17-year old Paige is absorbed in life, love, attitude and rebellion, but when normal teenage turmoil is turned upside down by something she can't explain, has she pushed her family too far? All 4 sisters. Paige-centric with Glen/Kyle

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Chapter 4: Bumpy Ride

"Paige what the hell is this?" Great. I don't even have time to figure out what it is that I could have possibly done this time before I hear Prue stomping across the kitchen into the sunroom. I love sitting in the sunroom in the evening, something about the dark and the stars I suppose. She flicks the light on, which hurts my eyes a bit. I don't turn round and look, until I can feel her presence behind me.

"What's the matter" I say innocently, blinking heavily from the bright light. Oh dear. Her eyes are blazing, and narrowed which means my eardrums are about to be assaulted.

"Just these" She replies angrily holding up two liquor bottles that I thought I'd buried at the bottom of the trash. Now, it looks likethat was a really stupid idea.

"Um, I" Think quickly Paige.

"Look, there's no use trying to think of a smart answer. Piper doesn't drink this stuff and now thatPhoebe doesn't…It's not exactly forensic science is it Paige?"

Truly busted. When all else fails, plead guilty. "So what if they're mine?"

I've raised my voice slightly at this, and Prue was shouting before we even started this. It doesn't take long for Phoebe and Piper to appear in the doorway. "What's going on you guys?" They both ask almost simultaneously, something which I'd find hilarious if my dragonish sister wasn't breathing down my neck, right now.

"These!" She holds the bottles up in the air again. I see Piper's eyes go wide, and then fix narrowly on me, hopefully she won't rat me out to Prue. Phoebe looks shocked, which is kind of hypocritical considering her own past notoriety.

Someone is at the door and I think I've been saved by the bell; I'm the first to move to answer it… to get out of here.

"Oh no Missy, we're not done" Prue growls, the withering glare from my eldest sister is enough to make me sit back down.

"It'll be Leo, come to fix the tap" Piper says unnecessarily, with a wide grin. Phoebe and Prue share a look over my head. It's stupid. I know Piper has a big crush, Its pretty obvious…but they don't talk to me about it, that's grown up sister stuff. They don't talk to me about anything much, maybe its better that way, they might freak out if they knew about Glen, hmm…

"I didn't drink them all by myself" I say out into the air. Prue flicks her dark hair over her shoulder and looks at me and then Phoebe suspiciously; surprise, surprise, Phoebe nods 'no' frantically. Way to stick up for your baby sister, but I forget, she's a reformed character now.

Prue crosses her arms, and raises her eyebrow, I suppose I better tell her more, "Well it's not like anyone cares or anything…" I begin casually. Ooh the scowl, note, big sister is clearly not impressed. "…Glen and I are kinda seeing each other"

"Seeing each other?" Phoebe says blankly.

"You know, some people call it courting, or a relationship, or a boyfriend, a lover, a scre…"

"Okay I get it!" Phoebe says.

"Well I knew you would" She grins slyly at me in reply. Ha. I knew it, there's a little bit of the old Phoebe in that crazy college girl. I smile back at her until Prue interrupts.

"Hey, Missy Paige, you're still in school, don't you think you're a little bit too young…"

What? I can hardly suppress my snort? Is she serious?

"Oh please, you were seeing Andy in like the tenth grade" I protest.

"It doesn't mean it was serious" She pauses, pretending like she's not so nosy, "Are you and Glen?"

"What?" I'm not gonna make it easy for the girl.

"Serious"

"Maybe"I say lightly.

"Well if you are or aren't, don't you think you should be being careful at least." God, she thinks I'm stupid. "Save the eye-roll Paige …It's only because we care about you"

"No Prue, YOU only care when I'm doing something wrong, or something that doesn't hurt anyone, but that you can read me the riot act over 'cause you feel like it, you care when I do something that interrupts the little sisterly clique that you've all got going on…" My voice has risen louder and the momentum has caused me to spring up off of my seat.

Not a flicker of anything crosses my eldest sister's face, until she closes the gap between us and levels her gaze to mine

"God Paige can you not see outside of your own little world" She says quietly but not quiet enough to disguise the venom in her words, "You need to be in school, so you can go to college, get a job and a life! Piper, Phoebe and I are here to help you get all that, but you don't listen…andallthis drinking, smoking…and god knows what else, can you not see where you'll end up!"

I look across and see my sisters; Piper is suddenly finding the floor really interesting and Phoebe is biting her lip with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. They both refuse to look at me. "Do you guys think that too?" I ask quietly Silence confirms their answer.

"Thanks for the faith, sisters" It comes out asbitter as it feels.

I get up and walk out of the sunroom, I'm mad, really mad. For once I try to talk to them. It seems that the open and honest tactic just gets you shot down, they've all been where I am I would have thought they could be a little bit more understanding.

My mind is almost raging too much to hear them say"Where are you going?"

"I need some air"

"Back before 10"

I slam the front door in reply.

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I wander for a while, I don't feel like seeing Glen and whining at him again. I'm having fun seeing how far I can kick this rock along with me, it's probably not a good idea though. I can see myself scuffing up my favourite pair of Docs. Its pretty breezy tonight and my hair keeps blowing over my eyes and into my lip-gloss…grrr! Every now and then a car rushes too fast down the narrow streets, for the most part its pretty quiet, just the way I like it.

Just as I'm appreciating the quietness a car screeches to a halt by my side. I keep my head down and speed up my walk until I hear a familiar voice.

"Hey babe, where you walking to" I look up, the window rolls down further, revealing a mop of brown hair, familiar blue eyes and the big grin that I know and love.

"Nowhere" I have to admit I'm pretty glad to see him. "Wait, whose car is that?"

"Guess"

"Erm, your next door neighbours, no wait…from that parking lot across the street from you, our garages?"

"Nope P-girl, 'fraid I'm not that much of a bad boy. Not gonna dump me are ya?"

"Nuh-uh, So?"

"It's the property of a Mister G. Belland, this baby is mine…been saving for ages, look…keys!" he takes them out of the ignition to wave them at me.

"Cool." Glen smiles at that, "But you don't have your license yet"

"Just a technicality Paige, I'm taking my test next week…baby, you look like you could use a ride…"

I can't resist his baby blues and he knows it. A second later I'm hopping in, after all it's Glen: the person who I trust most of all in the whole world.

"Where to m'lady?" He says in what hew thinks passes for a British accent, goofball.

"As far away from the Manor as possible" I say immediately. He looks at me, seeing straight through me.

"Cool, well, I happen to know a nice little parking spot…" He leers at me playfully and I feel his hand on my knee.

"One track mind" I try to look disgusted but I can't quite suppress my grin, "C'mon driving boy, lets go."

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Its been fun driving around San Francisco, although I've been over the bridge a million times before, but tonight it seems so much better because I'm with Glen. We drove to the park, and played on the swings like little kids, seeing Glen get assaulted by the seesaw in a very sensitive place was a particular highlight.

We're in the car again. I can't look at him without remembering the seesaw incident. It makes me dissolve into tears of laughter.

"P-girl, are you laughing at me again?"

"Nope" I try but fail miserably at preventing my mouth from twitching at the corners.

"Yeah you are" He says and he looks up at me.

"I'm not. And watch the road."

"I am"

The ride dissolves into silence, Glen's taking me home. Do I need to say how much I'm not looking forward to it?

Suddenly, the speed goes up a few notches. "Glen" I warn.

"We're okay"

And so we are, until it goes up another few notches and then another. I can see him pumping at the brake pedal desperately. Trees and bushes fly past like lightening and we soon reach houses, trees and worse, other cars on the road. My stomach is flipping nervously, and the speed is making me carsick. Glen is still fiddling with the brake, but we are beginning to swerve all over the place, my heart is pounding on my chest. Oh god, there are trees looming ahead…and we're getting far too close.

"GLEN" I manage to shout but in my dry throat it comes out as a strangled cry.

Then all I can do is lean into him and close my eyes.


Wow, that might be called a cliffhanger...don't hate me...please review!