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Chris groaned. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed, the sun would go away.

But more rational part of his brain told him he had to get up or he would miss class.

Groaning again, he rolled out of bed.

He grabbed some clothes, pulled them on, and rushed downstairs.

He ran into the kitchen reached out out one hand and a bagel flew into it. He was halfway out of the room when he heard an amused voice sat, "You do know that It's Saturday, right?"

He turned to see his blonde-haired brother, eating a bowl of cereal.

"You know, when they prophesized your birth, I bet they didn't know you were so annoying."

Wyatt grinned. "Well I'm twice-blessed. They probably didn't wantto add in that little detail, because Mom might have killed me at birth. The world needs me to much."

Chris turned away with a snarl disgusted with his older brothers ego.

"I'm going out."

"Out where?" called a voice from the stairs.

Chris sighed, and turned tosee his mother Piper descending the stairs.

"Mom, I'm 20. I don't need your permission to go places anymore."

"Like hell you do. If you don't want me to blow you up."

Chris chuckled and turned towards the door, knowing there was no chance that she would attack him.

Piper stared after him sadly.

What happened to the good old days when he thought she was actually going to attack him?

They grow up so fast, she thought shaking her head as she did so. She stalked into the kitchen to find her sister Paige laughing with her son.

"Paige, I could've have sworn you were upstairs in bed."

Paige colored slightly. "Well I came down the stairs really quietly."

"While I was standing there threateningChris. I know you orbed so just admit it."

Paige replied, patiently, "I thought we agreed Piper, orbing down to breakfast does not count as personal gain. You're just being your personal-gain-conscious-self, but you really need to loosen up."

Piper plodded over to the fridge, knowing her sister was right, but too proud to admit it.

"Where's Phoebe?" she asked, pulling the out the OJ.

"She said was going to work. But rumor has it," Paige smirked at Wyatt, "that she is having breakfast with a handsome stranger."

Piper laughed. "She and Coop are married, and they're still going on secret dates?"

"Apparently," Wyatt said standing up and putting his bowl in the sink and waving his hand. There was a flurry of blue orbs and the bowl was sparkling clean.

Piper narrowed her eyes, "That was most definitely personal gain."

Paige made a quick mental note not to do that particular trick in front of Piper.

But, Wyatt said, "Sorry Mom, I've got work today. I'm late."

Piper sighed and waved him out.

Paige giggled.

"What is it?"

"I guess you didn't know its Saturday."