Here's a random story I dreamed up. Justin Russo is a hottie in my opinion. :P But, just a warning, I might switch this story to my new account in a few days. Im only posting it here because I cant post on my other one for two days, or something stupid. But yeah, soo The Russo's are © to Family. Blair is © to me. The pairing is JustinXOC.

3 Liss

Anticipation fuelled my heart rate to a ridiculous beating pattern. I could barely contain it within my chest. But, as excited as I was, I could not show it. I sat with Alex Russo on the worn in, bright orange couch in her living room. The rest of her family was busying themselves in the kitchen. They, also, are awaiting the arrival of their son, Justin Russo.

Justin went to university a year ago. The night he left is filled with images of moving lips and tender hands moving across my shoulders and arms. I have not seen him since that night. Its stupid of me to think that he would wait for me, I know. But, I can't help but hope that he did. That he thought of me every night. That he might have pleasured himself to the memory of my kiss.

To this day, I still am not sure what drove us to kiss that night. I had always felt a distinct attraction to him, since the day Alex brought me home with her one day from school. Maybe it was the fear of his departure that brought us together.

I remember the kiss like it had just happened, like I can still fell his lips moving on mine. The terror that his parents or, god forbid, Alex would descend the stairs into the darkness of the living room and catch us in our bliss. We both knew that Alex should never know that that night ever happened. We knew she would not understand. Alex and Justin always kept their lives as separate as they could manage, living under the same roof, and going to the same school.

Now, Alex and I have just finished the eleventh grade, we are 17. Justin is coming back today from university for the summer, he is 20. When he left a year ago, he wore his raven hair lose, his bangs in front of his eyes. I had always liked when he wore it that way. The last time he saw me, my dark locks were long and curly, similar to Alex's. Now, I wear my hair cropped to the nape of my neck because it is simply too hot to wear it long. I hope he still recognizes me.

"Why are we making a fancy dinner, Mom? It's only Justin." Alex said cynically, glancing at me with humour in her eyes.

"Because, sweetie, Justin probably hasn't eaten a decent meal since he left." Mrs. Russo replied, her slight Latino accent covering her words. Alex snorted, and turned to me, rolling her eyes. "Wanna go upstairs, Blair?" I nodded and followed her up the stairs, sadness washing over me.

I wouldn't be able to see him the moment he walked through the door. I had to remain nonchalant in Alex's eyes. I laid on Alex's bed while she sat down on her computer chair. I was only half-listening to Alex ranting about Justin's nerdiness, more focused on the sound the door would make when Justin's strong, calloused hands would turn the knob.

"…I mean, Captain Jim whatever is a stupid comic," Alex continued.

"Yeah, I know," I replied distractedly.

"Something wrong, Blair?" She eyed me suspiciously. I sat up straight, "No, no, of course not." I said quickly. "I'm just…. hungry."

Alex laughed, and told me that dinner would be ready soon. Truth was, I was almost too nervous to eat. My stomach was knotted so much that I was sure I wouldn't even be able to digest.

All of the knots suddenly tightened when the familiar sound intruded my ears. The front door opened, and I heard his voice call out a hello to his parents and younger brother. Mrs. Russo let out a shrill cry, and I envisioned her practically running to Justin and enveloping him in a hug. His honey voice wrapped around my brain and suddenly I couldn't think straight.

"Justin's home," Alex announced, accompanied with a dutiful eye roll. I nodded, unable to speak.

"Alex! Come down here! Justin's home!" Mrs. Russo called, squealing again. Alex stood, slumped in defiance.

"C'mon," Alex sighed, and I was instantly by her side, ready to have that velvet voice address me. I followed Alex down the hall, taking a deep breath to prepare myself. "Why do you seem nervous?" Alex stopped dead in her tracks at the top of the stairs. Her foot was poised above the step, and as she wheeled around to face me, she placed that foot beside mine. Her eyes pierced me in place; all of my limbs frozen.

"O-of c-course not, Alex. I-its just Justin," I attempted to sound indifferent, I even added in Alex's signature snort, but it sounded fake with the stutters. With a final dubious glare, she continued on down the stairs. I exhaled, and trailed on behind her. I adjusted my t-shirt against my damp skin. Was I really sweating? Was I really that nervous?

Alex and I emerged into the kitchen, and I saw him. My heart leapt into overdrive. He still wore his hair over his eyes, even though it was a bit longer. He looked like the same Justin, simply a bit older and more mature. A smile bloomed across my lips. I waited, thinking, Look at me, Look at me, as he said a greeting to Alex and she retorted in her usual sarcastic way.

Finally, his gaze fell upon me, and what fell across his face surprised me.