Hi few readers that I have! It's Becca, the weird author of this story. I decided to put notes in front cause its really fun! Okay so yeah, thanks so much for the reviews, please review more if u read this  lol, trying not to be that annoying… at least I hope. Well here is some drama. Hope you like it, cause if u don't… well u don't. O and btw, I had to write this and email it to myself cause I was in NY so that's y the layout is screwy and im too lazy to fix it.

Cheers,

Bex

Piper

Prue looks at me for a few minutes, trying to figure out if anything is wrong with me.

"Whats up?" I ask, while she looks at me suspiciously.

"Piper sweetie, is there anything you need to tell me?" My heart stops beating for about a minute. She can't possibly know! How could she possibly know? It is said that mothers know everything that's going on with their daughters. Could the same possibly apply to Prue?

"No," I lie graciously, "Why?"

"I don't know; you've just been acting a little different lately." Prue says while getting out nail polish to paint her nails.

"Like how?" I ask, picking up some candied pink polish. Prue opts for the bright red.

"I don't know, you've just been quieter, and you never eat dinner with us anymore. I mean, sure you make it for us, but you always eat before us." Prue gives me a sad smile, "I just think we should be spending more time as a family. I love you guys, you're like my best friends, and since grams died, I feel like we're all in the manor but doing our own thing."

"Well we just spent a considerable amount of time together Prue, so I wouldn't be too worried."I say, attempting a laugh.

"What is there to hide from me?" She asks, looking straight into my eyes with her icy blues.

"Nothing Prue. Don't worry so much." I say seriously, and pray there isn't a crack in my voice.

"Here, why don't I make you some dinner?" Prue asks, putting her head on my shoulder.

"Better not, everyone knows you're not so good with the spatula," She whaps me on the head with a rolled up magazine.

Prue rolls her eyes at me, "You're just a delight!"

Prue

After Piper leaves the room to do who knows what, I try to make a list of reasons why I shouldn't be so suspicious of her. But lately it always seems like she's hiding things. After awhile I throw the list on the floor. Lately I've been on these highs and lows, and I don't know… The stress probably causes it. The lists I make are purely for organization. I guess they're the only things in my life right now that are organized. I'm really worried
about Piper though. She's been so aloof lately, and I want to take care of her properly. The phone rings, startling me, but I jump to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Prue? It's Andy." I can hear his voice sounding very hurried, not
to mention that he's breathing pretty loudly.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" My heart starts beating hard, and I wonder
what could possibly have happened. Has Grams died without me knowing?
"I have a really important case that I just got a lead on. I need to
go to the station." Andy says quickly.
"And?"
"And there is no body to take care of Ava. I'm really sorry for
asking you at a time like this... But I really need your help." I let
out a long breath, but then get nervous again. I don't think Ava really
likes me.
"Uhhh, yeah Andy, of course. I owe you favors anyway."
"Oh Prue! You don't have any idea how much I love you right now!"
"Uhhh, yeah." I feel myself saying awkwardly.
"Okay, I'll be right there to drop her off. Bye Prue!" He says excitedly.
I don't know if this is some ploy to get Ava and me
'bonded' or if Andy is really serious. He sounds thankful
though. "Bye." I say distantly.

Phoebe

"Where are we going now Ryder?" I ask.
"Uh, back to your house." He says quickly.
"What's wrong?" My voice says automatically, looking at his distressed face.
"Nothing! Goddamnit!" His voice lowers a few octaves and it
sounds like a growl. "Just family matters." He says, sounding as if he doesn't care.

"About your dad?"

"What is this, a freaking inquisition?"
Despite myself, some tears make their way down my cheeks. Why is
he like this? He's usually so sweet.
"God, you bitch! I didn't know you were that weak." He
says, sneering at my tears. "Here, let me make you stronger. You need
to learn that in this world."
There's a pause, and suddenly Ryder's hand is raised above me. I can feel myself holding my breath, and time seems to slow down as I close my eyes. His hand comes in contact with the side of my cheek and I can already feel the stinging. My heart stops and I bite my tongue to keep from crying. I can't utter a word, it seems as if my whole
body system has stopped for this moment.
"There." He says, seeming satisfied.
Oh god. I should've known it all along! He's... He's... No, he's good. It's his father's fault he's like this. I can help him... I can. He loves me and he wants to teach me. I can hear the little voice in my head telling me to get out while I can. But somehow, I need him. I've become too attached to leave. I don't dare to touch my cheek, which is burning and no doubt red by now. My eyes are down on the ground, counting the little dots of lint on the floor of his car. There's still a lump in my throat wanting to come up to my eyes and make me cry until I die.

Piper
Back in my room there is a stash of food that I need to get back to. I enter my room and close the door behind me. Since there is no lock, I push a stray chair against the door, slamming it quietly. I reach under my bed and take out various foods. There is so much food here, that eight people could have a feast. But I smile, knowing it's all for me. My stomach rumbles loudly, and I dig in to some chips and soft candy. I'm eating so fast I can barely taste anything, just shoving it all in my mouth. God, I'm such a pig... I nod these thoughts out of my head. I deserve this; I haven't eaten for like the whole day. I need this right now. And it won't matter about my weight anymore, because all the food will be down the drain in a. Digging ferociously under my bed for more food is a tough job when there are little bits and pieces of crumbs scattered about the floor. I have to clean this up soon, or else Prue will think I had a party or something. Or worse. She's already suspicious enough; she could realize what I'm really doing. I hear footsteps past my door, and I shove the remaining food under the bed and sit in front of it. The
doorbell rings, and the footsteps walk hesitantly past my door. I feel sick.

Prue
I open the door to Andy's smiling, but rushed looking face. Ava is at
his feet, clutching his legs.
"Baby, Uncle Andy's got to go to work. I'm sorry. But Aunt Prue
and her sisters will take good care of you, huh?" He turns to me and hands me a bag, "In this bag are her bottles. For dinner I have some pasta in there, you can give that to her soon. I brought a movie for her to watch, you have a VCR right?" I nod and listen to him talk, "And if she gets bored, I brought some books and a special little
p-r-e-s-e-n-t for her. Her bedtime is eight thirty, but if she can't
go to sleep, I'm sure you could read to her?"
"Yeah of course Andy." I take the bag from him.
"Oh thank you so much Prue! I owe you one!" He kisses the side of my face as a friendly gesture, and my heart skips two beats. He bends down and kisses Ava on top of her dark haired head, "You'll be good honey? Cause if you are I have a little surprise." Her eyes brighten up and he laughs, "I thought so!"
I give him a little glare for bribing her and then say, "Don't
worry! Everything will be fine!"
"Bye girls!" He says, running out the door.

Ava takes one look around and starts crying. I kneel down to her size
and look at her, giving her a goofy smile. "Hey sweetie, everything's okay! Uncle Andy will be back soon."
"Really?" She asks, looking up at me with big green eyes. Her
voice is clear but soft.
"Yeah, but for now, it's aunt Prue, and my sister."

"You're Pwue?" She asks with big eyes and giggles a little. "Pwue Pwue Poo." Geez, what have I gotten myself into?
"Yes, and Piper." I say giggling to think of what she'll come up
with for Piper.
"Pipew?" She says and starts to cry.
I hug her, and surprisingly she hugs back, her little hands holding on tightly. "Shhh, what's wrong Ava?"
"Mommy useded to sing a song 'bout a Pipew." Sorrow fills my
heart and I can feel myself relating to this little girl. When I was
younger, I would cry at any mention of mommy.
"Oh sweetie." I smile at her. "Let's play a game."
She sniffs a little, sitting down on the floor. Uh oh, she's becoming
shy again? "Patty cwake?" She asks dimpling at me, and holding her
small hands up to mine.
"Patty cake, patty cake, bakers maid..." I say and then stop...
Crap! I don't remember all the words.
"Blah blah blah blah blah!" Ava says finishing. "That's how uncey
Andy says it!"
"Oh yes, Uncle Andy is big on those words."
I hear a cough and look behind me. It's Piper, only she looks a bit sick.
"Who dat?" Ava asks me.
"Uuuh," I say, racking my heads for a random name. "Aunt Becca."
(Sorry couldn't resist).
Piper looks at me quizzically, but I mouth that I will explain
later. "This is Ava, Andy's niece."
She jumps up, her shyness suddenly obliterated, "Yep, I'm Avi
Ava!" She says giggling and jumping up and down.
"Nice to meet you." Piper says smiling. "I'm uh, B-Becca, as
Prue said before."
"Its auntie Poo!" Ava says laughing.
"Oh really? Auntie Poo?" Piper says, giggling with the little girl.
I decide to ask Piper about how she was feeling, "Pip- I mean,
Becca, are you feeling okay?"
She looks confused for a second and says, "Oh yeah, I was a
little nauseous but now I'm okay."
"Becky sicky?" Ava says looking up at Piper.
"A little, it's very icky." She says, getting more giggles from Ava.

Phoebe
The whole ride has been silent so far. I've only looked at Ryder once
this time. My cheek still hurt from his slap, but I am too afraid to
touch it. Not to mention that my neck and back hurt from sitting up so
straight.
"So Phoebe," He said, as if nothing ever happened. "I'm going to
drop you off at home. But I'll miss you."
"Yeah." I say, while he kisses me and I lean back a little uncomfortably.
"You're still ticked off by that? Baby, I was just trying to teach
you somethin'. I love you."
"Me too."
"That's good babe." He strokes my cheek, which hurts a bit. "Cause
you're a beautiful person."
And somehow I'm falling back in love with him.
"Don't you love me?" He asks, his deep green eyes staring into mine.
"Of course baby." I say smiling at him. "Of course."
"Good girl." He says and gets back at the wheel.
He finally stops the car and kisses me goodbye. "I'll see you soon."
Entering the manor I hear universal laughs. Uh oh, good time without me.
"Hey guys." I say taking off my jacket.
Prue is playing with a little girl, spinning her around in her arms.
Prue stops spinning the girl and looks at me.
"Hey Pheebs."
The little girl doesn't notice me come in, as she is too busy bouncing
her curls, "Look! Boiiiing! Boing!" She laughs graciously.
"Aunt Becca! Look!" I look confused at Piper who the girl seems
to be talking to. Piper shrugs and Prue mouths, I'll tell you later.
The toddler comes up to me and cocks her head to one side before
asking, "Who awe you?"
"I'm Phoebe." I say in a small voice.
"What happened to yo' face?" She asks, reaching up and gently
touching it, "You got a boo boo, Beebee."
"Yeah, I bonked my head into a post, cause I wasn't looking." I
say, smiling as she plops down on the floor.
"Bonkews!" The girl says.
"What's your name?" I ask a little loudly.
"I'm Ava but uncey Andy calls me Av Av." She giggles. "Do you
like pasta?" She asks, completely changing the subject.
"Yes, very much."
Ava sticks her tongue out and rubs her tummy, "I wuv it, and Auntie
Poo gave it to me for dins din!" She runs up to Prue and gives her a
big hug. "Auntie Poo and Auntie Bec awe so funny!" She looks curiously
at me, "Awe you funny?"
"I certainly hope so." I say, sitting next to Piper and Prue,
giggling at how cute Ava is.
"She's really opened up." Prue whispers to me.
"Is Andy's sister out of town."
Prue looks at me sadly, "no she passed away. Andy is Ava's guardian."
"Oh god." I say sadly, Ava won't remember anything about her mother, like me.
"What you talking 'bout?" She comes over to us and puts her hands
on her hips with a pseudo frown.
"Willis." I add laughingly.
"Who's Willis?" Ava scratches her head, "Is he comin' over too?"
"No silly." Prue says hugging her, like a mother. "It's just
an expression."
"Whats an expwession?" She asks, twirling her finger around her loose curls.
"Its when you say something but it..." Prue looks a little confused.
She comes up to me, obviously tired of Prue's tries, "How old awe you?"
"Fifteen." I answer.
She tries to count it on her fingers. "Fifteen isn't thewe. You must
be old." She says, looking up at me in wonder.
"Then what does that make us?" Prue mutters.
"How old are you?" I ask smiling sweetly at the girl. It's good
she's there, she's a good distraction from... what happened.
Ava counts three fingers and shows them to me. "Tee!" She says
in a baby voice.
Prue picks her up and puts her on her lap, "Ava honey, it's almost
your bedtime."
Ava puts on a little pout, "Oh no! I don't wanna go to bed!" Wow,
she looks a lot like Andy.
She jumps out of Prue's lap and to me, "Can I kiss yow booboo
to make it feel all bettew?" She asks, and I nod. "If you stand that
high I have to go on my tippys."
I crouch down and feel Ava's small lips gently brush my skin. She's
right. I do feel all better.