Post by StoryGirl83 on Jun 27, 2011 0:46:23 GMT -5
Chapter Two – A Phone Call
It had, in Chris Halliwell’s opinion, been a good morning. He had been sorry that his brother was gone by the time he had awoken, but that was to be expected. Wyatt had told him the night before that he’d be leaving early.
He heard the phone on the wall ringing and strode over to pick it up. “Halliwell.”
“How have you been, stranger?” the voice of his one time friend, David Vandemark.
Chris was stunned. He figured after what happened on his last day at Centennial that would be the last he would hear of David. “David?”
David chuckled. “Yeah, it’s me. Again, how have you been?”
“Busy,” Chris admitted, not sure what had prompted David to call. “You remember Wyatt’s best friend, Seth?”
“Sure,” David agreed, “he and Wyatt used to come down to Centennial to try and steal you away for movie night and other such stuff.”
“Yeah, well,” Chris tried to phrase what he was saying carefully, “he’s been gone for a few months and he came back recently and things have just gotten crazier.”
“In other words, Wyatt’s friend knows about all this . . . magic stuff,” David interpreted.
Chris blinked in surprise. “Well, um.”
“That’s a yes,” David surmised. “Why’d you tell him and not me?”
“I didn’t,” Chris informed him. “And neither did Wyatt if you’re curious. He’s just a part of that world.”
“Oh,” David sounded slightly disappointed. “So how’s it going working for your mom?”
“I like it,” Chris admitted. “I enjoy cooking.”
“Seriously, you are strange,” David teased, “but I guess that’s good that you enjoy cooking since you pretty much do that for a living now. Your other ‘job’ won’t put food on the table.” He paused and asked curiously, “Will it?”
Chris chuckled. “No, David, it won’t.”
“You never know,” David shrugged it off. “I’m new to all this.”
“And you thought it was like Sabrina, the Teenage Witch,” Chris mumbled, remembering Emily’s statement when she first found out.
“Er . . . no,” David sounded confused. “Who’s that?”
“A fictional witch on TV back in the nineties,” Chris informed him. “Not applicable to real life, but sounds slightly along the lines of what you were saying. Someone thought of that example a few weeks ago. Since all I knew was that it was a TV show, I looked it up. That girl had it easy.”
“Says the guy who can turn himself invisible at will,” David retorted.
“Which is not why you called either,” Chris decided.
“Well, no,” David admitted.
“So what’s up?” Chris asked as he settled down on the couch, deciding there was no use standing. This sounded to be a long call.
“I’m thinking of proposing to Rosie,” David informed him, referring to his girlfriend of five months and long time friend, Rose Laughlin.
“Uh,” Chris hesitated, not sure what to say. “Congratulations? Why are you telling me this before her?”
“I just need someone to talk it out with,” David admitted.
“To talk about, right?” Chris questioned, still not sure why he had been chosen to be on the other end if this phone call. He and David had been friends before everything happened in the last few months. When magic had came back and his memories had been messed up he had forgotten everything about David for a couple of weeks. And when he had remembered, nothing had been the same. He was not the same person who had been befriended by David. But then he wasn’t the same person who had went to the past to change history either. He was some sort of combination of the two and sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it felt like the only thing that was real was everything that had happened since that point. He sighed and asked the rest of his question, “Not to talk you out of it, right?”
“No,” David was quick to assure him, “I want to marry her. I just don’t know how to ask.”
“And you thought of me,” Chris stated, more confused than ever. “I don’t exactly have extensive knowledge in that, you know.”
“Look, I know it’s only been a few months since Jamie broke up with you,” David began, “but . . .”
“Janie didn’t break up with me,” Chris informed him. “And it’s been over a year since I broke up with her after she hit on my brother.”
“Wyatt?” David asked, clearly surprised. “But he had a girlfriend.”
“Yeah,” Chris agreed.
“And she had a boyfriend,” David added, clearly not taking this in.
“I’m aware,” Chris stated dryly. “I couldn’t really deal with the fact that my girlfriend was hitting on my big brother.”
“But she was hot,” David protested.
Chris snorted and tried to sound serious as he said, “You’re dating Rose. You want to marry Rose.”
“Yes,” David agreed, sobering up.
“Then, forget my ex,” Chris instructed him. “She’s not worth the trouble.”