right, here's the next chapter. There are only three more chapters of Chris and WYatt being at the manor and then they will be back at school just so you all know. No more interfering cousins, brothers, aunts...blah blah blah...but it also means no more Hope, who actually I've ended up loving to bits :( I know I should because she's my own character, but actually she turned out cuter than I initally wrote her as...

ANyway, thanks to those who reviewed and now I'll get on with the story...

Boarding School Hell

Chris sat in the passenger seat of the VW Beetle while Patty drove them back to the Halliwell Manor. He knew that the 20-year-old was severely pissed off with him, and had every reason to be, but he also knew she was not going to tell Wyatt what he had told her. The Trudeau had told him not to say anything to Wyatt about it, and that was not so she could tell her eldest cousin herself.

"You really are an idiot, you know," Patty finally broke the silence, "Why didn't you think about it before you did it?"

"Everyone makes mistakes," Chris replied, angry at himself not just for doing it, but for actually telling Patty about it now, "If you're gonna keep going on at me I'm gonna tell him."

"Sorry," Patty sighed, "Wait, why am I apologising to you?" Chris just shrugged his shoulders and looked out of the passenger window and the houses going by, "Don't tell him though. I don't want to see Wyatt hurt, and I know you make him happy. Though I'm not sure why."

"Patty, it was a mistake, please…"

"I know, I'm sorry," Patty sighed again, "I won't say anything about it, I promise. You really are the best thing that's happened to Wyatt, and I know you love him, I'm just being a girl. Can I hit you again when we get back to the manor?"

"Will that stop you going on at me?"

"I think," Patty said, glancing at Chris as he rolled his green eyes, "For now, at least."

"Then I suppose you can." The 18-year-old answered with a nod of the head, causing the elder of the two to smile triumphantly.

Wyatt sat at the dining table still playing monopoly with his younger cousins as the front door opened for Chris and Patty to walk back in. They seemed to be laughing and joking, but as Chris was walking towards him, Wyatt could see his cousin glare at him.

"What's up?"

"Your wonderful cousin doesn't approve of my habits." Chris replied, with a roll of his soft eyes. They had found a convenience store that happened to be open for him to buy some cigarettes, after all he had to make it look truthful to the Halliwell, and Patty not only had shouted at him for cheating on Wyatt but also at him for his smoking, especially since she knew his grandfather had died of lung cancer.

"I don't approve of your habits."

"You do it yourself!"

"What? Talk in my sleep?" Wyatt asked, knowing what Chris was talking about but there were things that Wyatt did not do.

"Eh?"

"You talk in your sleep." Chris looked confused, as there was giggling from the five girls at the table.

"What does he talk about?" Hannah asked, laughing at the still confused look on the Perry's face.

"I bet it's, oh I want you Wyatt," Phoenix laughed, "Kiss me Wyatt, I love you." Wyatt found himself laughing at his 13-year-old cousin's over-dramatic performance, which had made the other four young girls erupt in another lot of laughter, while Chris shook his head at Phoebe's middle child and then looked back at Wyatt.

"I'm worried now," Chris stated, "What do I say?"

"Ah, most of the time I can't make it out," Wyatt sat back as Hope leaned forward on his knee to roll the dice, "Sometimes it's random moans."

"I wonder what dreams he's having." Hannah whispered loudly to Holly, causing her to giggle. Chris and Wyatt's attention were both on her with raised eyebrows.

"You're as bad as your mother," Wyatt stated playfully, "Get that mind out of the gutter. You're 14, you shouldn't be thinking like that."

"Just because you were thinking about getting laid at 14, doesn't mean I am." Hannah stated to her cousin, causing Holly and Phoenix both to laugh, while Pagan just looked on, seemingly bored of the conversation and Hope moved 'Roofus' on the game board. Then the eight-year-old looked at Hannah.

"How does he get laid?" Hope asked, causing Wyatt and Chris to both groan. She was picking up new words far too fast. First it was giving head and now it's getting laid.

"You don't need to know, Hope." Hannah shook her head, but the mousy haired girl was not taking that as an answer so turned to her other sister.

"What is it, Holly?"

"I don't know." Holly shrugged, lying to her youngest sibling, causing Chris to wonder just how much the 14-year-old twin did know in truth. She had to know what it meant, but from her neutral facial expression she seemed to be honest that she genuinely did not know.

"Phe?"

"Don't have a clue, Hope." Phoenix shook her head, with a slight smirk on her face, so the eight-year-old Mitchell turned her attention to Chris. He would tell her. He may not have told her about giving head, but that was a boy thing, was this too?

"Chris, what does it mean?"

Chris took the child from his lover and smiled slightly, he had thought of something, knowing she would not shut up.

"It's when two people who love each other very much…" this caused everybody at the table, who understood what the phrase meant, to look at Chris shocked that he was going to tell her, "Are laying in a bed together."

"Like mommy shares a bed with daddy?" Hope asked innocently, missing the apparent loud sighs of relief coming from around the table.

"Just like that." Chris nodded, which Hope was happy with so she nodded her head and asked if she could get on with the game.

"You play with me, Chris." The youngest cousin asked, causing Wyatt to feign hurt at her.

"Am I not good enough?"

"I want to play with Chris," Hope frowned, "You keep putting me in jail." Chris stifled laughter as Wyatt stood up. The Halliwell kissed his lover on the cheek.

"You want a drink?"

"Please." Chris nodded.

"Beer?" Wyatt saw a nod and walked out of the room. As Chris sat down he looked around the game to see Hannah no longer winning, now it was Holly, how had she sneakily taken over all the money?

"What did you go and get?" Holly asked, being slightly nosey.

"Probably condoms."

"Why would he get condoms, Phoenix?" Hannah asked her younger cousin, shaking her head, "Like he needs them with Wyatt."

"What are condoms?" Hope's innocent voice piped up again, causing Chris to sigh.

"Ok, no more talk or implications about anything like that around Hope." Chris warned all the girls. Holly seemed to be scared of how Chris had just reacted, while Hannah and Phoenix looked at the table sheepishly. Pagan just stayed out of the conversation while rolling the dice.

Hope was still looking at Chris to explain what these condoms were, making the Perry wonder what he was going to say this time.

"They're like balloons," Chris explained, "But slightly thicker. You blow them up and they look like a man with a hat on his head." Wyatt chose that moment to walk in with two beers in his hands, and was confused at what Chris was talking about.

"What the…?"

"Condoms." Holly explained to her older cousin. Wyatt rolled his eyes and shook his head, setting the bottles down on the table.

"Can't you guys not talk about this around…?"

"Already told them." Chris stated, earning raised eyebrows from his lover, he knew what he was going to say?

"Can I see one?" Hope asked, wanting to see this different balloons.

"I don't have any," Chris shook his head, "Wyatt?"

"Don't look at me," Wyatt shook his head, "I gave mine to Parker the other night."

"See I told you they don't need them." Hannah whispered to Phoenix as Hope looked to the floor slightly disappointed, then she had a brainwave.

"I'll go and ask Parker." She was about to get off Chris' knee but the brunette kept hold of her.

"How about you wait until after the game?" he asked, hoping she was forget about it. The eight-year-old nodded her head and looked back at the game.

"Who's turn is it?" Hope asked, as Wyatt pulled a chair around the table and sat next to Chris, gently stroking his neck.

"You're way too good with her." He whispered as the game of monopoly continued. Chris moaned slightly, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of Wyatt's fingers on his neck turning him on.

"Wy, please…not here, not with Hope on my knee." Wyatt nodded and moved his arm so it was now over the back of Chris' chair, his hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry."

"It's ok," Chris smiled, "You'll just have to wait and continue that later."

A few days later and it was time for Chris' meeting with the lawyer Cole Turner about his grandfather's will. He stood in front of Piper's mirror in her bedroom, looking at himself in his suit. The only suit he owned, the one he wore for his grandfather's funeral. He always hoped he would never have to wear it again, but he had to for this. He looked through the mirror in the closet door, to see the older Halliwell teen leaning against the door frame in his shirt the top three buttons still unbuttoned. Chris sighed as he tried to sort out his hair again, he was not sure why he was trying to look so perfect, it just seemed so important, this was the last thing that he would hear about his grandfather and his possessions, whatever the 79-year-old man owned. Chris always thought the man was poor, which was why they stayed in the little two-bedroom apartment in San Francisco, that was why the state made him prove he could provide for the then 14-year-old boy.

"You look fine, Chris." Wyatt sighed from the door, making Chris turn around to face him. He could still see Chris' brain was on overtime, thinking about so much. But maybe finding out about the will now was better than just after his grandpa's death, he was in no state to handle it all then, although Wyatt wondered whether he was in any state now.

"Then why don't I feel fine?"

"I'm right with you, ok?" Wyatt stated, looking into his lover's sea green eyes, giving him the comfort he needed. He looked so much like a child now, it made Wyatt forget he was three months older than himself, "I'll be there for you, you can open up to me." The Perry nodded his head and sighed, looking at the clock on the nightstand in the room. 9:23am. Chris really needed to eat something, he had not had anything since last night's dinner but he feared he would never be able to stomach anything, his stomach was doing summersaults, the last time he felt this nervous about something was when he was giving Wyatt his Christmas present, and before then he could remember when he last felt this.

"C'mon, we'll get some coffee than I'll drive us there, ok?" Wyatt led Chris out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen, where Leo was sat reading his paper, "Hey dad."

"Hey you two," Leo looked up, as Chris sat at the table and Wyatt moved to the coffee pot. He watched the Perry shake the black jacket from his arms and loosen off the tie slightly, "Nervous?"

"A little."

"I remember when I had to go to my parents will hearing," Leo stated, "It was nerve-wracking for me, but if this lawyer is a good one, he'll be understanding that you're so young and will give you some sound advice."

"Thanks." Chris nodded, it was not that that was worrying him. It was just the fact that this was the last thing his grandfather had possibly done. The last thing that he would have linking with his grandfather, and he had no idea what it could be.

"Here," Wyatt put a mug of coffee in front of his brunette lover, "Drink this. You want me to get you something to eat?"

"Not hungry." Chris shook his head and took a sip of the coffee, scolding the black liquid for being too hot and then feeling stupid at himself, it was not the coffee's fault.

About twenty-five minutes later, Piper walked into the kitchen with a mug in hand, walking straight to the coffee machine, greeting both her son and his boyfriend. She looked sympathetically at the 18-year-old, this must be hell for him, but she never had to face her own parents' wills alone like he would have to, she had three other sisters with her and they all knew about the wills, this had come to a complete shock to Chris.

"You ready to go?" Wyatt asked, looking at his watched, "You don't want to be late." Chris stood up with a nod and took the dirty mug to the sink. Before he reached the counter, Piper took the item from him and then tightened and straightened his tie.

"That's better," She smiled at the thankful smile and roll of eyes she received from the brunette, then she looked at her son, "Wyatt, put a tie on," and with that, Wyatt took a blue and white tie from his trouser pockets, that matched his light blue shirt, with a smile. The 55-year-old shook her head and started to fasten the 17-year-old's tie around him, causing him to call out 'mom' in a whine, "Have you got a jacket?"

"Already in the car."

"Chris?" The Perry held up his black jacket to the brunette Halliwell with a smile, "Good. Drive carefully Wyatt."

"I will do mom." Wyatt laughed gently and kissed his mother on the cheek as he started leaving. Just as Chris was about to walk out of the kitchen, he felt someone gently take his hand and turn him around.

"Don't worry what's in the will," Piper looked into his soft green eyes, "No matter what is in it, you've always got us to turn to and to help you."

"Thanks Piper." Chris smiled, grateful for her caring, and then left the house with his lover.

"Sorry about that." Wyatt laughed, unlocking the car and climbing into the driver's seat.

"Don't worry about it," Chris said, also getting into the car, "She just cares, it's ok."

As they drove to the street, neither really knew what to say to each other. Chris' head was still all over the place, wondering what was going to be in will. Even if it was anything from his parent's will, there was nothing that was going to be left now after four years, there could not be anything, there was just the apartment and everything in there which Chris had already sold.

Wyatt did not know what to say to his brunette lover, partly with never being in this situation before, but also because he had never seen Chris like this, so anxious and confused. All he could do was be there for him if Chris needed it, and Wyatt hoped that that would be enough.

Wyatt parked the car at the side of the road on High Street and instantly sat the building with Molton House above the door, this was where the lawyer was. Office 32B, Cole Turner. The Halliwell lead the way into the building, as Chris still thought everything though.

"Can I help you two?" Chris could hear a soft female voice call out, as he looked around the building to find out where to go. He looked over to where the voice was coming from to see a petite brunette female sat behind a desk in a pink blouse. He hair was tied up in a bun, her bangs sitting at her plucked eyebrows, so he could see her green eyes looking at him.

"Hi, we're looking for Mr Turner's office." Wyatt stated, realising that Chris was not going to say anything, he really did seem like a small child at the moment.

"Do you have an appointment?" The female asked, now really catching Chris' attention, who stuttered his reply.

"Yeah…erm…Christopher Perry…"

The woman looked at her computer screen and smiled gently, looking at Chris.

"Ok, Mr Perry, if you just go down the hallway," the brunette stated, "Through the first set of double doors and you'll see another desk. That's Mr Turner's PA right there."

"Thank you." Chris smiled at the woman and looked down the hallway. He could see the double doors clearly from here. He walked down the hallway, knowing that Wyatt was right behind him, but stopped just before he reached the doors.

"Chris?" Wyatt asked slightly confused at the teen's actions.

"What if this guy laughs at me?"

"What's he gonna laugh at you for?" Wyatt asked, "He called you, remember."

"Yeah, but what if its something so small and stupid…"

"Whatever it is, your grandpa thought you should have it and made sure you got it," Wyatt assured the 18-year-old, "C'mon, let's go and find out what it is."

The Perry nodded his head and walked through the doors, and was greeted by an older woman than before, with red-hair also tied up in a bun. All her hair was off her face, showing her brown eyes.

"Can I help you?" The woman looked over her black-rimmed glasses.

"I have an appointment with Mr Turner," Chris stated, "Christopher Perry." The woman looked at her computer screen and then nodded. She looked to the two boys in front of her.

"If you just take a seat right there," she stated, indicating to the seating area just behind her, and then moved over to the intercom, "Mr Turner, I have a Mr Perry here to see you."

"Send him straight in, Trish." Cole Turner's voice was heard over the intercom, causing Chris to look up at the PA.

"You want me to come with you?" Wyatt asked, just before Chris stood up.

"No, I'll be ok in there," Chris nodded, "Be here when I come out?"

"Course."

With that, Chris stood up and walked into through the office door. Wyatt stayed sat on the chair and looked at the PA, who was eyeing him carefully over the top of her glasses. Wyatt's blue eyes slightly widened as he bit his bottom lip and twirled his ring around his finger, wondering what the woman was looking at. He heard her mumble something to herself and then went back to her work. The Halliwell simply rolled his eyes slightly and went on to look at the pictures on the wall.

"Ah, Mr Perry," Cole Turner held out his hand, taking the 18-year-old's and shook his, "Please, take a seat."

Chris smiled softly at the lawyer and sat down in the chair in front of his desk, taking in his features, his green eyes stood out against his slightly tanned complexion and dark brown hair. Chris could clearly see some muscles underneath his pale yellow shirt, which sleeves were rolled up to above his elbows.

Cole sat on his chair, behind his desk, all the paperwork out in front of him. He could see the 18-year-old was nervous and smiled to comfort him.

"Don't worry about it," Cole stated, "I won't bite, I promise." Chris smiled nervously, playing with his fingers that were in his lap. He looked around the office at the various photos, diplomas and pictures darted around while Cole looked into his documents and pulled out two pieces of paper and leaned forward. He handed Chris a piece of paper.

"This is your grandfather's will," Cole stated, "I'm sorry I never got into contact with you earlier about it. I only found out about your grandfather's death two weeks ago and then I had to find the number for your school. I telephoned the number your grandfather gave me, but it had been cut off."

"I sold the apartment just after my grandpa's death," Chris nodded his head, "There was no need for it with being in boarding school and my friend was letting me stay at his house."

"I totally agree," Cole nodded, "No need for the extra worries, son." Chris did not say anything else as he looked at the piece of paper in front of him. There was so much written down, all about what his grandfather was leaving him. The apartment, the contents and everything left in his bank account, but something else caught his attention. A figure of money that must have been mentioned in his parents' will since something about that was mentioned here. Chris stared at the figure of money and then looked up at the lawyer.

"Is this right?"

Cole looked at the boy and nodded his head, "Your grandfather had said to me your parents had left this intended for you on your 21st birthday, but your grandfather wanted to make sure you were going to be financially set if anything happened to him before that date."

Chris looked back at the figure on the sheet of paper and then back at the lawyer, still unsure whether this was true or not. He had never known this money ever existed, let alone the quantity of it.

"I will tell you now," Cole Turner continued, "That I won't be able to get the cheque to you until two days time, I need to get one of my colleagues to counter-sign it with it being a business cheque, but we'll book an appointment for the 5th and you can pick it up and then get it straight into your bank account." Chris had no idea what to say to the lawyer, he just nodded his head, his mind still racing about the sum of money in the will.

"If you take that with you, that's your copy," Cole stated, typing on his computer and then searching through something, "And how does 1pm on the 5th sound for you to pick up the cheque?"

"1pm?" Chris shook himself out of his thoughts and looked at the brown-haired man, "That's fine. I can be here for then."

"Great," Cole smiled and stood up, making Chris stand up too, "I will see you then, then." With that, Chris shook the lawyer's hand and left the room, to find his lover talking to the PA about a photo on the wall.

Wyatt stopped mid-sentence as he realised Chris had walked out of the office, causing the PA to turn around to see him and her boss at the doorway.

"Are you looking at the black and white shot of the twin towers?" Cole asked the blonde haired boy.

"Yeah," Wyatt nodded, "I've never seen this before, it's a great photo."

"They don't make them anymore," Cole shook his head, "I haven't seen the photo for years. I bought it a few years after the towers were destroyed."

"The towers were destroyed?" Wyatt asked, vaguely remember hearing something about it.

"9-11," Cole Turner explained and then saw the realisation dawning on the young man's face, "A tragedy. I still remember where I was on that day and I think I always will."

"Me too." The PA piped up, nodded her head.

"Anyway," Cole shook himself out of his thoughts, "I'll see you in two days, 1pm, Mr Perry." Chris looked at the lawyer and nodded his head and then turned back to his lover, who was now in front of him.

"You ok?" Wyatt asked, "Anything bad in the will?" Chris simply shook his head, still taking in what was in the will. He looked into Wyatt's blue eyes, in shock, as he handed him the sheet of paper with shaky hands.

Wyatt frowned slightly as he looked at the paper, looking at the black typed letters, which slowly gave reasoning to Chris' expression. He looked at the sum of money near the bottom of the page and then looked up at Chris, in complete awe.

"You didn't know about this?" he asked, not letting his gaze leave the green eyes of his lover. Chris slowly shook his head.

"Not a single penny."

ok, I had to give something good back to Chris for all the pain I've caused him. Anyway, you know the drill, click the button and review :D