AN: wow. Bloody hell. It has been soo long since I uploaded a fanfic. i have promised people that I would add more chapters to my glee story, and finish my twilight one. But I still haven't. I know you guys might want to slap me for uploading this oneshot when i NEED to finish my other stories, but stick with me and give this story a go.

"Don't say we're not right for each other because the way I see it, we might not be right for anyone else"

She smiles, relieved, as her brother fixes another one of her magical mistakes. Well, not mistakes essentially, but magical experiments. Which have been cautioned against. I am sure you get the idea. Her heart sinks as he rolls his eyes at her, annoyed, and stomps out of the room.

Longing. Hope. Faith. Uncertainty. Dismissal. Love.

He walks out of the room, but not before rolling his eyes at her. He stumbles into the hallway and shudders. She is his constant, the only person he has ever really trusted and loved; yet she is his sister. "Forbidden love", he thinks comically. He has always thought the idea of forbidden love was amazing, like how the two people, so much in love, can conquer anything. But now that it is happening to him it is the worst thing imaginable. Especially when the feelings are not mutual.

Pain. Love. Uncertainty. Jealousy. Forgotten. Angst.

She collapses on her bed, tired of keeping up the illusion that everything is fine and that she is not in love with her brother. And when reality is so very distant from the lie, it is even more painful. Her life is the complete opposite of what she makes it out to be. And it hurts like hell.

Lies. Jealousy. Emptiness. Angst. Loathing. Love.

He sprints up the winding staircase and into the hallway. He stops outside his little sister's door and waits. He isn't sure what he waits for, but he does. It only takes one faint sob for him to burst into her room. He walks over to her bed, to her crumpled body and takes her face into his hands. "Don't cry," he whispers over and over. He bends his head forward touching his lips to hers. She tastes like nothing he has ever experienced. Like hope, want, forbidden love, salty tears, and a hint of strawberry. He pulls back to look her blood-red come-hither lips, her dark brown eyes filled with longing, and feels a sick satisfaction. He loves her so much, words cant even explain it.

Want. Elation. Love. Faith. Tenderness. Excitement.

She feels as if a thousand fireworks were being lit all over her body. Her heart beat pounds in her ears, and her vision goes blurry. She looks up at his messy, dark hair and his wide, almost innocent looking eyes and feels only elation. Elation cannot even describe it; more like hope, excitement, or any other word that describes extreme happiness. Maybe this was what Donna Summer was singing about in her song If It Makes You Feel Good. She was wrong though, it makes her feel amazing. This is what true love is, she figures. And she couldn't be happier that it was with him. Because he is the best thing that has ever happened to her. Ever.

I kept you waiting for so long

Now I see that I was wrong

I guess I love you oh so much

Now I thrill to your touch

If it makes you feel good

I'm gonna make it all up to you

If it makes you feel good

I'm gonna love you through, through and through

AN: so, I guess the pairing could be taken any way, but while I was writing it I was thinking it was a jalex. The first quote is from the cutting edge and the second is from a Donna Summer song, if it makes you feel good. Which is a song I do not like, but it fit well with the story. I suggest you listen to it while reading it. ;)