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"Everywhere I go,

Somebody I know,

Wants to come and boogie with me,

It's Saturday night and we're gonna have a party."

—Aaron Carter, "Saturday Night"

The next day, Tuesday, Piper merrily out of her car and into San Francisco General's main building. She'd decided to volunteer at the hospital for the summer. All the really famous actors said that you should get as much experience in your roll as possible. What better way to prepare for a roll as a volunteer than to volunteer? She walked up to the front desk, jingling her keys. A large woman in aqua scrubs and close dropped brown hair glared at her.

"Hi." Piper said happily. "Who do I talk to about volunteering for the summer?"

"Me." The woman said. She dug around underneath the counter and came up with a form. "Fill in your information, have your parents sign it, and bring it back to me, Lucy, at this time tomorrow." She deadpanned. "I'll run it through and we could have you in here as early as Thursday."

Piper smiled. "Thank you." As she walked out to her car, she gazed down at the form. Wow. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. She started down the sidewalk and walked promptly into a man.

"Ah, shit!" he exclaimed, jumping away from her as she caused him to spill almost an entire cup of coffee down the front of his clothes and his pristine white coat.

Piper gasped. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. She pulled a handful of receipts from her pocket and started dabbing at his coat, but he jumped away from her as if he'd been burned.

"Don't touch me." He murmured, slicking a hand down the coat and wicking away as much coffee as possible. "Just…don't." he sighed into his partially empty cup and his aqua eyes teetered on the line between anger and sadness. He must've really needed that coffee. He dropped the Styrofoam cup into the nearby trashcan.

"I'll buy you more." Piper said, near tears. "I'm so sorry, I—"

He waved a hand to stop her, then ran it through his dark blond hair. "Never mind." And he brushed past her on into the hospital.

Piper sighed and willed her shaking chest to stop. She'd always been a people-pleaser and it bother her that somebody thought she was some sort of unpleasant menace. Determined to gain at—at the very least—his forgiveness she went into the hospital as well. But he was gone.

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"I'm telling you Paige, this is going to be the best summer party anyone's ever had!" Phoebe told her sister that night. "I'm serious, a royal blowout!"

Paige rolled her eyes at her older sister's jubilance. "How are we gonna get there, stupid?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes in the exact same way Paige had. "Prue's going. Tammy's older brother, Michael is in Prue's graduating class, so Prue's invited. So by association to Tammy and Prue, we're invited too."

Paige still looked doubtful as she watched Phoebe prance around in a too tight miniskirt and her bra. "I don't know, Pheebes. That's like, college kids. I'm not even in high school."

"So what?"

Paige sighed. "Is Piper going?"

Phoebe shrugged and held up a flouncing shirt against her chest. "Who cares? Piper's a homebody anyway, you know that."

Paige hugged her knees to her chest. "Phoebe, we could get in a lot of trouble—"

Phoebe whirled on her. "You know, for someone so dedicated to being like one of the 'big kids', you sure don't act like it." With that, she promptly walked out of the room and into the bathroom.

Paige could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Who was Phoebe to say those things about her? What did Phoebe know about anything anyway? She was only two years older. Phoebe thought she knew everything just because she went to second base with a sophomore. Phoebe was stupid. Everybody was stupid. She stood up and stormed into her room, promptly slamming it closed.

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Prue tapped on Piper's door. "Come in." Piper called and Prue swung the door open. One lamp sent orange light around the room from the corner. Piper was lying on her bed, her feet at the head and vice versa. Her Ipod was at her side and she bobbed her head with one earbud, ready to listen to Prue with the unoccupied ear.

"Can I borrow that red halter?" Prue asked, already going to Piper's closet.

"Sure." Piper replied, doodling in a notebook.

"You won't believe who I saw today." Prue continued.

"Who?"

"Andy. Trudeau." She added as an afterthought.

Piper's eyebrows shot up. "As in no-more-virginity Andy?"

Prue nodded as she emerged from the closet, halter in tow. "One in the same."

"You're kidding. I thought he moved away."

"He did. He's back."

Piper nodded. "Is he going to that party?"

Prue pursed her lips. "I don't know. I don't care."

Piper's lips twitched in an amused smile. "I see."

"Pips, it's not like that."

"Right."

"It's not."

"Sure."

"It's not!" Prue shrieked.

"Okay." Piper consented. "It's not."

Satisfied, Prue walked out of her sister's room.

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"No, Phoebe. You're not going." Prue insisted as she clomped down the stairs, her leather jacket chic with her black miniskirt and Piper's red halter.

When Prue had ended her descent and made her way to the door, Phoebe jumped in front of her, blocking her path. Phoebe flung her hands up. "Please?" she pleaded. "Just this once?"

Prue glared at her sister. "No!" She'd just screw everything up.

"Prue, please!" Phoebe begged. "Let me go!"

Prue frowned just a Grams passed through. "Prue, it won't hurt to take her with you. Take her with you."

Phoebe smiled triumphantly. Prue sent her a death-stare. "I'm gonna kill you." She deadpanned. Phoebe stopped smiling.

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"Piper!" Grams called. "Dinner's ready!"

Piper went down the stairs. "I'm not hungry." She said, pulling out her form. "But I do want to talk to you."

"Grams!" Paige exclaimed as she bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. "I was here too!"

"Yes, Paige." Grams consented, grabbing the form from Piper. After looking at it, she glanced at Piper in surprise. "You want to volunteer at the hospital?" Piper nodded hopefully. "But you hate the sight of blood." Piper flinched in surprise and her eyes got a little wider. She hadn't thought about that. She was so busy thinking about the experience she would get, she hadn't thought about her own neurosis.

"I still want to do it Grams." Piper said. "Please? This is really important."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Grams asked, seizing a pen and poising it above the paper.

No. "Yes, I am. Please!" Piper begged. Grams signed.

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Just as Prue was thinking of all the ways to do away with her sister—ditching the car over a cliff with Phoebe in it seemed very interesting—when she pulled up in front of the party house. It was a large mansion with lights streamed around the building. Phoebe immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and tried to hop out of the car. But Prue grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt at the last moment.

"No drinking. No kissing or touching. No smoking." Prue recited. "Adhere to the rules or I'll find you and take you home."

Phoebe frowned and yanked her skirt out of Prue's grasp and continued up to the party. Prue rolled her eyes and followed after her. As soon as they stepped inside they were bombarded with gyrating bodies, thumping music, yelling and shouting and general chatter. A true high school party. Phoebe smiled and danced into the crowd while Prue scanned it for Andy. He was nowhere to be seen.

Phoebe made her way into the kitchen where a bunch of guys stood around a blender, hooting stupid guy things. One boy in particular manned the blender, adding things until the mixture turned pink. She sashayed over to them and before she could open her mouth and say anything, one particularly tall boy hauled her into their circle. "Hey everybody!" she shouted happily. "It's Freebie!" Everybody did dumb dog barks and wolf whistles.

Phoebe tried to push her way out, but there were too many male bodies. She was trapped.

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Elsewhere in the big house, Prue had spotted Andy hanging on the patio. Why was she here? Did she really want to see him? What was she trying to prove? That she was over him? That she wasn't?

Prue stalked over to him, because she knew she looked good and wanted him to know it too. "Hey, Andy." She conversationally.

He was lounging against the black cast iron railing but smiled at her over his red plastic cup. "Hey Prue!" He grabbed her and hugged her, throwing her for a loop. "What brings you here?"

Prue shrugged. "I had nothing else to do."

He smiled. "We didn't really get a chance to talk at the library. How are things going?"

"Same ole." Prue admitted. "You know, UCLA in the fall—"

Before she got the chance to go on, a cry erupted from inside the house. "Let fucking go of me!" a girls voice rang out. A girl that sounded suspiciously like Phoebe.

Prue swore under her breath and ran into the house, pushing people out her way as she went. Andy followed after her. They arrived to the kitchen where Phoebe was being hassled by a group of boys. Prue's eyes lit up dangerously. "Get the fuck away from her!" she shouted.

The group broke up as Prue and Andy muscled their way into the throng. One boy in particular who had something pink down the front of his shirt had his arms around Phoebe who kept trying to punch and kick him in the genitals to no avail. Andy promptly landed a blow to his face that made him stagger away, releasing Phoebe into Prue's arms who hugged her tight.

"Come on!" Andy growled, ushering the blubbering sisters into Prue's stationwagon Phoebe clambered in the back and Prue jumped into the driver's seat with Andy riding shotgun.

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Later, when Phoebe was safely inside the house, Paige distracting Grams so the crying Phoebe could get upstairs and be consoled by Piper, Prue and Andy stood out on the sidewalk outside their house.

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did tonight." Prue said toying with her keys. "It was really nice of you."

"It was nothing." Andy said, waving his hand.

"No really—"

"It's nothing." Andy insisted. "Phoebe's like a little sister to me. I had to protect her. It was nothing."

Prue smiled. "Well, I just wanted to say thank you anyway." She trotted up the steps to the door. "Goodnight, Andy."

"Night Prue."

AN: So, what'd you think? Next chappy: Piper at the hospital, Phoebe gets a visitor and Prue and Andy…