Title: Problem Paige

Summary: 17-year old Paige is absorbed in life, love, angst, attitude and rebellion, but when normal teenage turmoil is turned upside down by something she can't explain, has she pushed her family too far?

A/NOkay, so basically all four sisters were brought up together and still live in the Manor (Paige wasn't given up for adoption) but they still lost their Mom and Grams. In this story Prue, 24, Piper, 21, Phoebe, 19 and Paige, 17, and you might find Andy, Leo, Glen and Kyle somewhere in the mix. Is there magic…well, you have to read!

Disclaimer: Everything to do with Charmed Not mine!

Chapter 1: Just Friends?

Wow. The door had slammed into the frame so hard that it had bounced back, leaving it slightly ajar. Although I was seething, my curiosity got the better of me and I stayed to listen outside the room.

"Leave it Prue, there's no use talking to her until she's calmed down" Sweet Piper, always the peacemaker, mediating between me and my 'I'm-queen-of the-world' sister. It's a shame that eventually she'll take Prue's side of course…'cause if it's happened a hundred times before, why won't it happen again.

"I can't believe her Piper…" Prue sounds pissed off. Is it so bad that I get a kick out of it?

I can see Phoebe looking into her spaghetti rather intently, concentrating hard on whatever mouthful she's chewing at this moment. She takes a big gulp of her glass of water before breaking the silence, "Look Prue, she's just going through the same stuff that I did, y' know. If I can come out on the other side and get into college, Paigey will too. Give her some time."

Traitor.

I can't believe it.

Well now I guess it's just me. No more Phoebe and Paige against the world, no more gamesto see who can annoy the big bad sisters the most. Ever since Phoebe went off to UC, she's had a complete personality makeover. Of course, now, she's grown up enough to join Piper and Prue's sisterly fold. Unfortunately that leaves little old Paige: rebel, proverbial black sheep and half-sister. I should have seen it coming.

"I hope so Pheebs, Piper and I are so proud of you" Oh Great, spare me the ceremony. "C'mon lets get these dishes started"

I don't want to listen to any more of this. Anyhow, the clinking of crockery and glasses means that it is pretty much time for me to scarper.

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The soaring chorus and guitar chords blast out of the stereo. As I lie on my bed, it feels like they wash over me like a waterfall. The ceiling got boring after a while, so I entertain myself, eyes closed: let the imagination show begin…

"PAIGE!" I do my best, but soon I can't ignore the incessant knocking that persists at my door.

I have to stretch to shut off my stereo "What?"

"Thank you"

Heaving myself off my bed I go to sit at my dresser. My dark hair still hangs fairly tidily around my face, I run my fingers through it though, it's the messy look I'm after. Prue and Piper keep threatening to take me to a hairdresser to cut my fringe shorter. Over my dead body, they're just jealous that my hair is pretty without any of that hairdresser nonsense. Satisfied with that, I slick some gloss on my lips and rim my eyes with the kohl pencil. Perfect.

I head out the front door not even caring that it's past 9pm.

There's only one place that I'm headed.

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"Hey, P-girl. What's up?" I can't help but smile as he opens the door, leaning casually on the frame. His baggy trousers hang off his hips and he is wearing his favourite t-shirt with an electric guitar on the front. A black beanie hat covers the cute mop of brown hair that I know is underneath. I've known Glen since forever. It was Glen who I was climbing trees with when I fell and knocked out my tooth. Glen who taught me how to slug a baseball faster than Phoebe, Glen who came to Grams's funeral with me…for some crazy reason we've been inseparable since he called me 'that stinky girl' at kindergarten.

"P-girl, hello?" Crap, my thoughts ran away with me again. I must be giving him a look, "Sister stuff eh?" he knows me far too well.

"Yea, just the usual stuff – wanna hang out?"

"With my favourite letter P?" He asks with a grin. I can't help grinning back. "Sure. Let me grab a jacket"

Soon we're walking. Just the stars, the streets and us; this area of San Francisco is really quiet at night. Without saying a thing we take a familiar route, and we soon arrive at the destination. Behind a wire fence there are deserted garages, old concrete buildings with rusted doors, some have pretty funky graffiti on them. They sit in a yard, strewn with bricks, barrels and old tyres – and that's it, the Glen/Paige hangout. It's pretty cool and has the added appeal that Prue and Piper would throw several clots if they knew I hung out here. With the whole 'mom' complex that she's got going on I wouldn't be surprised if she already knew. I get that she cares and all that, but I have a Mom already, she might not be around or anything but…its just, well, my sister has gotta let me live my life. I swear she'd lock me up if she could.

Glen scales the fence expertly, drops down onto the tree stump on the other side. It's in just the right place – like when people climb trees and fences in movies and have the branches that are perfect handles…

"Paige. Are you coming or what?" He asks impatiently through my daydream.

"Uh yea"

"Need a hand?" He offers his hand over the fence, I don't need it. I've climbed this thing a hundred times myself and he knows it. So why do I find myself taking the hand offered to me? and smiling when I meet his blue eyes. Whoa. I glance away concentrating on fixing my boot into one of the fence links before hauling myself up, over and onto the same ledge as Glen.

I stick my tongue out at him and we leap off the huge stump giggling. It's not funny for long. I get my foot caught in some bottom branches. I Close my eyes and prepare for painful contact with the concrete floor. 1...2...3... but I don't hit the floor I hit something softer and warm. Strong arms grasp my waist and I feel hands on my back, shivering when they touch the skin at my waist for just a second. I open my eyes slowly when the adrenaline rush passes finding my self in Glen's arms, I look up and he's grinning: and sooo trying not to laugh.

"P-girl, I think we oughta get you some flying lessons…"

I'm still to dizzy to reply, and his smile fades, "You alright Paige?"

I find my bearings at last "Yep, fine" I grin barely suppressing my own giggles, which restart Glen's, they fast turn to hysterics and we both roll with laughter.

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We sit on top of 'our' garage. Usually, we look at the stars or talk about stuff. Glen and I are pretty good at the constellations: Mickey Mouse, Elvis Presley, the big dipper…today, I don't really feel like doing either so I sit with my eyes closed, puffing on the sweet cigarette that starts a party in my brain, enhancing my relaxation on this balmy night.

"Glen?" I open my eyes and he's not there.

"Glen" I call through the darkness, when I get no response. I climb off of the roof and start to look for him getting all worried and mad at the same time.

"Gleeen!" My voice pitches higher, now I'm getting scared.

"BOO!" I swing round, my stomach flipping out through my mouth. Even weirder, a tingle shoots through my hands and arms and I swear they glow blue for a second, but seeing Glen grinning like a cat at me, replaces confusion with relief and anger.

"Did you see that?" I say.

"See what?"

"Never mind, Jeez Glen, you scared the complete crap out of me. You are so dead!"

"C'mon Paige give me a break, you're doing the silent brooding thing tonight, I'm getting fidgety here. Wanna talk yet?"

"No. Well not now anyway!" Oh god, I think I might be pouting. "A rumour about you is so gonna get started on Monday."

"Chill out P-girl! Don't let those sisters get to you…you're cute when you get mad…"

"What?" I say in surprise. I look up at his face, his expression is different, intense, a new Glen that I haven't seen before.

"I said don't let those sisters get to you"

"Oh" I feel my brow furrow in confusion, and oddly, feel my stomach diving in disappointment.

"Look Paigey, you know I'm here for you right, always, you and me, Paige and Glen, we're a team, tornado destructive, but a team, okay?" he has moved closer to me as he says this. His blue eyes looking into mine, warm breath tickles my cheeks as he talks.

Suddenly, there are no sisters, no fights, no dead mother, absent father; no nothing…the whole world fades out when I first taste his lips.

And then I realise. Whoa.

I'm kissing my best friend.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed…is this worth continuing? should they get together? Any suggestions are welcome; please tell me what you think!