Julie (decadentdream) wrote,

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Charmed (well... more LMS) ficlet - "Hitting on you, girl"

Fandom: Charmed (*cough* LMS *cough*)
Title: Hitting On You, Girl
Author/Artist: decadentdream
Characters: Justin, Chris Halliwell and the-girl-that-shall-not-be-named-but-probably-will-be (sorry turtle :$ )
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Belongs to Spelling Entertainment. And me. And canadian_turtle. Spike from Di-Rect is totally to blame for this
Summary: Justin would like to get what he wants. Just once.
Word Count: 1,190

“I don’t know why we have to go to the library for this. Couldn’t we have just googled it?”

Justin hoisted his skateboard up under his arm, keeping in step beside his best friend as they walked through the double doors.

“The internet isn’t the answer to everything,” Chris replied.

“It is these days.”

Chris turned his head towards Justin, lifting his brows slightly. “Blogging and books aren’t the same thing.”

Justin shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Too busy enjoying that little thing called fresh air.”

A sharp snap of the fingers directed their attention to the service desk. A thin, older woman with angular features and spectacles perched on the end of her nose held her hand outstretched towards Justin.

“You are not to bring that in here,” she stated, discouraging eyes glancing down at the dirt-encrusted board beneath his arm before rising to fix his gaze again.

“Lady, I didn’t want to be in here.”

“Ms Bradshaw,” Chris intercepted, sliding up to the counter and leaning casually on the edge, trying to charm her with a smile that was clearly not working. “We only stopped by to pick up a book for our assignment. You wouldn’t want to stop us from learning now, would you?” Met with a silent answer, he continued: “Maybe my friend could leave his board with you? Just while we collect what we need… and then we’ll go.”

Justin glared at Chris, his arm tensing, unwilling to let his most favoured possession go. Chris gave his own insistent look in return, nodding his head sharply. A few deep breaths later, Justin reluctantly handed over the board, though it was clear he was not completely relaxed about the decision.

“Dude, what did you do that for?” he hissed as they disappeared between the stacks.

“It was our only pass in,” Chris argued. Seeing the annoyance on his friend’s face, Chris tilted his head and tried to make light of the situation. “Oh, c’mon, it’s not like you won’t ever get it back.”

“I’m just picturing the old witch burning the Element and writing ‘the ‘lighters will get you!’ on it.”

Chris laughed. “No, that’s something I’d do.”

Justin clenched his fist and thumped Chris in the arm. Grabbing hold of the spot with his left hand, Chris opened his mouth and faked being in pain.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Justin asked.

“Yeah, just two rows over here.”

While Chris scanned the subject markers as they rounded the shelves, Justin’s attention kept diverting back to the front of the library, fearing what had become of his skateboard. As he looked back he saw a young girl seated at one of the tables, puzzling over the book before her. Her long wavy tresses draped across her back and over her shoulders, the ends winding around the pen in her hand as she tapped it lightly on the page.

Passing behind the shelf nearby, he could still hear the gentle clicking of the top of the pen breaking the quiet as it beat to the rhythm of her thoughts. He raised himself onto his toes and lowered himself back down as he tried to find the perfect position to peer through the cracks at her.



“What period are we doing again?”


“In time?” Chris attempted to clarify.


“And where do Romans live?”

“In Memphis.”

A whack over the head brought his attention back to Chris as he raised his hand to rub the area Chris had slapped with a three hundred page book on the Reign of Tiberius.

“Justin, focus. The assignment is on Ancient Rome, not Elvis Presley.” Chris noticed the small flicker of Justin’s gaze back to the crack in the shelving. “Or ‘evil witches destroying skateboards’ or biology… whatare you looking at?”

Squinting, he made out a figure of a girl at a table, her face obscured by her long hair. Relaxing back into a natural stance he looked back to Justin.

“I never took you for the creepy spying stalker type.”

“I’m not!” Justin protested. “It’s not like I’m drawing the chicks in.”

“So what do you call those things hanging around you at the skate park?”

“Groupies,” Justin answered flatly. Chris smiled. “Seriously, they’re not worth the time.”

“What about her?” Chris asked, giving a slight toss of his head in the direction of the girl.

“She’s…” Justin moved from side to side, contemplating the right words to use, “not like the others.”

They both heard the chair scrape back and Chris stepped to the side to get a better view as the girl stood and turned, her hair falling away from her face and back over her shoulder as she walked back to one of the shelves near the entryway to replace the book she’d been mulling over.

“Dude! You’re crushing on my cousin?” Chris shrieked, trying his hardest to keep his volume of surprise from escalating across the room where she could hear it. Justin lowered his chin, shuffling with embarrassment as his eyes focused on his shoes.

“Maybe,” was all he could say.

“Maybe?” Chris repeated. “But she’s… my cousin!”

“At least it wasn’t your sister,” Justin responded, lifting his head again and trying to make light of the situation.

“Don’t joke,” Chris said pointedly, holding a finger out towards him. “But we’re…” He flicked both hands out, mingling them together so that his fingers interlocked, “a big family unit. Halliwell name and all.”

“And I’m not part of it,” Justin added. “But I like her. And I sort of got to know her. And I’m like your best bud!”

He slapped Chris on the chest in a friendly manner. Chris’ eyes narrowed. He shook his head.

“I’m not helping you out with this one.”

“What am I supposed to do? Ride in on a white stallion like some fairy dude and kiss her so she’ll wake up?”

“So she knows you like her? Great, I can’t even get my head around this.”

Taking the book from Chris, Justin passed him and went over to the section Chris had been standing in before.

“Are we going to concentrate on the assignment now?” Chris asked, following him down the aisle. When met with an answer of silence, he knew Justin wasn’t happy with him. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? It’s just hard for me to think about right now.”

“That wasn’t very nice, dude.”

“Why don’t you just talk to her? She’ll come around,” Chris offered. Justin gave him a sidelong glare. “She’s good with all that emotional stuff. She really hones in, you know? She’ll probably pick it up before you even say anything.”

“Thanks. Nerves times ten.”

“She’s reasonable. She knows what she wants. You don’t need to be scared of her,” Chris said. “Go… talk to her. I’ll be designated book selector.”

Justin backed up a step. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Besides, if I left this up to you we’d have books on Freddie Mercury instead of the Roman God Mercury.”

With a humoured smirk, Justin began to inch his way away from Chris and further towards the girl who had captured his heart.
Tags: charmed, chris halliwell, ficlet, justin, lms, pj

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