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The next memory smelled of chlorine. It was hot and muggy. Piper began to sweat right away. However, despite the uncomfortable surroundings, the atmosphere that surrounded her made up for it. A lively crowd cheered in the stands. Piper was on deck, stuck in a mob of swimmers. Two of which, she recognized. Her Whitelighter was waiting behind the timers in Jammers, listening to his friend's music. The bleached blonde boy had chosen his favorite pump up song for his best friend. The fair haired boy seemed so familiar. It was itching to Piper. Chris pulled out the headphones and got ready to race. As he stood on the block, the intensity in his gaze at the water made Piper shiver. Every muscle in his body was carefully sculpted to be on that stand. He was at home.

"Kill it, kicker." The blonde boy smiled at Chris, who was stretching his shoulder. Piper was in such a state of shock from hearing the word kicker she blurred the entire event. It felt as if the buzzer went off after Chris finished. The team was in hysteria. He had broken the school record, again. He pulled himself out of the pool and was attacked by overjoyed teammates, yet he held anything but the excitement. His gaze was locked in on an empty seat, in the section specifically reserved for the parents of the varsity team. Someone knocked into him, trying to rally him up in the excitement. He gave a weak smile and shook his coaches hand before sprinting for the locker room. Although she felt intrusive, Piper followed behind him. He yanked his towel down and hit the locker. Chris rubbed the towel over his hair and rest it on his shoulders before sitting on the bench. He could hear the roaring sound of the bleachers get louder as someone opened the door. His head shot up.

"Kicker, hey! That was incredible!" Stan congratulated.

"He promised to be here." Chris gritted through his teeth. "Why did I even believe him?"

"Hey, he's not worth it. Don't let him ruin your race, Chris. Besides, you've got me, and the rest of the team. We stick together, always. Teammates for life, man. That's family. You can count on us, Kicker." Stan sat down across from Chris on the other side of the u-shaped benches. "Come on, lets get back out there. It's you, me, Max, and John in the final relay. We need our anchor. Don't bail on us. We need you. Take your anger out on the water and kick."

Piper was watching in awe. Could this innocent teenager really grow up to let his best friend die? Chris smiled in the memory and head hugged his best friend before going back out. The doorway to the pool led her into another memory. She felt uneasy as the space around her took the shape of her own home. There was an obvious party going on. Piper thought about the possibility of Chris knowing Wyatt, in which she had some serious questioning to ask. The last memory took place in her old school. Had they gone to school together?

"My man! Chris! Over here!" A voice called out over the music. The memory Chris looked away from the girl he was currently talking to in order to see what was going on. His friend Pat, who was a brunette boy in a lacrosse jersey, pulled on his arm. Chris sort of shrugged him off and continued to flirt with the girl until Pat just pulled him away.

"What the hell man?" Chris broke free and shrugged his shoulders.

"Bros before hoes man, and I, a bro, am in need of a partner better than Rick." Pat finished his beer and placed it on the stair. Chris rolled his eyes and followed his friend over to the table, which was carefully set up for beer pong.

"Alright, but your drinking after the first couple. I've to up early tomorrow and I don't need a hangover." He irritably grabbed the ball from his opponent, and current champ, Wyatt. Piper took in the sight of her full-grown boy laughing and having a good time.

"Fine by me." Pat had a grin on his face and tossed first. It went a bit to far to the left and he took a sip. Wyatt made the shot perfectly and smiled. Piper on the other hand was getting mad at her son, clearly breaking the law. Chris grabbed the bottle and took a swing. The game went on pretty even until Chris' cell lit up and he answered it, momentarily pausing the game.

"Hey, dad." Chris said, trying to block out the noise behind him. Wyatt's face fell and studied Chris' conversation intensely. "So tomorrow, what do you have planned? I was thinking we could go to the game or- wait what? Dad… You said- I know it's important, but so is this, I mean… tomorrow? It's my birthday… i know… yeah…whatever, I knew it was too good to be true… yeah, I understand… I'll tell him you say hi… bye."

"Chris I-" Wyatt saw Chris trying to hold back the tears that were coming. He hesitated in going towards his brother, leaving Wyatt with one hand reached towards him.

"s'fine… I'm fine. Let's just, let's just keep playing… alright?" Chris avoided Wyatt's concerned look for the remainder of the game. Pat didn't seem to notice anything but that Chris wasn't letting him drink his share anymore. Piper had ambivalence inside her. On one hand, she wanted to smile at how much her son seemed to care about Chris, but on the other she knew something had just happened to Chris. She was so caught up in watching Wyatt she missed Chris leave the room. She searched for him frantically through her own home, horrified by the condition it was in. She found him in the upstairs bathroom gripping the edge of the sink.

There was blood running down his arm and a razor in the sink. Piper brought her hand to her mouth in shock. Chris was hunched over it, frustrated at himself and his father. She could sense he was regretting his recent decision and was giving himself shit for it. He rinsed off his shaking arm and butterfly bandaged it after cleaning the sink before he pulled his sleeve back down and grabbed a bottle of JD and orbed to the flat part of the roof. Piper was fast enough to grab onto him mid orb and was transported there. She was so caught up in his pain she didn't even have time to question how he could orb as a teenager. She couldn't believe the amount of suffering she had seen in the last three scenes. As the next memory started, her stomach churned as she thought of what could possible come.