Truly Charmed (Part 3/3)

Truly Charmed

"No stop it! Stop!" I squirmed, giggling.

I was tangled in all of the sheets and Chris was poking me in sensitive parts of my body that made squirm. He came out from under the sheets laughing and smiling.

He leaned over me, both of us tangled in this nasty bed in a cheap motel. It hadn't been what we totally expected but I was with him and there were no elders to say otherwise.

It had been almost four weeks since we decided to leave. Every day was struggle, constantly travelling around and staying in motels. I knew it was taking a toll on Chris. I knew that he could still hear his family calling out his name, hoping for him to orb in and hug them. I can tell by the way his face drops.

I tell him all the time to just drop in and tell them he's okay. But he refused. So they all decided to take matters into their own hands. Scrying for us, sending elders for us. We almost got caught when I saw Wyatt walk into a diner as I was putting gas in the car. He looked awful. He had bags under his eyes and he looked stressed. I suppose Piper and Leo look ten times worse.

But Chris has been driving an orbing us all over the United States. We even went to Paris for a few hours. I've seen the Eiffel Tower, the worlds largest ball of twine, the Statue of Liberty and Hollywood boulevard. But I know that home is the one place where we both wanted to be the most.

He hovered over me, smiling.

"You know I've been thinking about having pasta for dinner." He said.

"Pasta? We don't even have a stove." I laughed.

"I didn't say having pasta here. What about somewhere warm, with air conditioning and a view of the Leaning Tower of Pisa." He winked.

I began to laugh. He then lowered himself down and kissed me. I giggled as he laughed himself. I felt him pull away and I retreated and like at his face. He was frowning with hurt eyes trying not to get distracted.

They were calling...

"Don't you think it's time to go back? They're terrified that we're not safe." I told him playing with his hair.

He cleared his throat and shook his head. He then got up off of me and paced around the room.

"What are they saying?" I asked pushing myself up.

"It's my Mom. She's crying." He said with pained eyes.

I wrapped the sheets around my body and then sat up.

"We really need to go back." I told him.

"Why?" He asked stubbornly.

"You're family are being stretched too thin Chris. Think about how they're feeling? We're vulnerable out here and they don't know what's happened to us." I explained to him.

"My Aunt phoebe and Pandora would have had premonitions. Plus if they're scrying for us they know we're alive." He said.

"Chris, seriously. You're family are in pieces. Why don't you want to go back?" I asked.

He stared at the floor. He then lifted his head and stared at me.

"Because I don't want to loose you." He sounded pained but gentle.

"How would you loose me?" I laughed at his ridiculousness.

"Because the elders are bound to be there and...and Wyatt is there.." His voice trailed off.

Wyatt..he was worried about Wyatt...

I got up off of the bed and then walked over to him.

"Listen." I began and took ahold of his hand. "You are not going to loose me. Ever. I chose you. Not Wyatt. Not anyone else. You."

He averted his eyes away from me as I spoke to him.

"Explain that to the elders." He spat.

He grabbed him by the face and then turned his head to face me.

"The elders will understand. Just like they did with you're parents. If my feelings for Wyatt were stronger than my feelings for you then I wouldn't be standing here, naked, in a bed sheet in a motel in Nebraska right now." I joked.

He half smiled. He took hold of my hands and pulled them down from his face.

"So can we go home now?" I asked him.

He nodded. He then forced a smile and rubbed my arms.

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Chris and I had gathered all of our things and put them in a huge pile by the motel bed. I was brushing my hair which had grown even longer than before. I tied it up in a pony tail so it was out of my way. I had put on my red long sleeve top and my light grey jeans.

Chris came through the door. He was wearing a grey long sleeve shirt, dark jeans and boots.

"I just left a note on the managers desk." He said.

I put my boot on over my jeans and then stood up.

"Ready?" I asked walking over to him.

"Ready."

Chris put one hand on our luggage and then took my hand in the other. The room filled with orbs and I felt light and airy.

Suddenly we were standing in the attic of the manor. Then seven pairs of eyes turned around and glared directly at the pair of us...