Disclaimer: I do not own wowp or any of the characters. Disclaimed for the whole fic :)

Prologue

"Alex, are you okay?" Justin screamed, hugging her tightly (Gosh she isn't dying!), as soon as she opened the door. "What happened? Why did you leave me that voicemail? Why weren't you answering my calls? What do you need help with so urgently?"

She shrugged, pulling back from him. (Sweaty shirt. Ew.) "Can you just change the TV language settings to English? I can't understand a word! It's all in Chinese!"

He stared at her, shocked, disbelieving. "It's Japanese! We're in Japan! And you made me come home all the way from office for that?"

She shrugged again, totally non-chalant. (It's Zeke car he's driving. Why does he care?)

"Alex! You played me like a violin!" he accused sadly, trying to act like those sappy heroes who have been cheated on by their girlfriend, and it did nothing more than to annoy her.

"Hey! I don't know how to play a violin!" she pointed out. "And no one would play you. Your screams are not music!" (But they are music to her ears. There's nothing in the world that she loves more than hearing Justin scream in fear or panic.)

He huffed, rushing to fix the TV, all the while eying her suspiciously.

"What?" she snarled. (How does he always figure out when she's got something in her mind?)

"You're up to something." He declared, switching off the TV.

"What! No I'm not!" she stomped her feet stubbornly, glaring at him.

He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "What's going on, Alex?"

"Uh-nothing." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. (Like she would tell him what's going on? Psheah, right.)

"Alex." he said sternly.

She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes, putting her hand around his neck. "Why don't you believe me, Justin?" she asked sweetly, kissing his lips.

He groaned. "Not now, Alex… I need to get back to work before my boss fires me and we start living in streets."

"But I thought we could-"

BHAM!

"What was that ruckus?" he asked, pulling back from her.

"W-what ruckus?" she asked, feigning ignorance. (She can totally convince Justin he's hallucinating… or he's being haunted by the ghost of the guy who died in their new apartment.)

"Didn't you hear a noise in the kitchen?" he asked, walking up to the kitchen. "That was a ruckus!"

She quickly stood in his path, blocking his way. "Can you describe the ruckus, Justin?"

He wrinkled the bridge of his nose in confusion. "Yeah…It sounded kind of like a Max-ruckus… But Max isn't- ALEX WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"What!" she yelled back, placing her hands on her hips. "Just because there's a noise in the kitchen doesn't automatically mean it's Max and I have something to do with it!"

"Did you have something to do with this?" he crossed his arms over his chest, fixing his gaze on her face.

"Yes!" She whined, looking away. (Ugh! Stupid Justin-gaze). "Max showed up when I accidentally turned on the IPP."

He let out a dry mocking laugh. "Accidentally?"

"Hey! I told you to get me chocolates! It's your fault you didn't! It's your fault he's here! Now fix it!" she demanded, shoving him to the kitchen.

He groaned, shaking his head.

…The fun (trouble) was just beginning.

(A/N: this is a sequel to "Her best friend's fault". I think a lot of you liked that ff, so I decided to do a sequel :) Plus, I'm writing angst right now and it's tiring me :| Let me know if you like this. Please review!)