(A/n: okay, so this is the first jalex multi-chapter story I'm writing. This is very different from my usual style of writing, but I hope you guys like it. FLUFF ALERT. The first part in Italics is the present. The rest of the story will be in flashback in 3rd person's POV.

This story is dedicated to everyone who read/review/alert/favorite my other stories, especially Baku Babe, because she's really nice to me.)

Disclaimer: I don't own a show named WOWP where the lead female character and the lead male character are related. :P Keep it in mind.

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Chapter 1: Now we fall apart

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Alex groaned as the alarm clock rang. "Justin. Shut it up." She mumbled sleepily. "Justin? JUSTIN!"

She finally opened her eyes to see Justin wasn't in the room.

Great. So she had to wake up at 5 am and go searching for him!

And she still wondered WHY he set the alarm at 5. Will it kill him to let her sleep on Mondays?

She sighed and turned off the alarm. She noticed a piece of paper lying by her bedside. What the heck?

Great. The first thing she has to do after waking up is READ. Will it kill him to just send voicemails?

"Going out to get breakfast. Can't find my TOB shirt. What did you do to it?"

A small smile formed on Alex's lips. TOB Shirt. That shirt itself brought so many memories… That was the shirt he was wearing when……

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"I hate this!" Alex groaned and tugged at Justin's TOB shirt.

Normally, he would scream and scream and scream when Alex touched it, but that moment wasn't exactly the best time. (And he knew she wasn't talking about the shirt that she was tugging at.)

"I hate it too." Justin sighed and tightened his hold on her waist.

"Why did they do this to us?" Alex sobbed against his chest.

Justin sighed. "I don't know…." (He knew all the other things though, like the fact that he was physically a little too close to his sister at that moment, or the fact that he chose to ignore the former fact.)

"She's destroying my life… she's controlling every single second of it….. I can't take it anymore!" Alex yelled.

Justin rubbed her back soothingly and gently took hold of her chin. "Alex, you know mom loves you…."

"Then why did she get the divorce? Why did she take me away from dad? Why did she take me away from you?" Alex growled through her tears.

"Alex, we've been through this before…. ", Justin tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ears. "It's their life. It's their choice." (And he knew the fact that they would have to go through this again.)

"Then why can't they let me stay with you? Why do I have to go away with them to France?" Alex questioned as she pulled away from Justin and sat up on her bed.

Justin sank down in her bed and buried his head in his hands. "Alex-"

"Justin-"Alex cut him off. "You have to talk to her again, please. For me?" Alex pleaded.

"Fine, I will." Justin gave in. "But first you need to get down and eat."

"Or what?" Alex challenged. "That French guy will kill me?"

"He's not really French, he lives in France." He corrected. (Because he was Justin Russo, he had grown up correcting his sister.)

"Whatever." Alex rolled her eyes. "Point is- I don't care what that French dude thinks."

"That French dude is our mother's boyfriend." Justin scolded.

"Which is why I hate him." Alex snapped back. Seriously, will it kill him to get her point?

"He isn't that bad…." Justin reasoned.

"How do you know? You don't have to live with him! You have your own apartment now." Alex yelled but paused when an idea hit her (again). "Can't you let me stay with you?" She pleaded as she settled her head on Justin's chest, facing him.

"I can't... Mom won't allow you to stay with me…" Justin shed a tear in helplessness.

"I don't get it! Why can't I stay with you? I thought mom trusts you to take good care of me." Alex shook her head in frustration.

"We're growing up…." Justin simply stated.

"So?" Alex shoved his stomach with her elbow.

Justin yelped in pain before finally replying. "So? We can't stay together."

"You are not making any sense." Alex rolled her eyes and wiped her tears with her arm. (And that was why she hated wearing mascara and eye-liners. Anybody have a tissue?)

"What I'm trying to say is-"

Justin got cut off when Mr. Smith entered her room. (And he was thankful he didn't have to explain this to his little sister.)

"Alex, why aren't you at the dinner table yet?" Mr. Smith questioned and then he noticed the intimate position Justin and Alex were in."And what are you two doing?" he motioned towards them.

Justin suddenly felt uneasy and quickly pushed Alex off him. (Not that he wasn't uncomfortable yet but….. okay, you get the point. And maybe he wasn't so thankful after all.)

"What does it look like we're doing? We are talking, duh." Alex snapped back as she glared at Justin for his sudden movement and recollected herself.

"Young lady, don't talk to me like that." Mr. Smith warned.

"I talk to my dad like this." Alex replied digging her nails. (At least her manicure wasn't ruined.)

"Well, I'm not your father, am I?" Mr. Smith snapped.

"Well, you're trying to be. You act like you are my dad." Alex pointed out.

Justin bit his bottom lip in fear and anticipation. He could already smell a heated fight.

Mr. Smith simply ordered. "Get down for dinner, now."

"I'm not hungry." Alex declared, picking up a random fashion magazine from her desk to ignore facing him.

"In that case, you are grounded for two days." Mr. Smith declared as he left the room.

"What? You can't ground me! You're not my dad!" Alex yelled behind his back and then looked at Justin. "I can't live like this."

Justin sighed. This was going nowhere. "Wanna get some pizza?"

"Justin, I'm grounded." Alex reminded him as she threw the magazine in a far corner of the room in frustration. (Seriously, did he zone out for the past few minutes, like she does when he talks about magnetic quantum number?)

"Let me see what I can do about that." Justin smiled as he got up from the bed. "Come on, let's get downstairs."

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"Umm…Hello, Mr. Smith…" Justin greeted politely. (What a Kiss up!)

"Hello, Justin." He returned with a small smile.

"So, I was wondering if I could take Alex out for pizza…." Justin asked nervously, looking at the pictures in the wall in front of him.

"So, you are asking me whether you can take your sister outfor pizza?" Mr. Smith asked in a sarcastic tone, very similar to Alex's.

Alex gave him a dirty look, ready for another round of battle. Justin pulled her back and replied calmly. "Yupe, I do need your permission. You're her guardian now."

"You know Alex, I really like your brother," Mr. Smith replied, looking at Alex. "He's intelligent, polite, well-behaved-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I get it." Alex cut him off with a huff. "Why don't you adopt him instead of me then?"

"Sure Justin, you can take her out." Mr. Smith smiled and went back to his dinner.

Phew!

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"You only have thirty-five dollars, right?" Alex asked Justin, keeping her gaze fixed on the other people at the restaurant.

"How on earth do you know that?" Justin widened his eyes in surprise.

Alex shrugged. "Just guessing…I don't have my powers anymore, remember? … Knowing you, that's how much you would have saved for yourself…" she scoffed.

Justin gave her a consoling look. Losing her powers over this divorce was probably the worst part. But he still didn't get it. If Max (living with their mother) still had his powers, why didn't Alex?

Justin quickly snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his sister. "I'm sorry about your powers…" He apologized.

Alex shrugged again. "I would have lost them to you anyway…… so, do you want to share the pizza or what?"

"Alex, I'm not really that hungry….." Justin protested.

"I know you haven't eaten anything since morning…." Alex glared at him. "Dad should really hire new waiters, now that I and Max don't work there anymore…."

"He won't…. it's too expensive… besides, new people can't be trusted." Justin argued.

"Whatever." Alex rolled her eyes as she handed him the first slice of the pizza. (A pizza with pine-apple topping is waiting in front of them, and Justin is still arguing with her. Seriously?) "I'm being generous towards you once in my life, don't ruin it."

Justin fought the urge to tease her about the use of a big word like 'generous' and smiled in gratitude. His little sister was growing up.

"I don't get it." Alex spoke while eating. "Why is angry dude always so nice to you?"

Justin skipped the 'don't talk with your mouth full' lecture (because maybe the pizza would have ended up from her mouth to his TOB shirt). Instead, he replied with a smug look, "You heard what he said. I'm intelligent, polite, well-behaved-"

"-okay, I got it." Alex cut him off in irritation. "I just don't understand why he doesn't like me…" she looked down at the ground.

"You don't like him either…." Justin pointed out. "You should try being nice to him. Besides… he's not always nice to me…. "

"Yeah, about that-"Alex straightened up and faced Justin, ready for another fight. "Why did you pull me back? Why didn't you let me defend you? He has no right to insult you like that!" she almost screamed.

(Okay, so maybe he should have skipped his last sentence. Mc reary time reary? Nah. No magic without permission).

"It wasn't an insult." Justin grabbed Alex's hand and squeezed it to reassure her. "Besides, I should have phrased that differently. It's my fault, really…."

Alex sighed. "I miss daddy."

Justin pulled her into a hug, and kissed her forehead softly.

"They were so happy together…." Alex whispered as she began to cry again… "Why did they get a divorce?"

"I wish I knew…" Justin whispered back, as Alex's words echoed in his head.

Why did they get a divorce?

A few minutes later, Alex stopped crying and finished eating the pizza.

"Come on. You need to get home now." Justin said as he offered her his hand.

Alex rolled her eyes and chose to use the corner of Justin's shirt to wipe her hands.

"ALEX!" Justin shrieked. Alex smiled.

(Okay, so if his sister smiles when his favorite shirt is ruined, maybe it isn't such a bad thing?)

(A/N: tada! That's the mystery. This chapter was just an introduction. Next chapters are better than this, trust me. I'm feeling fluffy XD. Mystery gets more intense as story proceeds. Review if you liked it. Tell me if you want me to continue. I've already written the full story in advance, I'll post as you review. More review=faster update.)