So, "Stevie" was gone, or was she? I hadn't actually killed her, actually, it wasn't even the real Stevie that I froze, shattered, and made a joke about. It was this wizard, pretending to be Stevie so that she could drain powers from all sorts of wizards. She planned on taking mine and Justin's powers too. I had tried to convince my stupid family, but even Stevie's brother didn't believe me. Either way, I was a hero in their eyes. Yuck, I hate it when people think I'm good, makes me sick. So after I "killed Stevie", I went to see the real Stevie, the hot, badass, cunning, adorable, Stevie. Of course, I never told her how I felt, it wasn't my style, plus it's better to just be friends with her than to lose her. I knocked once, than 19 times (1=A, 19=S). Stevie opened the door.

"Guess who just froze and shattered a fake Stevie?" I said with a smile. She smiled from ear to ear and wrapped her arms around me in a deep embrace. I took a deep breath to savour her strawberry shampoo and hint of perfume that made my insides turn.

Stevie had to stay in this motel because she couldn't go home. We had used magic to make it beautiful.

"Hey, why don't we zap ourselves some food huh?" I didn't look at her as I made a hamburger appeared in my left hand. I looked over at Stevie to see what she had, it was nothing.

"You're not hungry?" I asked, Stevie was always hungry, so I knew something was wrong.

"I don't have magic." I looked at her stunned.

"Where, when, how, why?" I asked, sitting down on the sofa next to her.

"Well, when the fake Stevie died, they took away my powers and gave them to my bro." She let out a big sigh, her eyes looked sad. I made my food disappear out of guilt. I know, Alex Russo, guilty? Now, this is Stevie, I would go to jail for her, even die for her, not that she knew that.

"I'm so sorry!" I said, giving her a quick hug than pulling away. She sniffed.

"Alex, how did you know it wasn't me being bad, that I wasn't lying to you?" She said in a cute little tone. I wanted to tell her that the fake didn't have the same grin, that her brows didn't curve in the same cute way, that she didn't hold her mug in the same hand, or that she didn't smell as nice.

"Because, you're smarter, nicer, more cunning, and so much better in every way." I gave her a sympathetic smile. Her hand moved on mine and held it, my heart skipped a beat.

"Really?" I nodded. Her tears disappeared.

"Now, how can I repay you?" She asked. 'By kissing me.' Was all I could think of.

"You don't need to give me anything." I said, my voice slightly uneven. She leaned slightly closer.

"You must want something." Her hand grasped mine. 'You.' Passed through my mind. She was getting even closer; I could feel her breath on my face.

"I-I'm sure." I stuttered. She was so close; her eyes searched mine.

"I know you want something." I could feel her chest pressed slightly against mine.

"Please, kiss me." I said in a low, rough voice. I expected her to laugh or back away, but instead she smiled at me, or really grinned at me.

"See, was that so hard?" She leant in, closing the space between us; giving me a short, sweet, kiss.

We broke apart and looked at each other. Her eyes were slightly darker than usual, hungry even. I kissed her this time. I bit her bottom lip slightly and she moaned. Opening her mouth, I slid my tongue into it. Our tongues danced and when we pulled away, we gasped for air. Our eyes locked, then, something hit me on the inside as tears poured down my cheeks. Stevie looked scared.

"What did I do?" She looked at me searching my eyes. I burst out in tears and hugged her tight.

"Nothing, it's just. I knew it wasn't you because when she walked, she didn't start with her left foot. When she got anxious, she didn't tap her left pinkie. When she wrote, she didn't hold her pen or pencil the same way. She didn't smell like strawberry shampoo and her perfume wasn't the same. I knew she wasn't you because I love YOU and you weren't HER!" I sobbed and she started to cry too. We sat there crying. She rubbed my back as a cried into her chest.

"I love you too Alex." She cried out, stroking my hair.

AN. Ok, so I have no idea when the next chapter's coming out 'cause I'm working on 3 stories at the same time. I should have more time after I publish chapter 3 of "Love in Hell". Plus I'm working on my own story. If you're curious about it, I have my first chapter online; I'm probably not going to put up chapter 2 though, so go to .com/ to see it.

Thanks for reading,

-Femslash29