A/N: So school's been hectic, but I'll try to upload every few days because, well, let's face it, I cannot stop writing this fic!
So I soon learned that the Charmed ones was more then just witchcraft. Piper had two kids, Wyatt and Chris, and Phoebe was on the hunt for a man, and she wrote an advice column. Piper worked at a nightclub, and Paige was a social worker when she wasn't being a whitelighter. Also, another witch lived here! Her name was Billie Jenkins, and I got to meet her a little after Piper arrived. I was mesmerized by her. Not only did she look stunning, but her voice practically made me jizz my pants!
I mentally slapped myself. You are a lady! You can't have her! I thought. That made me both sad and angry. I wanted her really badly. Paige went up to me soon after Billie went to do homework. "You haven't taken your eyes off her." Paige pointed out. I blushed. "She's attractive..I can't really help it.." I said. "I want to get to know her." "Billie is an amazing woman. Who knows, maybe she will like you." Paige gave me a spark of hope. I felt like shrieking, but I didn't. I cursed myself for wanting to do something so feminine.
Piper soon walked in. "Your food's ready." she told me. As soon as she said this, many exquisite aromas filled the air. My mouth watered. I thanked her and quickly followed my nose to the tempting smell. I could hear Phoebe, who, was in her room working, "Piper now your making me hungry!" I chuckled. Billie soon joined in. "Holy crap! How can you expect me to concentrate!?" was her comment. She said this as I sat down, and by now I was seriously laughing.
Once I took a good look at the table, my heart stopped. My eyes widened, my jaw dropped, and no words would come out of my mouth. Piper was standing by the entrance that separated the kitchen and the hallway. "What do ya think?" she asked me, smiling. "I think that's alot of food.." I answered, sounding utterly speechless. There was garlic bread, fried chicken, baked potatoes, mixed vegetables, and even cookies! As out of placed the cookies seemed, I didn't really care. "Not to sound rude," I began, but then I decided to use sarcasm, "But there's this really cool thing called a SNACK. It's so you don't make so much food you'll make me explode!"
Piper laughed. "I couldn't help myself. I'm a chef and I want you to fully enjoy my cooking." she replied. I didn't expect that reaction, at least not from her, but at least she wasn't mad! "Do you think you and your sisters can help me eat all this?" I asked her, placing one of each food on my plate. As unrealistic as it seemed, I was expecting them to be eavesdropping and just come swarming over. I snickered at both the thought, and the fact that I sounded so ridiculous, and possibly paranoid. "Sure, but what's so funny?" she asked curiously, her brow raised. "It's stupid, trust me. I believe it's what you call 'an overactive imagination.' " I quoted the phrase 'overactive imagination.' I heard footsteps clanging on the stairs. Multiple footsteps. "Okay, try me." she replied. "Fine. When I asked about having some help," I cut my potato, "I was thinking that maybe Paige, Phoebe, and Billie were secretly listening for that an just come running..or orbing, in Paige's case." I then took a bite. I felt like I was dragged out of hell and thrown into heaven. Piper giggled, and soon enough, Billie, Paige, and Phoebe walked in. They eyed the food hungrily. "They seem to be proving your theory, too." Piper joked. I tried holding back a grin.
"Piper, your food tastes like heaven. I mean literally, I feel like I've been pulled out of hell itself and just thrusted into heaven." I complimented as I continued to eat. I turned to the girls who looked like they would jump on me at any second. "Without killing yourselves.." I joked, "Would you like to help me eat all this?" "Yes!" Paige exclaimed a she sat across from me. Phoebe said the same thing, less loudly, and sat next to Paige. "Hell yeah I will!" Billie sounded the most excited and sat next to me. I wondered if Paige had telepathy, and if she could send her thoughts around. Maybe she told Billie to sit next to me. Whatever the cause of that was, weather it be Paige, a coincidence, or simply inevitability, I was grateful. "So, Billie," I managed to have some ability to talk to her, "If you need help with your homework and stuff, please tell me. I'm pretty good with academics." Gah! I hope I wasn't blushing! She smiled. That alone made me melt. "Sure thing, I do need some help with my math. Not today, though." she told me. Math, the most annoying subject ever. "I'll do my best to help you, then." I settled.