Ok, first off, THIS IS NOT A JALEX STORY! I really dislike that paring: I prefer seeing Alex and Justin how they truly are: brother and sister who care about each other, but really get on each other's nerves. Also, I really love protective!Justin. Hence, I create this story. I don't know where I'll go with it.

"Ok, so you've just crossed the boarder? Then it's official! I'm in charge!"

Alex groaned. She still couldn't get over how her parents thought it was a good idea to have her older brother, the guy who took baths for god's sake, watch her and Max when she was only a year younger than him.

At that moment, Justin was leaning on the kitchen counter holding the reciever to his ear while Alex sat lazily on the couch with Max was working on his "Do waterballons turn to clay?" assignment for school.

"C'mon, waterballon, change already!" Max commanded, growing frustrated. "What's wrong with the balloons?"

"Maybe there's something that's missing," Alex whispered, holding up her wand.

"Oh, right." Max said, "I need to poke the balloons so they work! I'm so stupid!"

He made to grab Alex's wand, but she pulled it away from him.

"Really?" Alex asked. "Ugh, I'm done with you."

Justin was still on the phone.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll take care of them. Yes, and I'll watch out for Alex, I promise. No, I won't fall for one of her schemes. I'm smart enough not to do that...again. Love you, bye."

"Justin, I would keep Mom on speed dial if I were you," Alex said as Justin made to hang up the phone. "We all know I get whatever I want, regardless if you attempt to stop me."

"Well, it'll be different this time, Alex." Justin retorted, crossing over to stand in front of her. "Mom and Dad trust me to keep you safe, so for the next few days, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Oh, really now?" Alex smirked. "I wonder how many other boring, useless teenagers devote their weekend to watching their teenage sisters instead of doing something actually worthwhile."

"Oooh!" Max laughed, high fiveing Alex. Justin shot him an intimidating glare, forcing Max to mumble a hasty apology.

"See, Alex?" Justin mocked, looking her in the eyes, "Max apoligized. Why don't you follow his lead and show me what a big girl you are?"

Alex saw red. "No thanks, neither of you deserve my rare apologies. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late."

She stood up, and made an attempt for the door, only to be stopped by Justin grabbing her forearm.

"Late for what, Alex? Where do you possibly think you're going?"

Alex shook his grip off. "To meet Riley at the street fair. He said he wanted to see me. What's it to you?" she added, throwing him a death glare.

Justin wasn't the least bit intimidated. "Alex, you're not going anywhere. Riley is bad news; there's a rumor going around school that he abused his last girlfriend, and besides; seeing that I'm your guardian right now, I'm not allowing it." He took Alex's arm again and lead her back to the couch.

"Oh, like you're going to stop me. I'm not scared of you Justin, plus I'd rather not waste my time arguing with you when you know that I'm going to win in the end."

"Alex, that may work with Dad, but not with me: there is nothing in this world that is going to distract me from watching you and Max."

Quickly, Alex snatched a waterballoon from Max's hand, and threw it at Justin's face. Justin, completely distracted, yelled "ALEX!" and made to grasp her, but he was too late: Alex had already flashed out of the house.

"ALEX!"

"She's gone Justin." Max said, laughing a little. "She was right, you know: she was able to escape you again."

"No, she didn't. I promised Mom and Dad I'd take care of her, and I'm not going to let her get into any trouble that's going to harm her. Plus, she also disobeyed me, and I'm not going to let her get away with her scheme this time!" Justin promised. "Max, I'm calling Harper to come over and watch you while I go after her myself."

"Justin, I don't need a sitter, besides, you don't even know where Alex went." Max protested. "I could help you find her."

"No, Max. She might go somewhere that's too dangerous, and yes, you need a sitter because at the moment, I don't trust you, not after you made a meatball volcano in your bedroom last week."

"Touche." Max replied.

Justin grabbed the phone to call Harper. ''Wherever you are, Alex, you aren't going to win this time.'' he thought, "Your brother's going to find you."