Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place, the characters, nor do I work for/own Disney so yeah, don't sue me. I don't have any money :P (This disclaimer is for EVERY chapter of this story)

Warnings: Implied Incest/ Smut/Swearing/Dark themes/ Romance/Betrayal and depression galore.

I got the idea after watching WOWP constantly over the Christmas break. Seriously – whoever put Justin and Alex as siblings on the show should be shot.

Violets

"Roses are red, violets are blue, I'll never love someone the way I love you."- Anonymous.

"Love is patient, it is kind, but overall, it is painful as well as infinite."

Chapter 1

Tuesday, October 15th, 7:41pm

Alex Russo sat hunched to herself by the windowsill of her bedroom, knees to chest, her forehead pressed against the cold, misty glass where the October weather bestowed itself upon New York City – and for a minute there, she rejoiced in the idea of being inside, inside the warmth of her home where the cold couldn't attack her. She glared at the nasty, putrid orange glow of the streetlight grating through her window – she closed her eyes tightly and swallowed back the lump in her throat.

Alex had been doing this for three days straight, now. It was the October holiday, so she had two and a half weeks of freedom left before returning for the Christmas semester. She knew everyone was downstairs in the sub shop – Jerry and Teresa Russo were working busy for the Christmas period while Max was staying at Tutor's for a little while and should be due home any minute now – and then there was Justin – who had no clue that he was irrevocably plaguing his sister's mind day and night, now.

It started in the month of May. It was a harmless day – warm – sunny and no one was in the house. Well, that's what Alex thought. She went downstairs and was surprised to find Justin on the couch, the textbook sociopath was reading over notes for his final exam in school. Justin was 18 and Alex was 16. She walked over, teased him for being a loser, a dork, a geek and a weirdo. He, obviously used to it, paid no mind and continued reading – that was, until Alex took the book off him and ran away with it. Justin ran after her. Justin, as Alex had just discovered, was very fast due to his Monster Hunter training, and he managed to catch up with her the second she reached the basement and tried to hide behind one of the baskets stacked up above the washing machine. He caught her instantly, grabbed her waist, spun her around and pinned her against the wall. They both thought that for a moment, it was harmless.

It was then when Alex caught a firm grip of Justin's arm and held him to her, she stared up at him – her big, soft brown doe-eyes blinked, and his strange, abnormal greyish green eyes stared down at her – she could feel his breath tickling her nose – and she looked down at the way he was pinned against her – his knee was almost knocking her legs apart. She looked at him one last time, and something seemed to flicker in his eyes. Something had changed. And then he said it. And Alex heard the glass breaking inside her head.

"I'm sorry," Justin whispered against her, let go and pulled away.

Alex choked on her words, and Justin ran out of the basement before she could say anything else.

She slid down the wall and sat alone, where she knew no one would find her. Alex didn't move from the basement until she knew that Justin had left the house. She knew that he would. That he would go find Juliet and kiss her constantly until he felt nothing but raw.

And Alex knew he felt raw. She knew it.

Alex blinked and wiped the first tear that somehow managed to escape her eye and trickle down her cheek. She sniffed, swung her legs onto the floor and slowly walked towards her wardrobe. She grabbed some fresh clothes and left her room for the bathroom. She passed Max's room, and peered inside to find him softly asleep on the bed with his day clothes still on. She shut the door quietly and rushed past Justin's room – but found herself pressing her ear against the door. Justin snored; she knew that – she just couldn't hear him snoring at all. Meaning he wasn't in bed. Meaning he was most probably downstairs in the living room with mom or dad, or them both.

Alex turned on the shower and began to strip. She tossed her clothes into the basket and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water blast onto her face, her chest, her back and her legs. She grabbed her flannel, her soap and began to scrub. Once she knew she was clean enough, she kept scrubbing, and she kept scrubbing until she would begin to feel like she could rid of her memories, her thoughts, the way her eyes looked at him. She felt herself bleed when she scrubbed herself with the material sponge. She let the blood mix into the water. Her skin was red.

Alex was raw. She knew it.

Alex sat to herself on the couch; avoiding Justin's gaze completely as he was most probably oblivious to her strange behaviour. Alex thought, and wondered when she realised that she – had this problem in the first. It obviously didn't arise when they were still young children, hell, Alex didn't know what love actually meant when she was a small kid. Jerry and Teresa stuck Justin and Alex together like glue when they had the chance. Max was a lone wolf – the third wheel, she guessed. But he was good that way; Max never had any problems with it just being Justin and Alex. Alex and Justin fought like hell for years, so of course there'd be some side-effect. She guessed it was sometime around the age of 15, after Dean had dumped her – she remembered that evening clearly. At first, she recognised it was probably some kind of solace she found in Justin – but it was the way he held her, the way he whispered into her ear that everything was going to be alright – she probably mistook it for brotherly, sibling love.

Probably.

Justin was 17 at the time. Alex had come home, it was raining, and she opened the front door of the loft and found Justin on the couch watching some stupid medical show on the TV. He didn't notice that she was crying until he had a double-take and watched the mascara run down her cheeks. He practically leapt of the couch and ran to her, asking her what happened, if she was alright, if someone hurt her, if she hurt someone else – and all Alex did was cry into his shoulder. And he held her. He held her until she fell asleep.

So yeah, that was probably it.

But the real issue came when she started to notice the small, distinct features of his face, the contours of his arms, his fingers and his nose as he slept. Sometimes Justin had a bad habit of falling asleep in the living room – Max always woke him up. It was when Alex found him asleep that she sat down in front of him; her head rested on the palm of her arm, that she watched him sleep peacefully. She took great notice of his facial features – his long, dark eyelashes – the straight arc of his nose, his dimples when he smiled and the curve of his lips. At the time, Alex was confused. She just thought that maybe she was interested in human features for art class, or something.

"Alex," Teresa began, looking at her daughter gravely later that day, "Are you alright? You don't look well, mija."

Alex licked her lower lip and looked up at her mom – and found out that both Jerry and Justin were staring at her. Jerry held the bowl of cereal low in his lap, while Justin simply blinked and moved his head to the side.

"Alex? Can you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry mom I'm just – tired, that's all."

"Well, you've been sleeping all day…" Jerry began, "Maybe you're getting sick."

"Maybe," Alex muttered and stood up, smoothing down her T-shirt, "I'm gonna go – watch TV in my room or something, bye." And she left.

Alex hurried to the spiral staircase, but noticed Justin turning around and sparing her one last glance before she escaped from all three of them. She wanted to escape from Justin forever. She wanted to run away and change her name, change herself and pretend that she was just some normal teenage girl with a crush on a boy named Justin Russo.

But it wasn't a crush.

He stomach flipped.

Alex stood up and ran into the bathroom, flipping the toilet lid up; she vomited for ten minutes straight. She came back up for air, and started crying again.

Alex Russo knew she was going to hell for loving Justin Russo more than she probably should.

Wednesday, October 16th, 1:35pm

Max was with Tutor, again.

Jerry and Teresa had gone to a sandwich convention in Florida with Uncle Kelbo (as Shakira, just for the fun of it) and they were to be gone for three days. Justin was holed up in his room, studying as always, and Alex was just…there.

Alex being, well, Alex – she wasn't going to revise. She felt like vegging out on the sofa and avoiding everything and everyone with a bowl of potato chips and a soda – so she put on her sweatpants, her (actually, it was Justin's but she kept it when he stained it with coffee) Captain Jim-Bob-Sherwood T-shirt and went downstairs for a few hours.

She actually felt good for the first time in weeks. As she opened the soda can, she felt someone walk up behind her and she froze.

"Do you mind turning that down a little – I get it, car crash every five minutes is your favourite movie but Alex, come on, some of us are trying to revise here." Justin said behind her, his voice annoyed.

She didn't reply and didn't turn it down. She shrugged to herself; ignoring Justin was like an impulse.

Justin frowned. "Alex, did you hear me?"

She ignored him again.

Justin leaned over the couch and tried to grab the remote from her right side, but she snatched it before he could take it and held it to her stomach.

"Alex! Give me the remote!"

She shook her head and ate another potato chip.

"Turn it down!"

She turned to face him, narrowed her eyes, and slowly put another potato chip in her mouth, closed it, chewed and swallowed. "No."

She turned back and continued to watch the movie.

And then she felt something really weird – Justin, she didn't know when or how, but he managed to grab her around the waist and hoist her off the couch. She dropped the remote, screamed and the bag of chips fell to the floor. He pulled her off the couch, spun her around and threw her back to the couch.

"Ouch! Justin!" She yelled as he shot forward, snatched the remote and attempted to turn down the volume – before Alex grabbed the remote from him once again and held it above her head, moving to the far left side of the couch.

"Alex! Give me the remote! Now!"

"Come and get it, dork!" She laughed and held it as far away from him as possible. Justin leapt forward, literally leaning over Alex, his knee between her legs as he stretched himself as far as possible trying to reach for it. Alex arched her back and pressed her chest against his front.

"Alex, seriously! Stop playing around!"

She stuck her tongue out at him and used the tip of her fingers to keep it away from him. Justin pressed lower into her without realising, and steadied himself up by holding the curve of her waist steady.

And then something happened.

Justin slipped.

He fell, literally, fell into her. Justin lumped into Alex, kind of like melted, in a way – and he grabbed her tightly, possessively, to hold himself steady.

He felt her breath quicken.

He looked up at her, the innocence, naïveness in her eyes, they were wide – brown and beautifully round. Her face looked flustered and her cheeks went pink.

Alex stared back at him, and gave him the same fluttered look she gave behind the wash basket in the basement.

Justin had been chewing on mints. His breath smelled minty. It smelled good.

And they sat like that – literally entwined within each other, Justin's hand on her waist, the remote in Alex's hand forgotten but still in her hand, her other hand slumped on Justin's back.

Her eyes flickered down to his lips.

She wanted to kiss him.

Justin leaned forward, grabbed the remote from Alex, who was still comatose and in some sort of shock, and he pressed the minus button on the remote and turned the volume down. He placed it back down and moved away from Alex, peeling himself off her and stood back up. "That's…all I wanted."

But she knew he wanted something else. She was sure of it.

Alex felt the bile rise in her throat – she was going to be sick again. Alex stood up and rushed from the couch and hurried up the small steps to the stairs.

"Alex, wait!" Justin yelled back.

"Go away!" she managed to choke out between sobs. "Leave me alone!"

"Alex, stop!"

Finally, she did stop. She turned back and looked at him. Justin slowly walked before her, his arms either side of him, making little to no effort to reach out and grab her. "Alex, did I do something wrong or…?" Justin began, "You've been avoiding me. All day. And yesterday."

She ignored him and kept moving.

He grabbed hold of her arm tightly and her stomach flipped again. She was going to be sick. "Alex, tell me. Don't ignore me."

She looked back at him. "Let me go, Justin."

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Let. Me. Go, Justin." She gritted between her teeth.

He looked at her, shocked at her attitude, and finally let his hand slip from her. "Alex, I…"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "Don't say anything. Just – don't talk to me. For the rest of the day. No, for the rest of the week!" and she ran upstairs, into her room, harshly slamming the door shut behind her, Alex dived for the bed and cried, threw up and cried some more until she fell asleep by the windowsill for the fourth night in a row.

When she woke up, she was on her bed, with the covers over her. She knew it was Justin. She contemplated putting hexes, curses, lock charms and passwords on the door but decided not to because – well – she didn't really know any off by heart and she couldn't be bothered to go into the lair.

Alex walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like hell. She hurried back into her bedroom, grabbed her sketch pad, her pencils and shoved them onto the duvet cover. She sat to herself and decided to sketch something, anything – and after an hour or so, she looked back at what she had drawn – and found out that she had drawn a complete likeness of Justin sleeping on the couch, right down to his eyelashes.

She didn't rip it up. She simply ripped the page out of the pad, folded it, and slid it under her pillow.