Sorry it's taken me a while to update but I had to keep re-writing this chapter, I couldn't really get it together. I've also just realised my first GCSE is in just over three weeks (eek!) and that I only have like two months left at school before college (yay!).

On a huge plus, I'm going to Reading Festival for the weekend this year – meaning QOTSA, The Killers, My Chemical Romance, Foo Fighters, Jimmy Eat World, Razorlight, Iron Maiden, NOFX, Marilyn Manson and so many more. I'm so excited.

Also, I know there hasn't been a lot of Prue so far, and that's going to remain so for the next few chapters, but then she's going to get some real big stuff, so hold tight, 'kay?

That having been said – thanks to everyone that has reviewed, keep doing so, and here's your next chapter. This was originally two chapters, but I've fused them together, which is why there's a kinda leap between one part to the next.


Chapter Seven: The 'P' Thing

Phoebe and Cole walked hand in hand down the pier, each holding an ice cream cone.

"I had you for a chocolate guy," commented Phoebe.

"What?"

Phoebe sighed. "You can tell a lot about a person by seeing what kind of ice-cream they eat. I put you down for a chocolate. Sweet and kind of addictive, but a tendency to be a bit over powering."

Cole grinned. "So that's what you think of me, eh?"

Phoebe blushed. "I'll just say you're sweet and move on."

"So what does vanilla mean?" asked Cole, gesturing with his slowly melting ice cream.

"Hmm," she pondered, passing a sidelong glance over Cole's face. "Pure, innocent, angelic…"

Cole could not stop a smile passing over his face, but replied, "Think you're theories a bit out of whack there."

Phoebe stopped and stood in front of Cole, looking up at him with her big, hazel eyes. "Hey! My theory – don't mess with it!"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good," responded Phoebe, eating the last of her ice cream and licking the drops from her fingers.

"So, can I ask you something?"

Phoebe frowned. "Sure…"

Cole chuckled. "No it's nothing bad. Just something I'm curious about. What's with the 'P' thing?"

A look of confusion washed over Phoebe's features. "Is that code for something?"

"No, I mean you and your sisters names all begin with 'P'. Is it some kind of thing, or just coincidence?"

Phoebe shrugged. "You know, I've never really thought about it. I guess it's a thing. My mum's name began with a 'P' and so does Grams'"

Cole smiled. "I just wondered is all."

"It's okay."

Suddenly, Cole stopped and Phoebe looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Cole placed a hand on the side of Phoebe's face and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

He shook his head. "Nothing."

He took a step towards her and bent his head slightly, their lips only a few inches apart.

Phoebe could smell the vanilla on his breath, teamed with cigarette smoke and the ocean air. She stood on her tiptoes, closing the gap between them, wrapping her arms around Cole's neck. He wrapped his free hand around her waist, pulling her tight against him.

Cole smiled against Phoebe's lips. She tasted like mint, with a hint of chocolate, and her mouth was cold; not like the smooth skin of her back with was warm under his hand.

They broke apart and Cole pressed his forehead against Phoebe's as she sighed, "Wow."


That evening, Prue, Piper, Andy and Leo were sitting in the den, listening to music and talking about their future life, when Phoebe rush in, a bemused Cole following right behind her, clasping her petite hand in his.

"Is Paige here?" she asked.

Both Prue and Piper shook their heads.

"She's still at Greg's," Piper replied. "Why?"

"Because, I have the best idea," Phoebe exclaimed, excitedly.

"Oh lord," Prue muttered.

Phoebe glared at her. "I heard that."

"You're idea, Phoebe?" inquired Leo, who was sitting against the sofa, Piper between his legs, leant against his chest.

"Oh, right. Yea, so it's Paige's sixteenth birthday in two weeks, so we have to do something."

"We are doing something," replied Prue. "You know we have that huge family meal and-"

Phoebe rolled her eyes, before interrupting her eldest sister. "Yea, yea, the family meal. But, come on, it's her sweet sixteenth. You don't celebrate that with just a family meal. That's tragic."

"She's right," agreed Piper. "Prue, for your sixteenth you had that nail, make-up thing. I went to Six Flags with a load of people. Phoebe, you…well…you do what you always do and got totally wasted, but even so."

"Exactly!" exclaimed Phoebe. "So, I was thinking for Paige's we throw her a really big and amazing surprise party."

Prue and Piper exchanged a look.

"I don't know Phoebe. I mean, that's going to be really hard to organise…" replied Prue.

"Yea, I mean, you need a place, and then the plans, and then you have to pick and a date and invite people…" continued Piper.

"All without Paige knowing," added Prue.

Phoebe sighed. "You guys don't need to worry about that. I can talk to CJ about a place."

Off her sisters' blank looks, Phoebe continued, "You know, my friend CJ, his dad owns that club Prue went to with Andy when she told Grams she was studying."

Prue blushed slightly in the dark and Andy grinned. "Okay, fine, but even so…"

"Look, you two think way too much. I can talk to CJ about a place, it's not hard to find bands, food and drink can be easily dealt with. All I need you guys to help me with is invitations and making sure Paige's friends get them."

"You seem like you've got this all figured out," commented Leo.

"Pretty much. And Paigey has to have a great birthday."

"Okay then, we'll help you out."

Phoebe grinned. "Yay!"


Okay, that was so bad – I know – I'm very sorry. I'm going to skip forward next chapter to the party, I think. We shall see. And I promise, much more Prue and Paige coming up. I promise, I promise, I promise.

Review please.