Chapter 7
Andrianne sat alone under the huge old oak tree at the cemetery with her iPod and her journal as her faithful companion. She shut her eyes for a second and then she let her hear out on the paper. The pen in her hand danced on the white paper so fluidly that it only takes a few stops to think for a word.
As she felt her world was going perfect, one by one her brothers are going further away from her. Chris and Wyatt are graduating at once. Both her brothers were going to college at one time. She feared she was going to be left alone all over again.
"I knew you'd be here." A male voice startled Andrianne as she straightened up and wiped her tears. "You know that he loves you very much and he would change his mind in a second if he saw you like this. That's not fair, Drea." The older boy said as he sat beside Andrianne.
Andrianne let out a laugh as she closed her journal. "Spying on me again, I assume." Andrianne forced a smile on her face. "Go away Ryan, I need to be alone. Just for a while. And tell my brothers that I'm fine."
Ryan rolled his eyes as he cupped Andrianne's face to face him. "Hey, I'm not spying for your brothers you know." He replied. "There is this man however; he said he was so in love with you since the first day he met you. And he told me so many gruesomely romanticized version of what friendship is all about that I just wished he did not. Andrianne, I know you're a witch. Chris told me everything I needed to know and I was wrong for accusing you of stealing my phone. It was never you, was it?" Ryan asked her gently. Andrianne just shook her head.
"I told you I am a witch and you never believed me. Not once." Andrianne whined. "And Chris tells you the same things that I did, and it made all the difference." She pouted.
Ryan sighed. "Yes." He said awkwardly. "See, when a good story teller tells a person a story, no matter how convincing it may seems, it stays as that. A story. At six years old, you're an amazing story teller Drea. It takes one to know one."
"I wasn't telling stories. It was all like a distant memory, like a dream only it happened but, okay I don't know how to explain it to you anymore." Andrianne gave up as she stuffed her spiral bound journal back in her back pack.
Ryan took a deep breath. "I know that now. I do. Just hear me out. What Uncle Nadim and Chris told me the other day made me think. It made me realize that you are special. Made me realize that those stories that you told me are for a reason. And for that same reason, you have to let some things happen. Life is gamble, I know you are six, but I also know that you have a mind of some one way beyond Chris' age. You are what you are Andrianne. Let him go. Let Wyatt go."
Andrianne smiled guiltily at Ryan. "Okay, if I admit something, you have to believe me. And you have to just keep your thoughts to yourself until I finish talking. Promise." Andrianne said demandingly. Ryan raised his left hand and placed his right on his heart. "Okay, it's not that I don't want him to go to Brown, but I don't want him to go to Brown to be with Bianca. Yes Bianca Corvi. And no, I don't like her." Andrianne stopped looking to Ryan for a response.
For a six year old, he was stunned for the words that came out her mouth. "But you'll be fine if he attends other school in other parts of the world?" Ryan asked trying to find the geographical confinement that she sets for her brother.
"I'd rather he goes to Japan than spending his time with Bianca." Andrianne nodded. "He is just a call away, anyway. He knows when I want him and when I need him. And he knows to be there when I need him not want him." Andrianne spoke. Ryan just shook his head. "You're not getting it. Never mind."
"Are you really six?" Ryan asked finally giving up on all other responses. Andrianne just sighed as she slings her bag on her shoulder and stood up, not even bothered to answer his last question. "Because your words makes you look like you're a little old person. Not a six year old." Ryan said as he followed suit.
"I'm going home to a place that I can lock my door and write in peace. Bye – bye, Ryan." Andrianne said annoyed by her friend's last comment.
Ryan caught her shoulder as she turned to face him. She was more than two times smaller than the giant in front of her, yet to her the size and age difference really did not matter. "Okay, I'm sorry." Ryan said. "Drea, if that is really what you feel tell him. He would want to know. He'll have his questions but he wants to know why are you very reluctant to let him go."
"They'll just laugh at me if I tell him that. She was supposed to be our friend, Ryan. That didn't happen. Why should I let the other thing happen?" Andrianne reasoned.
"Because, you don't control what happen with other people's life. You don't control fate. You only make choices to improve them. Drea, I don't know how to say this to you but, maybe by letting Chris go, is the right thing. He will find her eventually if they are fated to be as so, right." Ryan countered the little girl with the intelligence of a 21 year old. Andrianne just made a face at him, telling him she does not like his reply. "High school façade, fades after high school. She might be bitchy, then, but she might just be nice now."
"Might?" Andrianne questioned the older guy in front of her. "She shoved you into a locker Ryan. Usually, a boy does that or at least she would have done it to a girl and it would not matter so much. But a girl shoving a boy? That's just plain wrong." Andrianne said.
"But that's not the reason you hate her though right?" Ryan said being a little cheeky with the little girl as he lowered himself to her height. "Because you only heard one side of the story, and that side was by my friends, not even from me."
"No." Andrianne admitted. "That's not the reason."
"So what is?" Ryan asked her desperately. Sensing his thirst for answer was being a little over bearing, Andrianne just cocked a sly smile on her face.
"The reason being, you know the reason Christopher Perry Halliwell. And stop making Ryan do all you filthy job." Andrianne said as she shimmered Ryan's phone into her hand.
"Sorry, man. I thought this plan would be fool proof. And she just made a silver blue dust out of my phone." Ryan said a little shocked as he saw the phone materialized on Andrianne's hand. Andrianne ignored his comment and hit the disconnect button. "That's freaky." He added as Andrianne hands him back his phone.
"You have not seen freaky." Andrianne said stomping her way out of the cemetery. "Never do that to me, ever again." Andrianne spoke as she stopped and turned towards the boy that was trailing behind her. "Don't make yourself as his pet bunny. You're not Pinky."
"Who's Pinky?" Ryan asked a little amused as he speed up a little to walk beside the little girl.
"A pink bunny he casted a spell on to protect me on a nightly basis, so that I don't crawl under his blanket to sleep with him anymore." Andrianne answered as a smiled grew on her face. It was kind of funny as she describe what Pinky is, and if he had not already know they are a family of witches, he would just think she had gone totally cuckoo from all the stories she had been writing in class.
Ryan just laughed. "I'm going to go nuts someday. This spells and magic, and whatever is next, I can never predict from your family. Except the smell of lavender and honey every Thursday morning, when your mommy cooks pancake and your Aunt Phoebe brings in a new batch of lavender." Andrianne just groan as a reply.
Both of them just kept quiet as they walked home together. As soon as the front door closed behind her Andrianne orbed to Chris' room and slammed the door shut. "Stop using your friend to get into my head." Andrianne shouted at her brother who was just sitting in front of his computer playing a game.
"Stop getting into mine." Chris replied smiling at his little sister.
"I'm trying. It's not easy to not listen to your perverted little mind, while it screams to be noticed." Andrianne replied. At times she felt as if her gifts are just getting too strong too fast for her to handle. "I didn't ask to be an empath."
Piper ran up to her sons' room as she heard the commotion. "What's going on?" Piper asked.
"He asked Ryan, to spy on me." Andrianne answered.
"Actually, I did that." Wyatt said as he came out of the bathroom. Andrianne squint her eyes as she growls in frustration at her brother. "Oh, scary." Wyatt said sarcastically. "Andy, Chris is going to Brown to study, not marry Bianca." Wyatt reasoned.
"He's going to Brown, because she is in Brown." Andrianne said. "You are so not going to marry that B…" Andrianne stopped herself as she realized that her mother was still in the room. "Bianca." She said.
"I was almost engaged to her, Andy." Chris spoke softly. "And you know that."
"That was before what she did to you." Andrianne said calming down. "Who knows what she can do now."
"That's for me to find out." Chris said as he touched his little sister's shoulder. Adrianne just tried to shrugged it off, but to no avail. "Andy, we have to make our own mistakes, in order to make us a stronger human. We can't just feed on memories, princess."
"She almost killed you Chris. What if she succeeds this time?" Andrianne said desperately.
"Not you, or Wyatt, or mom, or even dad would let that happen. I'm perfectly safe, Andrianne. Thing are just not the way they were." Chris replied as he hoisted his little sister into his arm. "I can't stay here forever. You can't. You're not a little baby anymore. We have to move on." Chris said as Andrianne hugged him tightly as tough she would never let him go.
Andrianne lifted her head and looked straight at Wyatt. "Never use Ryan or anyone else to get into my head ever again. Or I'll tell on your deepest, most sick secrets." She said with her jaw tight. "Ever again. They are not Riley and Pinky you know."
Wyatt smiled mischievously. "Not even the real Riley?" He asked. Andrianne growled at him. "Okay, Tiger Android. No biting." Wyatt quipped.
"Mom… Look at Wyatt. He called me Android again." Andrianne whined as Chris let her down.
"Ryan is alone, down stairs. Shaken by your doings. All of you. Go tell him what is going on." Piper sighed as she herself made her way out from the boys' room ignoring Andrianne's whining. "And Wyatt, enough teasing your little sister for one day."
Andrianne stuck her tongue out as she quickly went down stairs. "You want to see freaky?" She said as soon as she got to Ryan. Ryan just smiled at her. "No, seriously." She asked. Ryan just nodded at her. "Okay. Hold my hand and don't let go. No matter what." She smiled as she levitated herself as well as Ryan. Ryan gasps as he squeezed Andrianne's hand. "This is baby freaky. We'll take baby steps. I'll show you little freaky tomorrow." She said as she let herself back down.
The rosy cheek of the boy went colorless. He stood on the ground as if he was a statue. Andrianne just let out a laugh. "What did you do to him?" Piper asked as she walked into the living room from the kitchen. "Ryan? Are you okay?" Piper asked. The young boy just shook his head.
"She…" He started trying to gather words but his mind just would not work. "We… We flew. Or float." He said a little confused himself.
"We levitate." Andrianne said smiling widely as if she had accomplished something big.
"Young lady, you should not have done that. Ryan is not Chris or Wyatt." Piper said looking down at her little daughter. "He can't levitate. He can't orb and he can't be like your brothers." Piper said to her. Andrianne pouted.
"But it's fun." Andrianne said as she stomped her feet.
"It's amazing how you can be very childish at times and you can be very mature the other time. Please just don't do that to him. Not without him knowing what you were going to do first. Okay?" Piper said. Andrianne just nodded.
"It feels weird. Like I was flying." Ryan suddenly spoke. Andrianne lit up. "I think I'm fine." He smiled. Piper shook her head and left the two kids as her other two sons joined them. She wished that moment could be framed. It was so perfect as if no worries were burdening any of her children. They are like any other children. Just being a child and teenagers.