Alex's Pov

Do you know that feeling you get, when you like someone? When you get nervous around them and you worry about how you look around them? When you can't sleep at night, because all you can think of is them? And when you're around them all you want to do is reach out to them? And that one single touch would make your heart burst?

Just one touch. You pass each other and your arms brush against each other. Or you're sitting by each other and your feet or your knees touch "accidently". Well that's how I've been feeling lately. I hate that this is happening to me, and that I'm being such a girl about everything.

I just wish there was something I could do or a spell to make all of this go away forever. I never felt this way with Dean. I thought I did with Mason, but this is way different.

I got up from my bed and walked to the door; wearing a black short sleeve t-shirt and long purple pajama pants. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I opened the door. I suddenly felt pressure against me as I stumbled into the hallway.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying any attention." I heard an apologetic voice and I got goose bumps when I felt hands gently grasp my arms to keep me from falling over. I looked up into his light blue eyes and forgot how to speak. "I….uh…um it's okay it's my fault." I stuttered. He looked down remembering he was still holding me and let go of my arms. We walked down stairs in awkward silence.

I sat on the couch while he walked to the refrigerator. He pulled out a bottle of water and came and sat down next to me. He was sitting only inches away from me and my heart started beating faster. I picked up the remote and tried to distract myself.

I flipped through channel after channel. Finally sighing in defeat and turning the TV off. I heard Justin sigh and laugh with me. Oh that laugh, it made me giddy and bubbly. I leaned back and settled against the couch. I closed my eyes and listened to Justin's breathing.

I felt him shift in his seat, and I opened my eyes. I saw his head laid back against the couch and his eyes closed. I took this moment to study him. His face, the curve of his jaw, the outline of his chest through his gray t-shirt, and just when I was about to look further he turned to me and said, "Mom and dad are visiting grandma for the weekend and Max is at a friend's house. So I guess it's just you and me."

I tried not to smile at the idea. "So what do you want to do?" he asked looking at me expectantly. "I don't know, but let's do something fun. It's so boring here." I sighed and huffed. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. "Well we could always do something with magic that will get us in trouble, and then you bat your eyelashes and fix everything." He jokingly teased.

I playfully rolled my eyes and said, "Oh we will." I paused thinking, "as soon as I think of something." He smiled again and his hair fell into his eyes, just begging me to reach over and tuck it back into place. He looked over at me and when I looked at him I froze. His eyes searched mine and I forced myself to keep looking into his eyes instead of looking at his lips.

I felt an awkward silence settle over us and our eyes broke away. I tried to look everywhere but at him. The coffee table, the rug, and even an invisible speck on the wall. My thoughts were running wild just sitting next to him. I looked down at my hands in my lap and I started to pick at my dark blue nail polish.

I could still hear the sound of Justin's steady breathing, and it made me wonder if he even knew what he was doing to me. My eyes slowly made their way back to him and when I looked at him his eyes quickly darted away from me. I must have imagined it, because I know he wasn't looking at me. He couldn't have been. Could he?

No Alex don't be stupid he's your brother, and a goodie-goodie there's no way he would do something like that. I tried to convince myself. But I still had a little surge of hope inside me. I watched him look around the room, he looked deep in thought, and I wished so badly that I could read his mind.

I stretched my arms out and laid my hands on the couch cushions, tracing patterns on the material. Justin began to turn toward me and his hand accidently landed on top of mine. He paused looking down at our hands. His almost covered mine completely. My arm got goose bumps, and I hoped he didn't notice.

He then pulled away and got up, walking across the room. My hand felt warm even after his hand left. I could feel my goose bumps spread across my skin. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. I desperately wanted to go over there to him and wrap my arms around him.

Then he turned toward me again, he opened his mouth to speak, but paused. He seemed to be considering his words carefully and then he spoke, "Alex, can I ask you something?" My heart nearly stopped, he knows.