(A/N: This is my best Jalex story so far, and it's my personal favorite so far, because it's angst, but not dark. I'm trying to make it as realistic, as serious and as emotionally intense as possible. PLEASE REVIEW. I have a lot of expectations from this.)

Disclaimer: I do not own WOWP, the songs I'll use in the beginning of some chapters, or any other thing mentioned in this story that belongs to someone else. LOL

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Prologue-The theme

House: A dwelling that serves as living quarter for one or more families.

Doll- house: A small model house used as a children's toy or to display miniature dolls and furniture.

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In his eyes, this world is a collection of houses- doll-houses. Some are big, some are small, some are new, some are old, some are bright, some are dull, some are nice, and some are not.

In his eyes, all the people are just little dolls. Some are nice, some are mean, some are rude, some are kind, some are rich, some are poor, some are happy and some are sad.

In his eyes, life consisted of these dolls and their doll-houses. They played games called 'school', 'education', 'family', 'marriage', and that was a lot of fun.

He would look at his three year old little sister, smile and say, "Who said dolls couldn't have happy endings?"

Years passed, and things changed. His vision of doll-houses was replaced by that of real houses, and he could see that people weren't exactly as innocent as dolls.

But one thing never changed in his life: she was a doll. His doll. Her lips tasted like strawberry, chocolate, magic and a bit like sin….

His life had begun the day he first met her. His world was painted with bright colors the first time she said his name. His lips tingled the first time she had kissed him. And his entire life had revolved around her. She was the princess of his kingdom, the queen of his heart, the doll of his dollhouse…

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"Do you want a baby sister, Justin?" Theresa asked her one and a half year old son, gently caressing her growing belly.

"Doll." He pouted, looking at his mother with puppy dog eyes.

"Don't you want a nice little sister?" His mother tried again.

"Doll." He repeated calmly, crossing his arms in front of him in a stubborn motion.

His mother sighed and got up from the couch. "He'll get used to it soon." She whispered to her husband.

"Yeah, he has to." He whispered back, smiling contently. "I can't believe I'll have my baby girl in just a few more months."

"Me neither." Theresa smiled back, patting his shoulder and looking at Justin again. She sat down on her knees to get to his level and gently took him in her arms. "Honey, once she is born, your life will be so much more fun. You'll have someone to play with."

"Dolly will play with me?" he asked in an excited tone, freeing himself from his mother's grasp and jumping up and down.

Theresa sighed again. "He'll know when he meets her."

"Yeah." Jerry sighed too while smiling at his little boy's antics.

The smile on the little boy's face never faltered: he was waiting for the doll, his doll….

(A/N: Please rate and review and let me know what you think! Even if you don't like this prologue, please give the first chapter one try. I promise you I won't let you down on this story.)

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(A/N:This story has a plot, but it'd mainly be centered around the theme. PLEASE REVIEW. PRETTY PLEASE :-S And even if you don't like the prologue, please give chapter 1 a try, I won't disappoint you, trust me)