Hey, this is my first Wizards of Waverly Place fanfiction! It's not so much a Wizards fic as it is a Jonas Brothers fic. Although, I've heard it illegal to post their name on Fanfiction. That will change when their new show J.O.N.A.S comes out, right? Anyway, please review it, I don't get a lot of reviews. Ever. I'd love it if you would review! Oh, and this is an idea I got from xxHeadInTheStarsxx. Check out her fic, Summer Love, it rocks! Way more than mine, but still read mine! This is all for Cara!
Summary: Alex's parents are offered the chance to make their little sandwich shop into a franchise. The company who want to franchise them is in California. Suddenly, Alex's boring summer turns into an adventure! What famous three boys are living next door? CONNECT THREE? NO WAY! Alex falls hard for Nate Gray and Nate is crushing on Alex. What happens when certain people, like Hannah Montana and fate, try to tear them apart? Will Alex go home heartbroken? Will she get her first kiss? Will she lose her virginity? If Nate Gray has anything to do with it, she will! Oh, they aren't wizards!
Rating: M
Author: UtterlyRandom
Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once...I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or Connect Three.
Chapter Name: Worst Summer Ever
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Alexandra Russo slammed her room door shut behind herself. Was it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet? It was the first day of summer vacation and already so much had gone wrong. Her best friend, Harper Finkle, had gone to China with her parents to adopt a child. Harper's parents had wanted another child, but Mrs. Finkle was unable to have any more children. They had filled out adoption papers for a child and their prayers had been answered. After a year of waiting, they were finally allowed to go pick up their new daughter, Naomi. Not that Alex wasn't happy for her friend and her family, but they couldn't have picked a worse time. Alex's boyfriend had just broken up with her and her parents were having relationship problems.
Alex threw herself onto her bed and turned her head to the left. On her bedside table was a picture of herself and her boyfriend, Dean Moriarti, hugging.
Ex-boyfriend. Alex reminded herself bitterly. That two-timing, backstabbing, cheating loser is your ex-boyfriend. And don't forget liar, two-faced and a boy version of a siren. Ugh! Why couldn't he have hightailed it to China? Or, better yet, outer space! Alex growled mentally at the memory of her ex-boyfriend.
Today had been the worst day of school ever. Her long-time enemy, Gigi Hollingsworth, had told Alex that Dean was cheating on her, but Alex hadn't believed her. That is, until she saw Dean making out with Gigi in the art room on her way to her ceramics class. She had cornered Dean at his locker after class, ready to tell him off, but he had beaten her to it. Alex glared at their picture as she remembered what had happened right after school.
"Dean! We need to talk!" Alex called out as she approached her boyfriend's, soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend's, locker.
Dean turned around at the sound of his name. Alex couldn't stop herself from becoming dazed, only for a second. Dean was male model material. Not the kind you saw in the Kohl's ads, but the kind you saw on the walls of Abercrombie and Fitch. He had wavy brown hair that shined and was swept to the side at all times, except when he played sports, then his amazing hair was covered up with a beat up Yankees baseball cap. His skin was tan from spending so much time outside playing sports. He was almost six feet tall, but taller than Alex regardless. Somehow, the height difference didn't matter, she had always fit into his hold perfectly, nestled into his arms. But his hair, skin color and height had nothing on his smile and eyes.
Dean's smile was melting, as if Alex was a block of chocolate and he was a heater and she had been thrown inside until she was nothing but a chocolaty puddle of admiration and love. He had the straightest, most white teeth Alex had ever seen, including those teeth commercials advertising teeth-whitening toothpaste, retainers and melting strips. His teeth were covered at the moment, but they were covered by his soft, thin, pale pink lips. It didn't matter, Alex still swooned. If he had given her his best smile, she would've fainted. And she didn't need that right this minute, especially since Dean's big, maple brown eyes burned into hers. They sparkled no matter what, even when he was sad or angry or happy. Which made it hard to be mad at him, or to be depressed around him or to not feel like crying when he did. However, Alex avoided his eyes, knowing their charms.
"Dean, we need to talk." Alex repeated, coming to a stop at his locker.
Dean smiled down at her, this time showing his teeth. Alex stared at the bridge of his nose, he wouldn't know that she wasn't looking into his eyes.
"Listen, Gigi told me that you were cheating on me, but I didn't believe her," Alex began, still not staring into his eyes, which she could feel sweeping over her face. She took a deep breath to continue, but Dean interrupted her.
"Then what's the problem? Why do you look so mad, Alex? Don't you trust me?" Dean asked, his voice light and playful, but Alex knew Dean well enough to hear the anger under his words. She wasn't sure if his was angry for her distrust or at Gigi, for spilling.
"No, I don't trust you, Dean. And I'm mad because you won't admit it! I saw you kissing Gigi in the art room, in the periods between third and fourth. So don't deny it." Alex stated, her eyes finally meeting Dean's eyes. Oh, big mistake.
Dean's brown eyes were smoldering. They sparkled, like always, but they were furious. The chocolate in his eyes looked like it had been put on a pot to melt, but had been forgotten and was burning and boiling. Alex shivered and looked away, but Dean grabbed her arm with a vice grip. Alex winced in pain. She wasn't an easy bruiser, but that grip was going to do damage. Dean's other hand came up to Alex's face and Alex turned her face to the side instinctively, but all he did was cup her chin and turn her head to face his.
"How do you know that Dean wasn't kissing me? I didn't kiss back. And I can't believe you don't trust me, Alex." Dean said, his once angry eyes had disappeared and looked sad. Puppy eyes? Psh, they had nothing on Dean's eyes.
Alex gulped audibly. She had to concentrate. Dean had done this before. He had been angry at Alex for accusing him for something he didn't do and then sad that she didn't trust him. So she knew what was next. The pleading eyes, begging her to realize that he loved her, that he'd never hurt her, that she was his rising and setting sun. Therefore, she could steel her heart and not cave in, only to save the sadness and disappointment for later, when he screwed up again.
"D-Dean," Oh God! She choked on his name! No! He couldn't know that she was weak and giving in!
Come on, Russo! Stand up straight, chin up, shoulders back, chest out and don't, whatever you do, don't break eye contact! You can do this! Tell him what's on your mind! Alex persuaded herself. She put her shoulders back, effectively making herself stand up straighter, although, she had no control on the chin thing, since his hand was still wrapped around her chin, but she could stare into his eyes, which she did, as she puffed her chest out. She stared him down.
"Dean," she started again, this time, though, it was stronger, more powerful.
Good girl! Her mind congratulated. Now, tell him off! Alex nodded, listening to the voice.
"I know you were kissing her back, okay? Your arms were around her waist, so I know you weren't pushing her away. And another thing, I know that this wasn't the first time. I've gotten warnings that you were cheating on me, that you were even sleeping with Gigi! So don't lie, it's not going to help you. Not this time or ever again. Because...I'm breaking up with you." Alex stated, wincing at her words.
Dean glared at her. "Do you have any idea what you're doing, Alex? Trust me, I'll be just fine, I can get any girl, but you..." Dean shook his head sympathetically. "I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you. I'm out of your league and you know it." he said smugly, removing his hands from her body and folding them over his chest to stare down at her, grinning.
Alex narrowed her eyes at him. "Yeah, I know you're out of my league. Only because I'm in the league with people who are aware of how to treat other people, which you are apparently above. If you are in the same league as Gigi, then I don't wanna be in your league." she concluded, beginning to walk away, but Dean caught her arm.
"Alex! Stop! You're not going anywhere, we are not breaking up and we are going out tonight, just like we planned." Dean practically growled. Alex had to regain control of her heart, which was pounding at an alarming rate in fear.
"No. We are over," she paused. "Why do you even want to stay together anyway, if I'm so out of your league and you can get so much better? That is, if you consider Gigi 'better'." Alex questioned.
Dean grinned, but it wasn't a happy or pleased grin. It was like the cat-ate-the-canary kind of grin. Either way, it frightened Alex.
"You are my excuse. My parents think I'm doing better in school and stuff since I've been dating you because you're such a 'good influence'." Dean said, rolling his eyes and using finger quotes. Alex glared at him.
"You've been using me since the beginning?" She demanded. Dean nodded, apparently not the least bit sorry for his infidelity since the start. Alex was done. She had heard everything she wanted to hear, and more.
"Fine then. So, use Gigi, or some other poor girl as your excuse. Because there's no way in this world that I'm ever going to fall for your charms again. Goodbye, Dean. We're through here." Alex concluded icily, wrenching her arm out of his grasp. Dean let go and slammed his fist against his locker, but Alex ignored it, instead focused on putting one foot in front of the other. She, Alexandra Maria Russo had broken up with Dean Moriarti, jock and king of Waverly High School.
Alex sighed and sat up. She opened the photo frame and took out the picture of Dean and herself hugging and crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the garbage can, but it missed. She got off her bed with a groan and walked over to her desk and bent down and picked up the crumpled up photo. She tossed it into the garbage can. It went in this time. She walked over to her bed, picking her second generation iPod Nano off of her desk and collapsed on her stomach. She put the earbuds in her ears and turned on her iPod and put it on shuffle. Her favorite song, Still In Love With You started playing. It was by her favorite band, Connect Three. Alex rolled over onto her back and looked around her room.
Her bed was right beside her window on the left. On the right was her nightstand. On the right side of her room was her desk, trash can and two bookshelves. Her laptop and iDock were on the desk, along with several photos. Some were of Dean. She'd take care of those later. She turned her head.
Straight ahead was her dresser and the door to her room, currently shut and locked. On the back of her room door was a full length mirror. Pictures surrounded her mirror, again, some were of Dean and herself. She sighed in irritation and looked to the left of her room.
There was her hope chest with a big 'A' engraved on the top. Alex had received the hope chest four years ago, when she turned thirteen. Her father had told her to put her belongings of her womanhood into the chest. Alex's cheeks had burned red. That was embarrassing, hearing her father tell her to put things of her 'womanhood' into the chest. Like what? Tampons, bras, makeup? Alex had dismissed the idea and instead put things of her childhood in the chest. It was full of photo albums, her bouncy ball collection, her old Pokemon cards, her favorite childhood books and such. Alex smiled and tore her gaze away from the spectacular chest.
There was another bookshelf, on the left side of her hope chest, and a bubble chair on the right of the hope chest. Next to her chair was the door to her closet. The door was covered of pictures of her favorite band. The members of Connect Three smiled at her. Alex scowled. How could they look so happy when she was so depressed? She sighed and looked away, but forgot one minor detail. Posters Connect Three hung on every available space of her walls. Her mother had been furious. After begging her parents two years straight to paint her walls light royal purple, they had finally done it. And Alex had covered the beautifully painted walls with posters. However, her parents didn't argue with her anymore. They argued with each other and denied it.
Her parents had been fighting so much lately, Alex was waiting for one of them to demand a divorce. If they didn't bring the papers soon, she'd go get them. They didn't seem to notice anything about their children anymore. Alex hated to see how her fourteen year old and eighteen year old brothers were handling the fighting. Max's grades were slipping, even more than usual. Justin, whom Alex had looked up to, though she'd never admit it, was becoming even more of a recluse. He stayed holed up in his room all day, typing away on his desktop computer, or shining his action figure collection. Though why anyone would collect action figures was a mystery to Alex, it was odd, regardless. Even so, that wasn't the worse part.
The worst part was that her parents acted like they weren't even fighting. As if anyone could ignore the arguments, they were so loud. Even when Alex had her iPod blasting, she could hear them. It'd gotten so bad, she bought bass-boosting earphones, hoping to tune out her parents. Somehow, she heard them. She wished her parents had come with an off button. Just then, she heard her parents arrive home from work. They owned a sandwhich shop. Who would've thought they could argue over something as basic as that? Apparently, they could.
"Theresa! You're absurd if you think I'm going to go to California for a little business opportunity! America is in a recession! Don't you understand that? We wouldn't be able to afford a hotel room for one night, let alone the whole summer! And what would we do with the children? Justin is old enough and mature enough to take care of himself, but he couldn't possibly watch over Alex and Max as well! They're hard enough for me to watch over!" Mr. Jerry Russo yelled from downstairs.
"Well maybe it's because you don't watch them, Jerry! Giving Alex a credit card to keep her out of your hair and shoving Max into sports so he's never home is not watching over them, it's paying them off! And I already told you, the company that wants us to expand and franchise will pay for everything. It's a really good opportunity! And the children would come with us, of course. I'm not going to leave any of them at home alone!" Mrs. Theresa Russo shouted back.
Alex could hear Max in his room down the hall, blasting his music as loud as he could. She knew Justin was escaping into a book. Usually, she would do the same. She would put in her earbuds and read a book, a nice combination of the two. Unfortunately, she knew that wasn't going to be the case today. Instead, she opened her room window and climbed out the window and onto the fire escape. She carefully shut her window and then sat down on the fire escape, looking up into the night sky. It was practically impossible to see the stars in the sky in New York unless there was a citywide blackout, but tonight was an exception. Or maybe enough things had gone wrong today that the Fates had given her a little magic. Regardless the reason, Alex saw a shooting star, the first one she'd ever seen in her entire life. She shut her eyes to make a wish.
I wish I could meet Connect Three and that this summer wouldn't suck like I know it's going to. Alex wished over and over for a minute before she finally opened her eyes. She looked up at the sky, but saw no more stars, shooting or otherwise. She sighed and got to her feet, opening her window.
It was probably a plane or a helicopter. She thought to herself, half-sad. But still...that doesn't mean I don't want it to come true. She bit her lip wistfully. If only it would come true, but that's illogical, like that would ever happen. It could happen to other people, but not to me. She told herself, crawling back into her room, relieved her parents weren't fighting anymore.
"Alex! Justin! Max! Get down here! We're ordering Chinese for dinner!" Jerry Russo yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Alex winced at the thunder in his voice.
Nothing could happen to me that would get me to meet Connect Three. She told herself over and over until it became a chant in her head.
Alex snuggled deeper under the covers in her bed, closing her eyes. Her iDock was on, music gently floating to her. Of course it was a love song by Connect Three. Alex smiled, knowing that nobody knew Connect Three better than her. They were the object of her dreams ever since she first heard them on the radio three years ago, falling in love with their voices. The media now claimed them to be the biggest thing since the Beatles, but Alex personally thought they were the biggest thing since music itself. Downstairs, she could hear her parents getting into another argument, this time over bills. Somehow, the conversation tied to California. Alex grabbed her remote and turned up the volume on her iDock. She burrowed back into her blankets, going over the history of Connect Three to block her parents fighting from her head, using the song on her iDock as background.
Connect Three is an all-boy band made of brothers, Nathaniel, Shane and Jason Gray. Nate is seventeen, Shane is nineteen and Jason is twenty one. The band is from New Jersey, personally, I believe they are the biggest thing to come from New Jersey since Bon Jovi. Moving on, the brothers tried to make it big, but they were pushed aside, the world was too taken up with celebrities such as Zac Efron and Jesse McCartney. Psh, they have nothing over Connect Three. Okay...what else...oh! It started out with Nate, getting into small movies parts and in commercials. Then onto singing, selling a solo CD at age twelve. A year later, a record company signed him, but the deal was to make it a band, his brothers being Nate's first choice. The record dropped them, Nate's voice hadn't yet hit puberty and they were quite ready, so they were gone. But thank God Disney could spot a future band of stars when they saw them. So, they hooked up with Disney and made three top selling CDs. They were at the top of the charts and they weren't giving up their spot anytime soon. They are popping out albums like my parents are coming up with fights. Alex went over mentally.
She turned over and looked at her wall, squinting to see the posters on her walls. She could see the one closest to her with the light shining through her window. Shane, the middle brother, stood at his place in the middle, wearing red skinny jeans, a black dress shirt, a gold tie and white shoes. His black hair was straightened and swept to the side, looking oh so sexy. Jason, the oldest brother, was standing on Shane's left, his arm around his younger brother. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a red dress shirt, a white tie and gold dress shoes. His dark brown hair was naturally curly, although he sometimes straightened it like Shane. Nate was on the right of Shane, his older brother's arm around his shoulders. He wore white skinny jeans, a gold dress shirt, a black tie and red shoes. Nate's hair was curly, but it was more than that...his hair was like a fro of dark brown curls. The resemblance was clear, but just barely.
Nate and Shane both had brown eyes, but Jason's eyes were hazel. Nate's eyes were more almond shaped than his brothers. Shane was the most buff, but his brothers were both built, just not as muscular as their gym freak of a brother. Shane was also tan, but that could've been because Nate and Jason were fair skinned and Shane looked like a model for a tanning bed shop next to them. They were all pretty close in height and weight, but Nate was a couple inches shorter and several pounds less. However, mostly because Nate had juvenile diabetes, ever since he was thirteen. He lived with it and was a role model to Alex, but she also looked up to him for different reasons. Such as, his family's religion was the most important thing in his life, and manners and morals came first. Most boys thought chivalry was dead, but Alex believed that the boys who believed that should be dead. Ladies deserved respect no matter what. And Connect Three believed that, thanks to their close family.
Alex sighed and rolled back over. She could still hear her parents fighting from downstairs. She wished her family was more like the Gray family. She wished she could date a boy as sweet as Nate Gray. But more than anything, she wished her parents would stop fighting and her summer wouldn't be a depressing blur. Alex repeated the wishes over and over in her head until the words slurred together and she fell asleep.
