Just Like Sugar

They were just as sweet as they were bitter.

Disclaimer: NAH BRO, I DON'T OWN NO WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE. WORD.

Alex was nervous. That was definitely true. She didn't exactly fit into the Hamptons' "persona" and judging by the looks she was receiving from the neighbors out and about walking their perfectly primped puppies, it was obvious that she stuck out. But last time Alex checked, she didn't actually give a flying fuck, so she continued on.

Her hands were getting sweaty and Alex could feel her luggage handle slipping from her fingers. Gripping tighter, Alex blamed the heat, shoving her nerves away as quickly as possible. A Porsche sped past, a group of teenagers throwing their tanned arms into the air screaming the latest lyrics of some pop song into the fresh air. God, Alex thought to herself, even the air smells rich. Everywhere she looked she could see money. She decided that this neighborhood consisted of nothing but money and assholes dressed in canary yellows, lime greens and disturbingly "tickle me pink" pinks. Mindless drones hotwired to do nothing but swing tennis rackets and count money.

Alex looked down at herself and again saw why she stuck out so badly. Her outfit screamed "Screw the Hamptons". She was in a loose fitting black crop top and dark blue denim cut-offs. Her hair was dark. Her Ray Bans were dark. Her luggage was dark. In fact, the brightest thing about Alex's outfit was her cobalt blue Vans sneakers. Everything about her seemed dark. And for the past three years, that had been seemingly true.

Alex left New York the second she turned 19 and opted for Oregon instead. It was likely the most bizarre choice she would ever make, but it worked. But there was no more trouble to find in Oregon. She was done with the state where the sun didn't shine. And once she was finished with making trouble here, she'd probably run off again. Miami, maybe?

Alex looked down to the crumpled up scrap piece of paper in her left hand. 1504 Nugent Drive, South Hampton, New York. She had finally arrived. Alex's eyes darted up and down the waterfront mansion.

"This is not natural," Alex murmured under her breath, "who needs a house this big?"

Alex struggled to accept the beauty, appreciate the success in the crisp look of the Waterfront Estate. It was hard to look perfection in the face and not try to deny it.

Slowly, Alex began her way up the walk, her dilapidated suitcase tottling along behind her. She looked around slowly and everything seemed to glitter like gold, even the grass sparkled. The lavish and pristine front yard did anything but amaze Alex, it almost repulsed her. There was certainly such a thing as too perfect.

She looked at the driveway, it was huge. "A four car garage? Really?" Alex threw her free hand in the air incredulous to the thought of four cars in a garage. Who really needed that many cars?

And then it hit her, the doorstep was only paces away. He was only paces away.

Alex's hand slowly traveled up to her mouth, she felt weak all of a sudden, and her grip on her suitcase was the only thing keeping her upright. She had to do this. Three years had been long enough to be away and even if all didn't go according to plan, she still needed this. She needed to see him again and find out what he had made of himself.

Finally, she reached the doorstep. Alex quickly stuffed her free hand into her pocket and pulled out her lip gloss, applying a quick coat. She adjusted her sunglasses, hoping that they were dark enough to hide the fear lurking beneath them.

Her fist pounded against the door, sending a deafening echo around her. Her frail finger pushed the doorbell, just in case.

The doors opened slowly, all big and ominous casting a dark shadow over her.

"Alex?"

That's when her head snapped up. That voice. She hadn't heard it so long.

"Mason," Alex could feel her breath hitching in her throat. Her heart was pounding, her stomach twisting and turning, this had to be almost the equivalent to death.

"What are you doing here?" He sounded the same, like he did all those years ago. The English accent was thick and soothing, she wanted to feel at ease, but she couldn't, not yet, not right now.

In the background, Alex could see Juliet (or someone with her striking resemblance anyways) ushering a small child up the stairs. They held eye contact for a moment before Juliet turned away, allowing her golden locks to shield her face away.

Alex looked back to Mason, "I could ask you the same question."

There ya go! I hope you all like it. This is my first WOWP fic, I'm sure of it.

Yeeeeah, I ended it with a cliff hanger, I know, I know. But the faster you review, the faster I update. That is, only if you like it of course!

So please review! *extends out a plate of virtual assorted cookies*

Till then…

Mikki (: