyeing me shyly. She looks a lot like Andy, dark haired with bluish green eyes. Her tiny fingers fumble with a piece of dark hair as she looks up at me quizzically. "So um, who is this?" I say to Andy and give the girl a little wave. I have about a thousand suspicions about this girl. I just don't want to think about them.