Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, only this idea, and part of it isn't even my idea, because I got the idea off of something in America's Next Top Model! Ok, I'll shut up now...

Yes, so new story. I've been holding back tons of ideas (some of which I'm glad I haven't written down because they suck!) but now I'm ready to burst! I have to get this one down on paper (or Word) because it's burning a hole in my brain. So, here's the FULL summary.

Summary: They don't know my past. They know nothing about me. They call me names and outcast me, but they have no clue what I've been through. They never will. And I watch him laugh and joke and have fun and I remember the last time I did. The last time I had fun. But does he have the slightest idea that he is the only one I want to see when I wake up? The only one I live for?

This is an excerpt from my wonderful latest story.

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"Leo, what do you want?" I asked him, who was standing at my locker. Phoebe's eyes widened. She had obviously heard of Leo.

"I want to talk," he said sincerely. Did I trust him, after what he did to me? I shook my head, but Phoebe squeezed my hand.

"Leo, I don't WANT to talk. This is your mistake, and you've got to live with the consequences," I told him. He closed his eyes.

"That's not what I want to talk about. There's something else," Leo answered. My mind drew a blank.

"Oh. About what?" I asked. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away, much to Phoebe's protest.

"I want a date with your friend," he told me. I shook my head. "Please Piper."

"No, do it yourself. I'm not getting involved," I said. He pleaded. He begged. "Ask her yourself! I'm not a messenger." I yanked my wrist away from him and went back to Phoebe. "I need to talk to you." I dragged her around the corner.

"What's up?" she asked. I took a deep breath and thought about how to say this.

"Leo used me. Pretended to like me, dated me for the kicks. For the pleasure of his friends. He told me he loved me and then I heard him talking to his friends saying that it was just a joke. That's why I'm bitter," I explained. Her face was taut with anger.

"That's so mean!" she exclaimed. I nodded. She grasped my hand. "I understand. He is a jerk. You don't have to explain anything else." She kissed my hand and we went back to my locker. Leo was still standing there, waiting. I pushed him aside and opened my locker and grabbed my books. I slammed it shut.

"Phoebe, right?" he asked. Phoebe ignored him and grabbed one of the books I was reading for English. She flipped it over to read the back, biting her lip.

"We read this in my old school," Phoebe said. "I hated it." I nodded, meaning I did too. "What do you think of Jane?" I shook my head.

"Do you want to go on a date?" Leo blurted. Phoebe "realized" that he was here. She raised her eyebrows high, thoroughly surprised.

"Me? A date? Am I a joke, or is it real?" she asked. Leo opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "No way. After what you did? I wouldn't in a million years. Thanks for the offer though." Phoebe placed the book under my arm and we walked away and I felt his burning gaze looking longingly at me.

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"Hey Phoebe!" I heard someone call behind us. We turned and saw Prue. "Oh, hey Piper. Didn't recognize you. Where are you guys headed?" She pushed her hair away from her face.

"Oh, we're headed over to Piper's. But we're gonna stop for ice cream. Wanna join?" she asked. I tried to keep my face still, but Prue knew I was not interested.

"Uh, Piper, is that ok?" she asked. I guess Prue wasn't that bad. She was polite. She stuck her pinky into her jeans pocket. I couldn't say no.

"Uh, yeah, fine," I heard myself say. Prue smiled. "You have your own car right?" She nodded. "Do you want to take yours or mine?"

"Uh, let's take yours. I'm coming back here for the game tonight," she answered. Phoebe slapped her forehead.

"That's today? Damn it, I was gonna go!" she exclaimed. Prue gave her a sympathetic look. It was Friday and I had wanted to just listen to my brooding music. But it didn't look like that was going to happen.

"We can go. I don't mind," I choked out. This would be my first football game. I was not going to enjoy it. Prue looked me up and down.

"Not like that you're not. You are getting a total makeover," she said. I opened my mouth to protest, but she held up her hand. "Let's go." She grabbed mine and Phoebe's hands. With a squeak of protest, we were off.

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"Ok, we'll start with...hair. No offense, but black's not your color. And you need a little trim. Maybe more," Prue said. She turned her car into the salon. Piper trudged out, followed by Phoebe and Prue.

"Don't look so down, Piper!" Phoebe exclaimed. "This is going to be SO much fun. I love makeovers. If you feel any better, I'll do it with you? Are you worried about the money?"

"No, but I don't know how I'm going to pay for any of this," I muttered darkly. Phoebe patted my back.

"I'll pay. As you know, my family's pretty well off. They don't care what I do with the money," Prue said. I bit back a sharp reply. We walked into the salon. Prue went over to the manager, pointed at us, and they came over.

"Ok, so all you guys need a makeover?" he asked. I knew immediately that he was gay. But he looked like someone I know... We all nodded, but I was reluctant. Did I really want to do this? Well, too late.

As he walked away, I had to ask. "Who is that guy and how do you know him?" Prue sighed and looked back at him.

"My brother. We both look like our mother. He got out of college, to be a cosmotoligist, much to my parents' protests, and started this business. Him and my parents don't talk much. I'm all he's got left."

"I'm so sorry," Phoebe said. I tried to feel her sympathy, and I did, a little. But...I couldn't. I had lost much more and I don't think that I could ever feel anyone else's feelings. "Piper, what's on your mind? I know something terrible has happened. Just tell us." I had to tell them. I had told Leo. I was falling apart. My heart barrier was breaking. And it was all thanks to him.

"I'll tell you in the car, promise," I said. It was time to move on. It was time to shed the black, as much as it comforted me, and expressed my feelings. But it was time to find friends and love. I missed Paige, but she wouldn't want me to waste my life away. It was finally time to grant her wishes.

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A little longer. Yay, Piper's ready to try! Thanks to Prue, Phoebe, and Leo! Please review, and this one is also dedicated to SinderfullShocker. I'll update as soon as I can.

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