Disclaimer: Charmed...not mine. Song...not mine. Okay, this is getting tiring. Can I please stop listing off the things that aren't mine. There are too many.

I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I bet you all thought I abandoned this story. Well, think again. I've been going through some hard times, but I'm pulling through, so just sit back and read the new chapter!

Piper's POV

Miley broke out into a run after Paige untyed her. I started sprinting after her. Miley was a fast runner, but so was I, and I had an advantage because I was wearing sweats and Miley was wearing jeans. I finally caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder.

"Listen Miley slash Hannah, I'm not going to hurt you. Don't worry. I'll explain if you come back with me, but you have to explain too," I told her, trying to calm her. Miley nodded, and I started walking back with her, her head down, looking at her feet.

"My ancester, Melinda Warren," I began the story, "back in the 1600's was a witch. She had three powers, the power to stop time, my power, the power to see the future, Phoebe's power, and the power to move things with her mind, my sister's Prue and Paige's power, except Paige can also orb because she is only my half sister, because my mom had an affair with her whitelighter, a guardian angel to good witches, so she is half guardian angel, half witch.

Anyway, before Melinda was burned at the stake, she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of three sisters. Now these sisters would be the most powerful witches ever known. We are those sisters. We say spells and mix potions, but we are good witches. We protect the innocent and vanquish evil. Rid the world of evil, to save lives. We would never dream of hurting you, unless of course you are a demon or a warlock of some sort." I ended my story, just as I arrived to meet my sisters.

Miley's POV

"Your turn now," Phoebe ordered, and I knew there was no way out. I took a deep breath.

"Okay, well, when I was little, I always wanted to sing. So my dad decided to create a popstar, and that's how Hannah Montana came about. But I'm Miley, Hannah is Miley. I don't pretend to be someone else, it's my personality, just me with a wig on. I didn't want to be treated differently than someone who wasn't a teen popstar, so I created the second identity so I could live a normal teenage life," I said in one breath. They all looked at me.

"Your secret is safe with us," Phoebe said, and hugged me, taking me off guard. I gladly excepted the hug, and soon it was everyone.

"Thanks for saving me, so I owe you. Your secret is safe with me," I told them.

"Let's get back to Miami," Paige said after a while, realizing they were still in San Francisco.

"How are we gonna do that?" I asked. The three looked at each other and grinned.

"I can handle that," Paige said, grinning from ear to ear.

Piper's POV

Paige orbed into Miley's backyard, dropped her off, then orbed ourselves back home. I decided to sit outside with a glass of ice tea and look at the stars. I thought I saw one wink at me, but I couldn't be sure. I looked up and wished that Prue and Grams and Mom and Dad were here with me. I just wanted one of them to hold me, tell me everything was going to be alright. But nothing was going to be alright anymore. I called into the house that I was going for a walk to the park. Phoebe acknowledged me and then I went on my way. I walked on the white sidewalk, littered with chalk drawings and cigarette buts and wrappers.

"Where are you going?" a voice said. I spun around and noticed...Kyle.

"Hi Kyle," I smiled meekly and went on my way. Kyle caught up with me and started going at my pace.

"So, you never answered my question," Kyle said, turning me to face him. He took my hands.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly. I looked away.

"My Grams. She's, um, well, gone," I said tiredly. Kyle hugged me.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. He pulled away. He kissed me softly. And then I pulled away.

"I'm sorry Kyle," I told him when he looked confused. "But I'm not interested. Forgive me, but there are many other girls that would die to kiss you. I'm, well, seeing someone else."

"But it's only you're first day!" Kyle protested.

"Who is it?" Kyle asked menacingly, like when he found out he was going to kill him. I thought fast, and when I saw Leo turn the corner toward me, hands in his pockets, shuffling his feet, looking down.

"Leo. Leo Wyatt," I said. Leo looked up questioningly. Kyle stared in disbelief. Leo walked up to me.

"What's going on?" he asked, totally oblivious to the situation.

I whispered in his ear, "Just go along with it." Leo nodded and I turned back to Kyle.

"I want proof," Kyle demanded. I saw Leo ponder this.

"Proof of what?" Leo asked. Kyle snickered.

"Your going out with this poor, pathetic dork?" Kyle asked. "I want proof that you two are actually together." Leo smiled, pondered for another moment, and then leaned down and kissed me right on the lips. The kiss was full of passion and tenderness, I didn't want it to stop. When he did pull away, I noticed that Kyle's face was red, fuming that he wasn't Leo.

"I will get you Piper Halliwell. Don't you worry. This isn't the last of KYLE BRODY!!!!!" he yelled, and stalked off, jabbing his hands in his pockets and walking off. Leo turned to me.

"So this was all about...?" Leo asked. I smiled and relayed the story until that point. Leo nodded, taking it all in. "Did you like it?"

"Like what?" I asked, totally oblivious. Leo smiled.

"The kiss. Did you like the kiss?" Leo asked. I thought about, already knowing the answer, but playing him, making him want me more.

"Refresh my memory," I said, stepping closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my tiny waist and kissed me, this time opening his mouth, this time filled with ten times more passion embedded in his soft lips.

"Know the answer now?" he asked. I nodded and he pulled me back into the kiss, a kiss that could last for decades. And so we stood there, wrapped in each others arms, and the breeze played with our hair, tickling our cheeks. It took my worries, and wafted them away, leaving me to deal with them tomorrow.

And that's the end of Best Friends from Different Worlds. But don't worry, there will definetely be a sequel. Maybe not soon, but definetely a sequel. Please, please, please, please, please review my last chapter of the story and tell me what you think.

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