Disclaimer:

I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place. Disney Channel does. I'm just a fan of the show.

"Max! Stop bothering me!" Alex Russo cried.

"Oh, am I bothering you? Good. That means I'm doing my job right." Max Russo, her little brother, smiled and continued to poke her with his wand.

"Ugh!" Alex moaned. "Why me? Why not Justin?"

"Um…because we're brothers? Hello? We have a pact. A strict only-annoy-sisters pact. You wouldn't get it. Plus, he's out." Max replied.

"Again? Where does he go on Tuesday nights? Bowling?" Alex asked.

"Actually, I have my money on playing bingo with old ladies." Max replied, smirking.

"I thought you two had a pact." Alex said.

"Just 'cause I can't annoy him doesn't mean I can't make fun of him." Max snapped back.

"Ugh! Just leave me alone! I have to finish this Spanish project by tomorrow!" Alex complained.

"Why don't you just get a pocket elf like you did last time?" Max suggested.

"Do you even remember what happened last time?" Alex asked. Max shrugged.

"I try not to remember what's not important."

"Oh really? Then what's important?"

"Hmm…how to make a PB&J sandwich, video game cheat codes, what to say to mom to get you and Justin in trouble…stuff like that."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just leave me alone or I'll cast a hex on you."

"Hey! No fair! Mom and Dad said no magic when they're not around!"

"Well, Mom and Dad aren't here to see me put you in a cage, are they?"

"Fine, whatever!" Max said as he stomped up the stairs. "If Mom calls, tell her I'm playing video games!" He shouted down.

Alex sighed. If only her life was so easy that she could play video games and not have to do super huge Spanish projects. But that's high school, right? She sighed again and laid out her Spanish textbook in front of her.

Just then, Justin Russo walked into the room. "Hey, Alex, what's up?"

"God! Does there ALWAYS have to be a brother to annoy me?" Alex cried, slamming her textbook shut.

Justin raised an eyebrow. "Jeez, Alex, I was just asking."

"Anyway, Justin, where were you? What super-cool glee club do you go to on Tuesday nights?"

"Hey, just 'cause you can't go out on a school night doesn't mean you have to be jealous of me, okay?"

"I'm not jealous. Anyway, you should go upstairs now."

"Why?" Asked Justin, opening up the fridge and taking out an apple. "Are you going to hex me?"

Alex narrowed her eyes. "You know I can."

Justin laughed. "And you know I can deflect them. Chill, Alex. You don't scare me, okay?"

"Can you please go upstairs? Harper's gonna come over and help me with this stupid project."

"H-Harper? Okay. Sure. Going up. But…are you guys sure you're going to get any work done?"

Alex threw a pillow at Justin. "Go away!"

Justin flashed her a smile. "I'm gone!" He raced up the steps. "Hey, Max, you playing Death Combat 4? Up for a match against me?"

Alex flopped down on the couch. Suddenly, her phone started vibrating, and, glancing at the Caller ID, she flipped it open. "Hey, Harper, what's up?"

"Um…I don't know if I want to come over, Alex."

Alex sighed. "Is this because of Justin? Because he's upstairs, playing Death Combat 4 or something with Max, and he won't come down at all."

"Death Combat 4? I love that game! If you're sure he's upstairs, then I'll come over. Promise?"

Alex looked at the steps. She wasn't positive that Justin would come downstairs to get something. So she crossed her fingers. "Promise."