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"It turns out everything I say to you,

Comes out wrong,

It never comes out right."

—Santana and Chad Kroger "Why Don't You and I"

"Where are you off to?" Prue questioned the second-oldest sister as she rushed around the kitchen, one leg in her jeans, one hand stuffing a bagel in her mouth and her other trying to push a small earring into her ear.

Piper scowled. "To the hospital." She mumbled around a mouthful of bagel. "You know that."

Prue nodded. Yeah, she did. She was totally spacing. She was still a little messed up about the whole Andy-going-to-UCLA thing. Rephrase that: A lot messed up. Like, what was he thinking. He knew she didn't have romantic feelings for him anymore. What was he thinking? He had his choice of colleges all over the country. In San Francisco even. But no. He had to have her school—

"Well!" Piper shrieked.

Prue's head snapped up from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. "Well what?"

"Too much?" She gestured with her chin to the rest of her body. Oh. Her outfit. Prue gave her sister the once-over. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a casual red halter top, more suited for the day than the one Prue had worn to that party.

Prue shook her head. "Nah." Then she grinned. "Who is he?"

Piper's face flushed. "Nobody."

"Oooh! Prue cooed. "Is he a hunky doctor, dead-set on a love affair with a sixteen-year-old?"

Piper planted her hands on her hips. "Bite me." She did her best aloof impression and left the room, only to have Phoebe come in her place. She gave no hello to her sister. But grabbed a Pop-Tart—blueberry—and took a big bite. She had on a cute track suit, pink and gray, very girl-next-door.

"Gimmie a ride to the park." Phoebe demanded. "I'll walk home, but give me a ride."

Prue snorted and flipped the page. "Phoebe, you hate physically activity. Of any kind."

"That's a lie!" Phoebe insisted, taking a large gulp of orange juice. "I like yoga."

"Because it's trendy."

"Because it's healthy." Phoebe insisted. "Have you seen Paige?"

"Nope, I thought she was still sleep." Prue replied, flipping another page.

Phoebe frowned. "Piper said that she hadn't seen her since yesterday."

Prue laughed lightly. "What does that girl do with her time?"

Phoebe shrugged. "Who knows. Anyway, park? Now?"

Prue shrugged. "Sure." She stood up with Shakespeare's works. "It'd be nice to read outside for a while, anyway." Phoebe grinned.

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Paige sat at a picnic table at the local park, scrawling her surroundings into a composition book. It was pretty cool for early summer, so she wore a beige hoodie for a shirt with jeans and her long wavy red hair blew around her, occasionally getting caught in her lip-gloss. She looked towards the basketball courts, where a bunch of boys were working up a sweat with a game of pick-up basketball.

Something happened on court that made two boys start to fight. One of which was Andy. Suddenly feeling a surge of loyalty—he was a friend of hers, too—Paige jumped up and ran toward the court. Before she made it to the chain link fence that enclosed them, a girl in a pink and gray track suit jogged up and shoved them apart, causing a bunch of boys to hoot appreciatively.

"Freebie!" They shouted. "Come play a game."

"Yeah!" One in particular called. "One on one!"

"Leave her alone!" Andy and the guy he'd almost gotten in the fight with shouted in the same voice. They looked at each other in surprise. Prue sprinted up the big green hill, she wore jeans and a blue tank top, because her denim jacket was still in the car. Paige, figuring it was a Halliwell takeover ran over to meet her sisters.

"Where've you been?" Prue question her.

"Here!" Paige replied incredulously. "I told you that this morning!"

"You did?" Prue looked doubtful.

"Yes!" Paige shouted. "I did!"

"You don't have to get mad about it, I forgot okay?"

"Why doesn't anyone ever pay attention to me!" Paige demanded.

"We do!" Prue insisted.

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At the hospital, it was nearing lunchtime, and Piper was not looking forward to the cafeteria. It had been a week since that horrible incident that made her puke, but she'd seen a lot of blood that day and wasn't sure if she could stomach eating on the same premises where she had seen said blood.

While running charts over to the front desk, she slammed directly into Leo, who was going in to see a patient. Charts scattered around them. She looked up into his face as he grinned at her. "We have to stop meeting like this." He quipped. She smiled sheepishly. She wasn't sure when he went from being the dickhead coffee guy to the hottest thing she'd ever seen, but she knew he was. And it made her nervous every time she saw him.

"Yeah." She replied lamely. She stooped down to retrieve the charts. "Which one was yours?" she asked, gathering them in her arms.

"Dominguez." He replied. She handed him the file. He glanced at his watch. "Listen, it's almost lunchtime, you wanna grab something to eat?"

Seeing as the hospital was downtown, they were plopped down right in the middle of some rather nice bistros. "Sure." Piper replied with a smile.

Leo grinned back. "Great. Let me check on Dominguez real quick, change and then we'll get going."

She smiled and nodded demurely, though inside she was practically bursting.

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At the park, Phoebe, Prue, Andy and Cole sat around a picnic bench—the one Paige had vacated to be precise—eating McDonalds.

"…It's all a big misunderstanding." Cole was saying as he rubbed the tips of his salt covered fingers on a napkin. "I was drunk."

"So you get drunk a lot, then?" Prue asked sharply, earning her a kick from her sister under the table. They exchanged looks, Phoebe's clearly saying: this guy's a hottie, shut up for a second. Prue's said: Pheebes, I'm just looking out for you. Phoebe scowled and sucked Sprite from her cup.

Cole shook his head. "No way. Well, I probably drink too much for my own good, but that night…" he shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I'm really sorry, okay?" He seemed to be speaking to the table in general. Andy frowned so deeply, that Cole looked taken aback for a second. Cole shook his head. "I'm new. I just moved here. Hell, I thought she liked being called Freebie. For all I knew, she started the whole nickname herself. Some girls are like that."

Phoebe gasped indignantly and reached over to punch him in the shoulder.

"Ow, damn it! I'm sorry!" He looked over at her in half-shock, half-apology. Phoebe sniffed and took another sip of her drink.

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Piper followed Leo to the lockers where he had his personal belongs stashed. Piper had taken to wearing her uniform over her clothes, so she looked like modern day fairy between the puffy candy cane uniform and her jeans. All she had to do was take off the uniform and stick it in her car. He however, decided to change into something more casual than his white jacket and stiff white shirt.

She realized it looked a lot like the locker rooms at school. "Whoa." She said under her breath. The resemblance really was uncanny.

"What?" he asked her as she turned a circle.

She started to say "nothing", but when she turned to around to face him again, she broke off. He was naked. Well, from the waist up anyway. And…oh. While there was nothing very Mr. Universe about him, he did have his attributes. She lowered herself onto the bench.

He didn't seem to notice her staring as she shrugged into a slightly diaphanous olive green button down shirt. "So where do you wanna get lunch?"

Piper, in haze of lusty fantasies asked: "Where do I want to do what?"

Leo turned to her as he buttoned the last three buttons. "Get lunch. Are you okay?"

Piper shook her head. "I mean, yeah, I am." She stood abruptly. "As long as we can stop by my car." She smiled. "I've got to get rid of these clothes." She blushed because of the way it sounded, coupled with her lurid thoughts. "I mean, my uniform."

He smiled too. "Then let's go. I'm starved."

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Andy and Prue decided to drive over to the movies and see what was playing. Nothing. So they drove back to her house where everyone was absent. They went straight up to her bedroom. For some reason, Prue could feel her heart beating wildly.

They stepped in and Andy gave a low whistle. "Whoa."

"Whoa what?" Prue asked, dropping her purse onto her bureau.

"This takes me back." He admitted. He started a circuit of the room, brushing his hand over old mementos. "Hey," he said when he reached her desk, "where's the picture of us at the amusement park?"

Prue sat on her bed. "In a box marked 'I HATE HIM' sitting in the bottom of my closet."

Andy chuckled quietly. "Really?"

"Really."

Prue glanced out the window. Little yellow and blue flowers shifted in the wind in the house next door as the afternoon sunlight beat down on them. Her heart still wouldn't stop beating so fast. Andy sat next to her, uncomfortably close. "I've missed you." He whispered, leaning in close.

"I've missed you too." She admitted, her lips grazing his.

"Really?"

"Really."

He pressed his lips to her own and she opened her mouth invitingly. Her eyes fluttered shut and he moved his hand under the strap of her tank top, sliding it off her shoulder. "…Mmph, Andy, wait." She put her hands at his shoulders and pushed him away. "I don't know if we should—"

"You don't have to worry." He assured her, smoothing the strap away from her other shoulder. "It's not like we haven't done this a million times."

When they were together, yeah. But somehow, it didn't matter that they were broken up. It didn't matter that he was all sweaty and gross from playing basketball. All that mattered was that he was Andy and he was back and that she really had missed him.

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Piper laughed at a story Leo told about how he fell out of a tree. He seemed to find the humor in it too, because he laughed along with her. "It was horrible. I nearly sprained my arm."

Piper was still laughing anyway. Leo stopped and took a casual sip from his lemonade. "How old are you anyway?"

Piper sobered up immediately. She'd been sort of dreading this conversation. "I'm sixteen. How old are you."

"Nineteen." He admitted. "But, you know, my major is pre-med, that's how come I get internship at the hospital."

"Oh." Nineteen. That wasn't so bad. Only three years. "I thought you were like, twenty-two or something."

He seemed to think this was funny too. "Nah, nineteen."

She took a drink of lemonade. "You must be really focused to know what you want to do with your life."

Leo shrugged. "I guess. I've always had an affinity for medicine and generally, I know what I'm doing. Or, well, I'm learning to know what I'm doing." He gave her a look. "What do you want to do? Surely it's not in the medical field." His mouth quirked in a half smile.

She squirmed. "Well, actually, I want to be an actress." When he didn't reply, she launched into an explanation. "Well, I mean, I know it's really flighty work, and I know I'm supposed to have, like, a back-up plan, but I don't want to go get a business degree or something like that—"

"Slow down." He said, smiling. "I admire you. It takes courage to do something with no guarantees. That's a complement." He added.

Piper smiled.