It's such a fucked up situation.
We didn't choose each other, no one chooses. But, I wish I had more tact in the beginning. I really did want it to be Mason, you know.
Still, I never get what I want. Not anymore.
It's been three and a half months since we've heard from mom and dad. Max wrote us a letter two months ago that he, too, was going to run away, as he had plans to moonlight as a circus ballerina while gathering followers for some elaborate heist in the future—who knows—I wasn't really paying attention to the rest of the letter. Nothing from mom and dad.
Can you really forget your own children? Can you hate them enough to forget?
I miss mom's no magic rule. I know—what the fuck, right?—but when you actually pursue the world of teens-raising-teens it stops being so glamorous. Justin and I get by, but we have to practically abuse the people around us.
Justin's a little trigger happy now. He uses magic to close the refrigerator. He's gotten pretty intimately involved with mind control spells too. I never saw him as the villain.
I kind of always figured that would be my thing.
For now I'm pretty much the housemaid. It's funny how we both became foils of our former selves in the aftermath. And here I thought love meant being exactly who you are.
Justin likes to leave a mess, I think it makes him feel validated. Like, fuck mom, we don't need her to clean up our shit. We have Alex. And, fuck you too dad, for telling me I can't pop your daughter's cherry.
Okay—he hasn't become that vulgar yet—but I just know it's coming. He's a regular Stanley Kowalski. At least in all the ways that turn you on when you watch Marlon Brando.
Actually right now I think he's at the guitar shop across the street. He kept talking about getting a job there after we moved to this apartment, but I guess they're not hiring. Or they just hired someone new, he mentioned Felicity, I don't know. I tune him out sometimes—he's still my annoyingly smart brother, even if we make out after we fight.
Speaking of that for a minute—it's such a fucked up situation.
I really didn't even think he liked me back, but then he started getting wood when we had tickle fights, and I knew he wasn't that sensitive. Of course, he opened the argument about why I noticed his hard-ons, and things kind of spiraled from there. I think Max knew from the beginning, but he had other things on his mind. Probably the world domination thing or whatever he mentioned in the letter…
Was it world domination? I think he limited it to the wizard world. Yeah, okay, that's fine then.
I can still remember how it all started. It's such a fucked up situation, but still…
(( If you like it, please review! Hopefully I'll get a couple reviewers so I can post the first chapter later today. : D This is kind of a narration type chapter. Just setting it all up, letting you know the ending so we can focus on how they get to this point, rather than the end point at all. I love Jalex, but I can't help but feel like there's not enough honesty in the unnatural relationship. I want to imagine how it would really affect their lives. Okay, done rambling. ))