Disclaimer- I do not own Charmed or any of its characters. They are all owned by Aaron Spelling but I do own those characters, which you don't recognize.
3-11-90 (next day, Sunday)
Well, Paige came for dinner but nothing much happened. In fact, Grams wasn't even home when Paige came over. Neither were Piper and Prue. Prue was somewhere like she always is and Piper, well, I'll figure that out later.
Anyways, Paige came over and we listened to music in my room for a while. We pretty much have the same tastes in everything. I can't wait till she's at Baker High next year. Then again, I like hearing the things she has to say about the people in her grade. There's so much drama in her grade that it's not even funny. I mean, in my grade, everything usually happens between me and other people. In Paige's grade everyone has something wrong with them. Not wrong with them, but there's something dramatic about everyone and it's hilarious. Who even knew that eighth graders could have so much drama?
For example, Paige was looking at the very few books I have in my shelf. She pulled out this one book, which I've never read in my life and said, "The title of this book reminds me of something that happened in my grade."
"What?" I asked.
Paige grinned at sat down on my bed. "Well, she began, there's this girl named Kelly and she was going out with another guy named Robby Fischer. Well, Kelly's cousin Michelle is in our grade too. Michelle has a friend who goes to some private school a little north of here. Well, Michelle's friend saw Robby with another girl. This other girl, I have no idea who she is, she was apparently going out with another guy from out school named Mitch Cresent at the same time. Someone saw Mitch kissing Atlee Simons, this slut in my math class and told Mitch's girlfriend about it. The girl then got really mad at him and..."
I tuned Paige out. Honestly, I can't even keep up with what she's saying. There are too many people involved. At the moment, my stomach is screaming food so threw my pillow at her and said, "Wow, you have a messed up group of friends."
"They're not my friends," replied Paige chucking the pillow back at me. "Well, actually, most of them are but that doesn't matter." She grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm hungry, are you?"
Paige flopped back on my bed and said, "Yeah..."
"Great because Grams made a great chocolate cake for us to eat."
"Just chocolate cake?" asked Paige, her eyes going wide.
I looked at her with a smirk and said, "Well, she did make something else but let's just say that I forgot what she made."
"Will she get mad?"
I shrugged and said, "I don't know. Grams is the nicest person in the world. She never gets mad about anything."
Paige sat up and licked her lips. "What are we waiting for then?" She jumped off my bed and said, "Last one down is a rotten egg!"
I ran after her as she jogged out of my room. Needless to say, she won but I told her that I let her. Besides, I was always taught that you let guests have the first pick. Yeah right.
After about an hour, less than half of the cake was left. It was a rich dark chocolate double large cake covered with delicious chocolate frosting that a person could live on.
I burped and looked at Paige who snorted. I grinned and said, "What now?"
"Well...I haven't seen your whole house before so..."
I grinned at Paige as we both left the kitchen. I had told a few days ago about the attic. I was always wondering why it was locked. I mean, you keep old stuff in an attic, don't you? I like to look at old stuff. I mean, Grams has this one table in her room which belonged to her great grandmother or something like that. It looks so cool. I mean you can tell that it's old but still...
Paige and I ran up the steps that led to the attic. I beat her this time. There were a bunch of pictures lining the walls in the hallway that led to the attic. I never really paid close attention to them until Paige pointed them out to me.
"Wow, how old are these pictures, Phoebe?"
"No idea." I looked at one of the pictures that were in a faded brown frame. The picture looked slightly yellow. It was of a girl, who looked to be in her mid twenties. Her hair was either black or brown. I wasn't sure since it was a black and white picture. She was standing with a man and a baby was in her
Paige came and stood next to me and said, "She looks kind of like you, Phoebe."
I snorted and said, "Yeah? What part of her?"
She looked at me then at the picture. She frowned and said, "I'd say that your eyes look like hers."
I glanced at the picture and said, "Thanks Paige, I have the eyes of a dead lady." The two of us burst out laughing. I looked at the other pictures on the wall and stopped at one of them. It was a picture of another girl, not surprisingly. She was about my age, it looked like. There was something very familiar about her. Her skin looked extremely pale and she had very dark hair. I looked at Paige and my eyes widened. "Paige, would you come here for a second?"
She smiled and said, "What?" I pointed to the picture and her eyes widened slightly. "Whoa...that's kind of creepy."
It was creepy; the girl in the portrait was about Paige's age and looked very much like her.
"Yeah, it is." I know that Paige is adopted. We never talk about it though. I'm the girl with no parents and a grandmother and she's the adopted girl with parents. There's nothing much to say. I had a weird feeling about this picture though. I mean, what if Paige- no I'm not even going to say it.
I cleared my throat and said, "Let's try and open the door."
Paige gave me a small smile and looked at the door. She touched it and said, "Are you sure that it's not just jammed?"
"Oh, I'm sure," I said. I ran my fingers along the door frame and said, 'If the door was jammed, I would be able to tell." Don't ask how. I have a lot of practice with unlocking my door. Let's just say that Prue used to lock my in rooms all the time for no reason at all. I'm still mad at her about that. She never even told me why. She would just laugh after she let me out.
We both froze as the door to the manor opened.
"Phoebe! I'm home!" came a voice. I let out my breath.
"It's just Piper," I said.
"I like Piper," said Paige. "She's really nice."
"Yeah," I said fiddling with the door knob, "but I wouldn't cross her right now. She's developed quite the temper."
"What?"
"Yeah, she and Prue had a massive fight the other day. I could hear it all the way from the backyard."
Paige's eyes widened. "Will she get mad about this?"
"Who knows?" I asked. "Here you try." I pulled my hair into a ponytail and stepped aside to let Paige try the door.
She tried turning the door knob and right at that second, Piper appeared at the top of the steps.
"What are you doing?" Paige whipped around almost knocking into me. "Phoebe made me do it!"
I elbowed her and said, "Piper, we just wanted to see what was in the attic."
Piper's eyebrow arched slightly. "Phoebe, Grams has told us all a bunch of times that we're not allowed up here."
"Grams is not here, is she?"
Piper sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair. "No...but Prue is."
"What?" I looked at Paige who shrugged.
"She's getting something from the car." We heard the front door slam and something landed on the floor with a thud. "There she is," muttered Piper.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Prue, shmew, flu, who cares?"
"I do, Phoebe." Piper's voice rose slightly as she said, "I really don't want to get into another fight with Prue."
"She's a bitch when she fights, isn't she?"
"Be quiet," snapped Piper. Her eyes flashed funnily. "Look, just, why don't the two of you come downstairs?" She looked down the staircase and paled slightly as she saw Prue at the bottom.
"Piper, what are you doing up there?" asked Prue curiously.
"N-nothing," stammered Piper.
"Are you sure because I heard you talking to someone."
"Myself...I was talking to myself."
Prue frowned and said, "I don't believe you." She began walking up the stairs. "Is someone up there?"
Before Piper could answer, Prue had reached the top. Prue's jaw dropped slightly as she saw me and Paige. "What are you both doing up here?"
"I had to tell them something," interjected Piper.
"Up here? Nice try, Piper," snapped Prue. She looked back at the two of us and said, "What were you doing up here?"
I smiled as sweetly as I could and said, "I was just showing Paige the house."
Prue gave me a funny look. I guess she was trying to decide whether or not to believe me. She normally never believes me so I was pretty surprised when she said, "Fine. Don't come up here again." That was a shocker.
She walked up to the door and made sure that it was locked before placing her hands on my back and Paige's back and steering us away from the door. She accidentally brushed again Piper as she walked to the staircase and for maybe a few seconds, I felt something odd. I guess Prue felt it too because she stopped walking.
It's hard to describe. Something...came into me. No not the right word. I don't know. It was...weird. I looked at Paige and she had an odd look in her eyes. "Paige?"
She blinked and said, "That was really weird."
"What?" I asked.
She shook her head and looked at Prue who was sort of frozen in place. "Prue?" called Paige.
Prue blinked and looked at Piper who looking around. "That was rather odd," she muttered. "Anyways, Paige, I'll drop you off."
Paige nodded and said, "Well, I'll see you later, Phoebe."
I waved to Paige as she and Prue left the hallway. I turned back to Piper and asked, "Did you just feel something weird?"
Piper nodded and said, "Hope we're not catching a bug..." With that, she walked down the stairs leaving me to stare at her back.
Honestly, doesn't Piper know that you don't feel like that when you're catching a bug? It was something different. I've never felt anything like it before.
I think I should go downstairs and eat some more cake while I think about this.
-Phoebe