Disclaimer: What's that? Still don't own Charmed.
A/n: I decided I had to take advantage of Prue and Andy being in the same year. A continuation from chapter five.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Prue: December 6, 1987
Prue double-checked the bags she had packed by the door: a pan of lasagna; rolls; salad; and a two-layer chocolate cake. Personally she'd only made the salad, of course—it was about all she could handle. Andy had eaten over at her house enough times that she knew he loved her grandmother's cooking though.
Just as Prue tucked the last item she had into the pocket of her jacket (couldn't risk her sisters seeing after all), Piper came into the kitchen while pulling on a pair of mittens. "I hope the food's alright," she fretted. "I still think that there might be too much chocolate in the cake."
"Andy won't care. He loves chocolate."
Still, she could tell Piper was ready to continue her anxious rambling. Prue was only saved by Phoebe's entrance. At twelve, Phoebe had long outgrown her little crush on Andy, but for tonight she was willing to perform an enthusiasm and jokester act that she had abandoned some time ago in order to be more grown up. Prue was grateful for their help. With Andy's father still in the hospital, his mother by his side most of her waking hours, and Joey away at college, she was sure he could do with some company. She and her sisters were practically family anyway.
"Let's get going," said Piper. "I have a chemistry test tomorrow that I haven't even begun to study for."
"That's fine," said Prue. "You can bring Phoebe home after dinner."
"What about you?"
Prue shrugged and unconsciously patted her pocket. After her talk with Andy yesterday—after his surprise kiss—she'd come home completely bewildered. She wasn't quite sure what to make of his actions, wasn't quite sure how she even felt about having been kissed by her best friend. The mistletoe in her pocket was an excuse to do it again; maybe for a little longer. Just to figure things out, of course.
"I'm sure we'll find something to do."