Alex yawned and glanced up just as a cute boy stepped up to her. She smiled flirtatiously

"I think you dropped this." He said in a thick English accent as he held up a paint brush.

Alex shook her head. "No, sorry, that's not mine."

He nodded. "I know, actually its mine, but I wanted a reason to come talk to you. By the way, my name is Mason, Mason Grayback."

Alex put her hand out. "Hi Mason, my name's Alex Russo. So, did you live in England before now or do you just know that girls fall for a British accent?"

Mason blushed, taking Alex' hand. "No, I'm really English. I lived in London 'til I was thirteen, that's when I, my mum and my father came across the pond to New York."

"There's a pond to New York?" Alex questioned.

He shook his head. "Sorry, English term I guess."

"Oh, okay then. You like America?" she asked.

"Yes, but I have never been so happy about moving as I am now that I've met you." he kissed her knuckles.

"Well," Alex returned, trying to get her mind to think of more words then hot or mine. "I've never been so glad someone moved here before."

Mason chuckled warmly. "Well I'm happy to hear that. Would you by chance care to accompany me to a movie or a drink or something?"

Alex suppressed the desire to jump up and down squealing. "I'd love to. How's about you meet me outside school?"

"Thank you," he said.

Alex quirked her head. "Why?"

"Because I never thought the most beautiful girl in New York would agree to go out with me." Mason answered as he backed towards his desk.

The art teach came in and class began.

….

Alex found Harper after class and forced her to listen as she rattled on non-stop about Mason.

"And did I mention he's English?" Alex asked, stricken at the thought that she might have left that important information out.

Harper groaned. "Yes," she sighed. "you did. Actually you mentioned every other tidbit about Mason, and about your date, and about your marriage, and about your children. Twice. I know you're excited about this guy, but why do you have to take it out on me? I'm not the one who made you happy, Mason's the one you who should be suffering here."

Alex snorted. "That's not funny Harper. You know darn well that I always put up with all of your speeches about how wonderful Justin is. You know I don't even like Justin!"

Harper gasped. "Take that back. Everybody loves Justin! Besides, maybe I won't like Mason. Maybe he's a… a weenie."

Alex cried indignantly. "First of all, Harper, no one likes that know-it-all brother of mine. And second, I hope you don't like Mason. He's mine so keep your hands off him. Don't even think about him. Forget he exists."

Harper guffawed. "Well you've done a great job selling me on not liking him," she said sarcastically. "you know, since he's the most wonderful guy in the world. But don't worry over this. I won't steal your guy. Even though I could if I wanted."

Alex pulled Harper by the shoulder and gave her a hug. "You always know how to make me laugh. You're the best, you know that?"

"Yeah," Harper replied sunnily, "just a little bit."

The clock on the wall showed time running short.

"Look. We'd better get to class," Harper said, trotting off.

Alex tsked. "She knows I don't do class." Alex sauntered off to cause trouble elsewhere.

…..

As the days ran to weeks, Alex and Mason had gotten to know each other very well. She found out that Mason was a werewolf. When she told her family, Max could not have been more overjoyed. She revealed that she was a Wizard, although her dad was none too happy about that. They got along great and Alex thought fiercely that nothing would change that.

Except, he had yet to meet her family, and that scared her. Who knew what they would do to him? But, if he survived that, everything else was smooth sailing.

The whole Russo gang was in the living room when she brought Mason in to meet them.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Russo," Mason grinned. "Alex tells me you play guitar. I play too, but not all that good."

"You should practice more. I could tutor you!" Teresa said enthusiastically. "I always say, music should be played for more than just the fun of it."

Mason opened his mouth to answer, but stopped, a stumped expression settled on his face.

Max piped in. "Hey Mason, do you love Alex? Oh! And what's it like when you're totally covered in fur?"

"Max, shut up! Mom," Alex said pleadingly.

Mason shifted his feet uncomfortably "Well, it's like ... Uh, I don't know how to answer that."

"Go sit down, Max." Teresa shook her head, lifting her palms as if to say, "what can you do?"

"Sorry Mason. Kids, you know. So, do you love my daughter?"

Alex' eyes widened. "Mom!" she cried.

Mason chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I do, actually." He turned to Alex. "I had envisioned telling you in a different setting, but I admit I've fallen for you, Alex Russo. I hope my feelings are not one-sided?"

Alex gave in to her childish whims and jumped up and down squealing. "Of course I love you! Ooh, Mom. Didn't I tell you he was great?"

"Gross," Max snorted.

"Calm down, Alex," Jerry suggested. "You're going to faint."

When Alex and Mason escaped the Russo household and headed out of Waverly Place Sub Station, Alex said, "Mason, that's the most beautiful thing anyone ever said to me."

Mason took her hand, squeezing it gently. "It was just the truth. I love you."

Alex turn him towards him, pressing her lips against his. "I love you too." She whispered as they pulled apart.

Mason wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they headed off. He felt his heart skip a beat as Alex snuggled into his side, snaking an arm around his waist. Mason leaned down, kissing her again.

Max's voice rang out, "Ick! How can you do that? Yuck, sister germs."

Mason looked up at the Max, whose upper part of his body hung out a window, and answered happily. "What can I say, Max? She charmed me."