"You can't just take that!"

Justin Russo snapped at his reckless little sister.

He looked a little fanatic. The named sister, Alex, on the other hand, couldn't look more bored.

"Yes I can."

She brought her hand hastily down on the table before her ever so annoying brother could stop her. Her black painted fingernails made contact with the table, as she scooped the object of friction up in her hands.

"See? I just did."

The older brother swore that she literally drove him mad at times.

A sigh.

"It's mom and dads. They'd freak if they' figure it out."

He refused to give up without a fight. She would put the thing down on the table again.

Her eyes light up, when used her voice was confident. She was so annoying!

"And how would they figure that out?"

A new sigh.

"I could tell them."

Silent…

He almost thought he'd won. Maybe she actually didn't know what to say for once.

Maybe she'd actually do as he said.

"And I could tell them that you broke your tricycle when you were five"

She smiled sweetly at him. He answered with a groan.

A small giggle.

A returned smile.

"Deal."

He shook her hand solemnly.

She smiled a genuine smile at him. He grinned back.

They both knew they'd never be friends.

But maybe they were each just what the other needed.

Maybe they could help each other to stand.

Or, if fallen, help each other to rise.

Cause Alex needed Justin, just the way Justin needed Alex.

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