A/N: So I've been meaning to post this but was held back a couple of time because I was too busy with other stuff and I had to re-write some parts. I hope y'all like it.

The silence enveloping a brunette, young girl of 17 at 2 in the morning is suddenly disturbed by the ringing of her phone. She groans and moves a pillow towards her head trying to block out all noises, slowly pressing against her face. But the ringing won't stop, the generic ringtone seemed to annoy her out of bed with it's minimal volume. It stopped for a while, sending whoever the caller is to the voice mail, then it started once more. Who the hell calls at this hour?! Groggily, Alex Russo felt for her phone by the nightstand. She stumbled on her alarm clock and some other trinkets stuff before finally grasping her ringing phone. She tapped the answer key on her iPhone, eyes closed; she brought the thing near her face.

"You better be fuckin' dyin'," Alex half-jokingly said, her body half-asleep. Even at 2 am her humour never fails. Things slip out of her whether it is intentional or not.

"I'm kinda dying..." the other voice from the line said with all sadness. Alex didn't need to look at who it was on the screen. The girl who sang and wrote Two Worlds Collide for her just called her at 2-fucking am.

Alex's eyes shot up from hearing Mitchie's voice. "Too bad," she replied with a hint of coldness and sarcasm. "Just let your ghost show up when the sun's out." She didn't mean that last part but her usual Alex self never restrained from sarcasm.

CLICK!

Alex hung up on Mitchie, her bestfriend.

Or more like her bestfriend with benefits. Something around those lines. There's something between them that made Alex well up. Something unspoken yet done. Something seemingly significant in an insignificant way. It pained them, or more like, it pained the older girl. Whatever it is between them, whatever it is unsaid, they showed it. They did what they felt but nothing out of line. Alex knew what it is and Mitchie does too. Their constant exchange of sweet nothings supposed to be spoken to one's other half shared through late night phone calls and sleepovers and web chats. Their constant barrage of texts messages of the simplest little things. They both know there's more to that. That behind those talks and stolen kisses, that feeling, that tacit feeling, grows everytime. With every touch, it becomes more and more known to them. It's unspoken between them, fearing that it would dissolve their bestfriendship. It's not unheard of though, they are aware but not both of them accepted it, considered it. Only Alex was the one able to accept them, it was no big deal for her once she knew it was for real. Mitchie was the one who was scared, the one who has a lot to lose if she lets this get out of hand. And Alex understood that on her own and she just hoped that Mitchie won't go too far to avoid it, avoid them.

Boy, she really hoped. Way too much. But she was just disappointed.

Her phone vibrated once more, this time signalling a message. The Wizard ignored it as her chest tightened and tears started to build up. Sleep would be her only sweet escape for that moment and she chooses it as she closes her eyes under her pillow once more and tears stained her cheek. The silence enveloping the girl once more as she drifted off to a temporary solace.

A/N: So here's the thing, this is multi-chaptered. Lemme know if you like it or not. If not, I'll delete it. This story's been in my Philo notebook for weeks now lol. I've got a couple of chapters scribbled in it. So lemme know 'mmkay? Thanks and review! :D