Benny's POV

"My…what?" I nearly shouted. Who… Lizzie…. My… what?

"Soulmate. Don't tell me you didn't notice! Especially after that spell you cast."

"Well, yeah but…." I shook my head in slight dismay. One girl, forever? I mean, I like Lizzie and everything, but…. I turned to Ethan, a random thought popping in my head. "If she's my soulmate, does that mean I'll have a shot with her?" Ethan, Sarah and even Rory face-palmed that one.

"Whatever, Romeo." Sarah rolled her eyes at me, and turned to my grandma, searching for answers. And we all needed them.

She just stared back at us, waiting. "Well?" I prompted her.

"Well what? You can't kill them, obviously. You don't have to resort to that every time."

"We…. Don't?" I asked, perplexed. We always killed the evil people; we don't know how not to.

"No, of course not! And they are not evil." She reiterated. "Now, go and talk it out with them!" We just nodded mechanically and went to the door in silence. "Oh, and Rory, hon…." We paused and all turned around, "I think Steph could have a thing for you…."

Rory was all smiles as we walked to Ethan's house. Great.

Steph's POV

Lizzie was pacing the living room and it was driving me insane. "Can you stop?" She just glared at me for a moment, and then carried on with her pace.

I stifled a sigh, and flopped down on the couch. I wish I went with Kate to play some Star Wars video games. Or, who knows? Maybe she's playing Metallica Guitar Hero, or some Nazi Zombies shiz. Anything is better than this.

Where did all our fun go, you ask? Well, Lizzie was looking out the window, so she happened to see the guys and Sarah walking by. Lizzie assumed it was to Benny's house, since they passed here. So, naturally, she ringed up the grandma and told her. Now, she's anxious to hear why they left school to talk to her.

But what business of it is ours? I mean, so what if it's our crushes and cousin? I mean…. I started to pace with her.

A minute or two later, the door opened, and in walked the crew. "My love!" I instantly heard Rory's voice shout, and he ran out to greet me. I rose an eye brow at him as he grabbed me, swung me so I was nearly parallel with the floor, and smashed his lips on mine, emanating a pleasing sensation.

After pulling away, he stared me in my eyes, and then slowly began to smile, making my heart melt, my throat close, and my stomach and toes tingle. I had no idea how I managed to talk, but with eyes still on my Rory, I said to my dear sister, "Lizzie, dude, you should try this! Kissing is great!" And with that, I pulled him forcefully in for more. I don't think he minded much.

Although I was entirely focused on the snogging and such, I still could hear everything that was going on. When you were kissing didn't automatically mean you went deaf. So, I heard when Kate walked into the room, and said, "So, why's Steph making out with a blonde?"

"I'm not sure. I think she prefers them." Lizzie replied analytically and half-heartedly.

"Hmm…. That's weird."

"Agreed."

"Hey, dude."

"Mhm?" Lizzie replied at Kate's evil tone.

"With all this kissing going around…. I dare you to kiss Benny." I pulled back from Rory's kiss, making a half laughing, half gasping sound. She did not! Lizzie follows what she calls the 'Playground Rules'. Pinky promises hold true, prank people who prank you, and always follow dares. Kate knows this. Kate knows Lizzie likes Benny. Kate just moved up ten slots on my Awesome-o-meter.

Lizzie was so red in the face, I honest to god thought she was going to explode. I couldn't help looking at Benny as well. He had an eye brow raised, not quite sure what was going to happen. Eyes, trained on Lizzie as she strode towards Benny, I gracefully pulled me and Rory down to the ground, to sit and watch. That was probably the most elegant thing I've ever done in my life.

"Um—" Benny started to say, when Lizzie put both of her hands on the side of his face and forced his head down to hers, where their lips met. I could tell Benny, Ethan and Sarah were all shocked at that, but then slowly, Benny's arms crept around her waist.

As they were making out, I turned to Kate, and saw she was watching in an amused, evil, playful face. "Kate." I said to her, and she glanced at me with a 'What-do-you-want?' expression. "I dare you to kiss Ethan."

She watched my face to see if I was joking. "No! He's my cousin!"

"No he isn't. You're like our sister, but there is nothing official tying your family to ours." I corrected.

She glared at me, and then shrugged. "Eh, why the hell not?"

As Kate went over to kiss my cousin, I pulled Rory in. And for a moment, all three witches had our men. But too soon, I heard Liz pull away. Mostly, from the stuttering apology I was hearing. Annoyed, I pulled away from the ecstasy exploding in my mouth to watch her.

"I-I'm sorry. That should not have happened. And I mean, um, that was wrong. Really good, but really, really wrong. It was… You're staring at me. Why are you staring at me? I'm leaving, sorry, bye, sorry!" She said in a blur, and she dashed up the stairs, face red and was it just me, or did I see a silver tear?

"Yeah, I shouldn't have done that either. But you're a good kisser, by the way." Kate said nonchalantly, and went to go get our sis.

And suddenly, that's when the interrogation begins.

Lizzie's POV

"Holy shiz, holy shiz, holy shiz…." I couldn't stop saying that. I was literally shaking, and for some reason, my arms were flapping at my face, as if trying to cool it down. I could feel the heat radiating off of it, and could only imagine what I look like.

Suddenly, Kate got a hold of me and shook me hard. "LIZZIE!" She screamed in my face. I paused, heart still beating fast.

"Um, yes?"

"Get a grip! It's no big deal."

"Y-yeah, I know, but this is how I cope. Freak now, act cool later. This, you should know!" I snapped at her, and continued pacing and flapping, but ceased in the talking.

Kate sighed, and after a moment, my mind—thank god—distracted me with a slight itsy-bitsy detail. "Wait, didn't you technically lock-lips with your cousin?"

She instantly went on defense, saying, "Didn't you technically lock-lips with your cousin's best friend?" I moaned dreadfully, and then my head fell in my hands, and I plopped down on my butt, right in the middle of Ethan's room. Which he and He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named might enter any minute.

"We gotta get out of here." I stated.

"I think that's the most logical thing I've heard you say in a while."

"Can you get our brooms, I feel like doing this old style."

Kate chuckled at my request, and grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. "If I'm going, you're going with me."

"How'd I figure?" I sighed, and we moved to the stairs.

We clasped hands, and then we recited:

"In the darkness,

In the light,

As long as we are,

We're out of sight." And once that spell was cast, we silently moved down the stairs. We had to make it to the backyard, where all our tools were, hidden under the tree.

But as we passed the living room, we paused behind the wall.

"Are you witches?"

"Yes."

"Are you evil?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I love you're eyes."

"Thanks." That was the basis of Rory and Steph's conversation. Her spilling every little secret about us, and him getting caught off track with my sister's siren-like beauty.

'Steph!' I shouted in my mind. 'Don't tell them about my pictures or our powers! I'm warning you, no commanding you as High Priestess, don't do it!' I told her in my mind, and then pushed it into hers.

"What's with these pictures?" I heard Ethan move and ask her. Kate and I risked it by looking around the corner. Ethan was standing behind Rory, who was sitting crossed leg across from Steph on the floor. He was holding—hold it, my sketch pad? What the…! I was glaring at him, willing him to burn, but I thankfully didn't have that power.

"Oh, them? I'm not sure, Lizzie never lets anyone see them. Why are you so special?" She snapped, looking him up and down, and I almost giggled, when I realized he had some of Kate's red lipstick on him, and his hair was ruffled, probably from her hands. But she would have my head if she noticed I was laughing at her expense.

"I'm not. Well, I mean, I am special, but not…. Never mind. I took it and looked through it. She doesn't know I have it."

"So that brings us back to, what the heck is it?" Sarah asked Steph impatiently.

"Um, I suppose its Liz's sketches. She's an amazing artist. She won tons of awards for it back home. And she has an over-active imagination, she that might be a factor as well." And I knew, and she knew and Kate knew that that was jack. Mostly, because besides when I was in the trance, I cannot draw at all. Even my stick-figures were a bit sketchy. I mean, if I look at something, and then draw it, it's pretty okay, but something right from my mind? You have to be kidding me.

"Oh…." Ethan said, pulling back from the bust.

"Are there any powers you're willing to tell us about?" Sarah asked Steph. Rory was playing with my sister's liquid fire hair, and she was smiling down at him.

"Nope, not really." Was her distant reply. And so, for a few minutes, Sarah, Ethan and sometimes Rory questioned my sister about us.

I tensed. Wait… why wasn't Benny interrogating her as well? My eyes flicked over to him, and I saw he was watching us. My eyes widened, and forget about my blush creeping, it was there full blast. He noticed this, and he gave me a faint smile before turning back to the interrogation.

I pulled back, and looked at Kate to find she was already backing up. I followed her to the back and out the door, into the cool Canadian air. We made our way around back, and to the tree, which we easily dug up our tools. It was all quiet, until she said, "He's not a nark, so that's a good thing."

I tilted my head to glare at her, but then went back to brushing off dirt from my small mahogany box, which was spelled to hold anything I wish, no matter how big. You remember Grandma Maggie's bag from Halloween Town? Yeah, like that.

"No, no, I mean that as a good thing. I wouldn't want my boyfriend to rat on me."

I sighed, and she got the hint. We pulled out our brooms, called on wind, and stood still for a moment, taking in each other's presence. For reasons unbeknownst to me, whenever we call on elements, or do a circle, or do any big spell, tattoos appear on us. One for each element. Right now, all we had was an air, or wind, tattoo on our right wrist. It was basically three blue swirls that connected to each other and had a small triangle in the middle. The breeze stirred up when I lifted my hand, and Kate and I ran for a moment, and with a jump, we got on our brooms, and we were soaring through the sky.

Beware, the witches are out.