A/N: Not one of my best, but I've got serious writer's block. If you have any ideas please let me know. I have a few, but they're just not coming together. As usual, read, review, and enjoy.

Chapter 5: Untitled (Writer's Block)

1 month later…

"Ok, Kiara, remember: you're a foreign exchange student from Brazil. If anyone asks, your father was American, which is why you look kind of American, but you never knew him. Hell, for all we know this could be true. You do look kind of American, but there's a hint of something exotic in there, I really wish I knew what it was. Anyways, you come from a really small village that had no running water or electricity. That should explain why you're so unfamiliar with pretty much all technology. Umm.." Paige was reading over a list the family had made that covered Kiara's made-up back-story.

After a week of Kiara living the manor, the family could already tell that they were never going to send her away, and decided they needed to make her existence in America more permanent. Piper used their contacts with Homeland Security to secure Kiara a Student Visa, claiming Brazil as her native country. They also petitioned for her citizenship, claiming she was seeking refuge from torture, among other reasons. It didn't have to actually sound good; they just had to fill out the form. It was pretty much guaranteed to go through.

Since they claimed that Kiara was there on a student visa, they enrolled her into San Francisco High with Chris and Hayden. Paige was going over the list with Kiara again, preparing her for any and all questions she might receive on her first day of classes.

"Paige, I think I'll be fine. Chris, Wyatt, Hayden, and Pearl have spent the last week prepping and poking and primping and I think I might hurt the next person that tells me to be more outspoken or that even touches me."

At this Chris orbed in next to Kiara, arm materializing around her shoulder. "Ready for your big day?"

Kiara glared at Chris before quickly twisting out of his arm and flipping him onto the floor. "Yes, I feel better now," she smiled as she walked over to where her bag was lying on the floor.

"Damn I'm a good teacher," Chris exclaimed as he pulled himself off the floor. He walked over to the door and pulled it open as he turned to face the stairs. "Anyone riding with me better get their butt in the car NOW!"

Jordan and Patience orbed in front of Chris together and smiled up at him, backpacks and lunchboxes in hand. "We're ready, Chris," Jordan beamed up at her older cousin.

Chris bent down and finished pulling her sweatshirt down in the back and then instructed, "Ok kiddos, get in the car. Pearl! Car. Now. Kiara, let's go," Chris gestured out the door and Kiara gave him a look as she walked past him out the door.

"You're getting really good at that ya know."

"I try."

"Pearl!"

"I'm already in the car, idiot!" Pearl yelled from where she had just shimmered in to Chris's Jeep Grand Cherokee.

"Well you could have said something," Chris yelled back as he shut the front door and made his way to the driver's seat.

He dropped off Patience and Jordan at the elementary school, Pearl at the middle school, and then made his way to the senior parking lot of the high school right as the first bell rang. Chris dropped Kiara off at her first class before making his way to his own.

At the end of the day, Chris met Kiara back at his locker before making their way to Chris's car.

"So, how was your first day of school?" he asked in mock excitement.

"Fine. I didn't really talk to anyone. The classes were all easy. I've already had training in most of this stuff. I might need your help with computers though. I already have some Internet thingy, I think it was. Something that has to do with computers, which basically means I have no idea. I did get invited to a party on Friday night."

"Really, by who?"

"Doug something or another with an H."

"Holberoc. Do you want to go?"

"I don't know. Are you going?"

"Of course. Doug's a good friend of mine. Did anyone give you any trouble? Hard questions or anything? You didn't hurt anyone, right? No magick exposure."

"Nope. Like I said, I didn't talk much."

"Do you ever?"

"With you and Wyatt."

"That's because we make you."

"Anyways, do we need to get your cousins?"

"Nope. Patience and Jordan get out earlier and Hayden picks up Pearl."

"Home we go, then?"

"Yes ma'am. I should tell you, if you want to go to Doug's with me on Friday, you should ask mom now. She likes a little warning before plans are made, and it's already Wednesday. Actually, never mind. I'll just ask her for the both of us."

Back at the Manor…

"Mom, please! I'm begging you. It'll be the perfect opportunity for her to put to use all that wonderfully knowledge that we've crammed into her the past few weeks," Chris pleaded with his mother, widening his eyes in feigned innocence. "Plus, it'll help her get accepted into high school society much faster, and help stop the gossip. Trust me…this girl is the talk of the school right now, and it'll only get worse if she hides."

"You sound like some popular preppy 16 year old girl," Piper informed her son with a look of amusement on her face.

"Probably because he spends most of his time with them hanging all over him," Kiara added quietly to the conversation.

"You're just jealous because they get in the way of you hanging all over me," Chris responded, flipping his hair back dramatically. "Don't worry though. Someday you'll find guy who likes losers like you…you should try Wyatt. God knows he can never get laid."

Kiara held up her middle finger at Chris and rolled her eyes.

"Christopher Perry!" Piper exclaimed. "Why would you teach her something like that?"

"Why do you automatically assume I taught her? She doesn't spend all her time with me ya know."

Piper just gave Chris a classic "yeah right" look and continued staring expectantly.

"For you information, she saw a guy in a movie do it and wanted to know what it meant. It's not like I was like 'Here Kiara, let me show you how to piss people off!' Anyways, stop changing the subject. Can she go with me to Matt's party or not?"

Before Piper could answer, Kiara jumped in. "What's so offensive about a finger anyways?" she asked curiously. "There's nothing wrong with holding up any of the other fingers, just that one, and only if it's by itself or with the thumb. I don't get how one can be offended by that. It's like getting offended by someone sticking their tongue out at you…grow up."

"You have been spending WAY too much time with Christopher here."

"Why do you keep blaming me?" Chris asked loudly.

"Because it's usually your fault."

"Can we go or not?" Chris asked exasperatedly.

"Fine, but your curfew is one instead of two, and if she's there, you better be there, too, mister. No running off and leaving her to go get stoned or have sex or something."

"Mom, eww. Old people should not say words like sex…it's just gross."

"If you're old enough to have it, you're old enough to hear your mom talk about it."

"Why does everyone assume I'm such a player and that I sleep with anyone I can?"

"Well, I've already met your 22 old self, and I specifically remember when the cleaners erased your older brother, leaving you with nothing to do, the first thing you did was get laid by your first charge other than us."

"Ok, that doesn't count. I'm not my 22-year-old self yet, so you can't hold my future…past…I hate time travel. In any case, it doesn't count."

"Fine, not counting that, you are an extremely attractive and confident 18 year old boy living in an oversexed society. Plus, I know everything you do, when are you going to learn that?"

"Anyways, I'm going to go find Wyatt. Is he at the club?"

"What do you want him for?" Piper asked suspiciously.

"To see him. He was still in bed when I left this morning. I just wanna talk to him."

"You two are so weird with each other. I don't think you've ever gone a single day without seeing each other at least once."

"Whatever, is he there?" Chris asked impatiently.

"He better be. He's supposed to be restocking and setting up for tonight."

"Ok. See you for dinner."

At the club…

Chris orbed onto the stool next to where his older brother was kneeling on the floor.

"What's up little brother?" Wyatt asked as he stood to face Chris.

"Not much, just bored. I've had this insatiable urge to vanquish something all day, and I think it's so insatiable because you want to vanquish something, too."

"Wow, your empathy is really picking up."

"I know, and it's getting even worse with you. We've always been connected, but the fact I'm reading specifically your emotions up while I'm in school is kind of weird. I mean, if my power was just expanding, I'd pick up everybody's emotions, but I only get other people emotions when I'm near them, or maybe if I try."

"Ask Dad about it."

"I will…after we go kill something evil.

Wyatt rolled his eyes at his little brother before orbing into the Underworld, knowing Chris would follow.

"Mom will kill us if she ever finds out about our random vanquishing sprees, you know that right?" Wyatt asked as they moved silently along the path.

"You don't have to come with me. Go home if you're scared. I'm sure Mom would love it if you set the table."

"Asshole."

"I know. Look, there's a group of five demons over there. They look like maybe scabber demons. Use their own acid to vanquish them," Chris told his brother after pulling him behind a rock wall.

"You need to stop reading the book so much."

"You take the two on the right, I'll take the two on the left, and whoever gets there first gets the fifth."

"Twenty bucks says I win."

"You win, I'll give you twenty bucks. I win, you get me a 24 pack of Busch on Friday."

"Deal," Wyatt smiled as he lit up an energy ball and stepped out from their hiding place. Chris rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure he'd told his brother that the demons could only be vanquished with their own acid, but Wyatt did have a tendency not to listen.

Chris stepped out from the wall a second after his brother and advanced with him towards the demons. Wyatt launched his energy ball at one of the demons, and his eyes widened when the ball hit its mark perfectly and the demon simply turned and looked at him.

"Shit," Wyatt whispered quietly.

"I told you, you moron," Chris smirked as he froze the oncoming acid. Gesturing with his hands he easily diverted the acid back towards the two demons on the left, and then at the one in the middle. The demons on the right looked at their companions in shock before Wyatt quickly followed suit and TK'd the remaining streams at them.

"Too easy," Chris said nonchalantly as he put his hand on his brother's shoulder and orbed them back to the club. "Get back to work, bum," Chris told him when they rematerialized in the club, before orbing out again.