Hi peoples! This is the next chapter. Just want to let you know this was written right after Raven I, it's Rosalyn that was holding it all up. (Liar! Okay, I did have writer's block, but you took about a month to type this thing!) Ah well, what I pay for friendship, no sleep, and eternal weirdness...a horrible price: a woman with writer's block! (In all fairness to the woman presently unreachable, it did take me forever to type.) Any way, onto the chapter.

Disclaimer: Oh please, you don't know how awful Charmed would be if I owned it!

The ring tone is a song from "Music and Lyrics".

It has been weeks since the last time she saw Bryan. She got into an argument with Roxy and Rose over Bryan staying at the house. He is on a business trip and she can't shimmer to him.

Patty,

This sucks! It's been days since I last talked to B and weeks since I've actually seen him. I feel like crap. Like withdrawal. It's depressing. I'm depressing. Floosh! He's like a total drug. Why should I go to a therapist to 'talk about my problems'? That's what Roxy said. Ha! She has problems of her own with that crazy boyfriend of hers! I swear if she comes home with bruises one more time! Any way that's what cellmates are for. There are now six; yes I said six, crac-apples living in one peanut apartment! Psychos! So we have a whitelighter-fine. Don't they have clouds to sleep on? So great, sleep on my couch. But then CHRIS! Ahhh! Why us? Cole- would've been a yes, but Chris? No! Rosalyn and Roxy were upset that I had Bryan in my room, but when Chris asked to stay Roxy agreed immediately. Now Rose sleeps with Roxy. She said she'd rather sleep with me, but with Bryan in my room all the time...I don't see what their problem is-I'm an adult, I pay rent. As long as Paolo doesn't know it won't hurt him.

I don't know what to do. This is making me crazier than I already am! I have my Indian music playing, but Japanese is blasting under my door, the keyboard is being played, Roxy is practicing her bagpipes, one of the men is singing. It's not just our apartment, either; Mrs. Downstairs has been playing Elvis, Johnny Cash, and The Supremes in a loop. Mr. Next-door can't keep his trumpet quiet, and Miss Upstairs has been blasting Pussy Cat Dolls in between playing her flute! Cheesecakes kill; kill me now. I think I'm going to go out for a jog. I can't wait to spend some time together; I hope I can make it Saturday.

Love ya Patty Brown!

Rae.

I hit send, and then got up from my computer. I began to change into my jogging clothes. I had just taken off my shirt and thrown it over my shoulder when I heard: "Rae, we have another de-" The sentence was cut-off and muffled. I spun around, wearing only my skimpy purple bra on top, to see Andy standing there holding the shirt he had just pulled off his face.

"Oh Purple Frog." I said in a mostly calm voice, just slightly shocked. He stared at my face, knowing he shouldn't look down, and he was stuttering.

"Umm-uh…er-ah…" He glanced down. "Whoa."

"Really? Ugg!" I slapped myself in the forehead. "Okay, " I said when I had regained my composure-still topless. "Eyes up here." I told him, indicating my face. Just then I heard the knob of the door turning and:

"Mom?" I ran to hide behind Andy, who straightened out to block my whole body from view. I was in a very bad, sorry state – hiding from a child. If he saw me-who knows? First he would have seen Caesar and Tutu, and secondly it would have looked like we-Andy and I…which we weren't. Paolo walked in saying, "Mom, can you explain sex to me?" He saw Andy "Oh, sorry."

"Hey sweetie! Andy and I were just discussing the next demon." I spoke over Andy's shoulder. "Umm sex- why do you want to know?"

"No reason really, just heard it."

"Do you really need to know?" I asked. I didn't really want to discuss this, especially not hiding behind Andy.

"I guess not. I'll ask Dylan tomorrow." He started to turn.

"No wait!" I figured we'd have to talk about it sometime, and I certainly wouldn't hand him a book like our mother had for me. Plus it'd probably be better if he heard it from me. With my luck Dylan would be a thought projector and project what he remembered from a movie right into the classroom. "Okay, well…see…when two people love each other-"

"Whoa, whoa. That's not how we do it." Andy said. I was shocked, but then started cracking up. Andy turned pink and said, "I can't believe I just said that!"

Paolo walked out. I guess he knew I wasn't going to stop for a while. Hmmm…maybe I should try a book. Meanwhile I was still cracking up, and lost balance. I grabbed Andy around the waist to try to stay up, but it only pulled him on top of me as we fell onto the bed. By then, he was laughing also.

Through my hysteria I heard the door open once again, this time announcing Roxy's presence.

"OHMYGOD!" she shouted and covered her eyes as she ran from the room. Andy, who was lying next to me, and I looked at each other and started laughing all over again. I almost fell off the bed, but he grabbed me and I ended up with my head on his chest, still shaking with uncontrollable laughter.

Rose shimmered in and had her eyes "covered". "Sorry. I'm not looking, I just need a brush." I rolled my eyes to show Andy that she had nothing but spying on her mind. Suddenly she ripped her hand off of her eyes, right when Andy and I had managed an almost calm, and screams: "Raven! When did you get a belly ring?! You never told us!" Three sets of eyes stared at my belly, as even Roxy walked in from her post eaves-dropping at the door. I had in a sexy, dangly sort of belly ring.

After an uncomfortable silence, Andy said: "I like it. It's pretty."

"Thanks. I got it right before we left The City." I told him, referring to Manhattan. He tried to touch it, and I told him not to, or I'd touch him back. I ran my fingers on his stomach. He was ticklish. He tried to tickle me back, but I'm not ticklish. When he ran his hands along my skin, though, it gave me shivers.

He flipped over, on top of me, and at every touch my heart flip-flopped. I realized how dangerous of a situation this was and began to sit up, but his lips touched mine and I needed to kiss back. He put his hands around my waist and lowered me back onto the bed as we deepened the kiss.

Finally we stopped. I removed myself from his arms and made a run for the bathroom. Roxy and Rose must have left the room shortly after I started tickling him, because they were nowhere to be seen.

When I got to the bathroom, I sat don on the floor and cried. I cried because I felt like I could become attached and lose everything all over again. I cried because no matter what I couldn't convince myself that Andy was permanent. I cried because of how unfair I'd acted toward Andy. I should have never led him on.

(That's right you shouldn't have! Sorry. Just kidding. Anyway, have you ever thought that that is kind of out of character…for both of you, actually. Anyway, to the readers, Rosalyn…what is it, III?... should be up very soon. A week or two. Just have to tweak it a little. Bye!)