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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,949
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Paige turned her head at the last minute. The goodnight kiss that had been directed at her mouth slid off her cheek. Her dream date didn’t seem to notice, she inwardly suppressed a sigh as she gathered up her purse.
“So, I’ll call you?” Derek asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
She had been referring to him in her head as Dreadful Derek all night. No, he would not be calling her.
She threw him a causal smile. Nothing too flirty, nothing that’d keep his hopes up anyway. She made a quick exit from the car, leaning into the passenger side to answer his question, “You could. Sure.” She replied, noncommittally.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and half threw himself out of the vehicle, walking around and taking her arm.
“I’ll walk you to your door.”
Paige stiffened, “Uh, okay.” She mumbled. It was too late now to protest.
She paused by the door, making a show of pulling her keys out of her purse lest he try to use this as another opportunity to kiss her.
“So, I’ll see you around, maybe we should-” She started, mercifully interrupted by the door banging open.
“Paige!” It was Phoebe. Her older sister leaned on the doorframe, studying them in what she probably thought was a teasing way. It looked sly and… irritating.
“Did you kids have fun?” She asked, tilting her head and punctuating with a devious smile.
What she was really asking was if Paige was going to invite him in, and possibly upstairs.
Paige’s patience broke. She pushed past her sister, elbowed her out of the way to be specific and stormed into the entranceway. She turned, “No, we didn’t. Thanks for dinner.” She held up her purse, “And for dessert.”
Dessert was profiteroles, probably squished now. She had wrapped them in napkins and hastily loaded them into her bag, eager to get out of the fancy but suffocating restaurant.
She could hear Phoebe apologising to her date as she trekked towards the stairs. A quick peek in the direction of the door showed Phoebe rubbing her date’s arm comfortingly. More like seductively.
She heaved a sigh, climbing up the Manor stairs and making her way to her bedroom. Alone. It figured.
“So, I’ll call you?” Derek asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
She had been referring to him in her head as Dreadful Derek all night. No, he would not be calling her.
She threw him a causal smile. Nothing too flirty, nothing that’d keep his hopes up anyway. She made a quick exit from the car, leaning into the passenger side to answer his question, “You could. Sure.” She replied, noncommittally.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and half threw himself out of the vehicle, walking around and taking her arm.
“I’ll walk you to your door.”
Paige stiffened, “Uh, okay.” She mumbled. It was too late now to protest.
She paused by the door, making a show of pulling her keys out of her purse lest he try to use this as another opportunity to kiss her.
“So, I’ll see you around, maybe we should-” She started, mercifully interrupted by the door banging open.
“Paige!” It was Phoebe. Her older sister leaned on the doorframe, studying them in what she probably thought was a teasing way. It looked sly and… irritating.
“Did you kids have fun?” She asked, tilting her head and punctuating with a devious smile.
What she was really asking was if Paige was going to invite him in, and possibly upstairs.
Paige’s patience broke. She pushed past her sister, elbowed her out of the way to be specific and stormed into the entranceway. She turned, “No, we didn’t. Thanks for dinner.” She held up her purse, “And for dessert.”
Dessert was profiteroles, probably squished now. She had wrapped them in napkins and hastily loaded them into her bag, eager to get out of the fancy but suffocating restaurant.
She could hear Phoebe apologising to her date as she trekked towards the stairs. A quick peek in the direction of the door showed Phoebe rubbing her date’s arm comfortingly. More like seductively.
She heaved a sigh, climbing up the Manor stairs and making her way to her bedroom. Alone. It figured.