Title: The Secret Love of the Waverly Wizard part 2 of ?
Rating: R/ M just to be on the safe side
Pairing/Characters: Alex/Justin – Jalex, other characters
Warnings: AU, incest, and I'm sure I'll think of more
Summary: When did it start? When exactly had he started looking at his annoying, spoiled, bratty, impulsive, adventurous, funny, dedicated, talented, beautiful, little sister as more than that, as a woman.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Wizards of Waverly Place. Goddess I wish!

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An extra special thanks to Applepips16 on livejounal for being an awesome beta and helping me out!

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School was starting in a week and Justin was eager to get back to it. He missed his dorm and his friends. Hell, he even missed some of his professors. He was ready to get back to work. As nice as the summer had been, relaxing for three months straight had been boring.

His parents had hired another waiter when Justin had graduated (even though Jerry said it shortened his life to pay someone other than family to work for them). But they had to since they knew Alex could only be counted on to actually work half her shifts and Justin wouldn't be there to pick up the slack. Anton was a nice guy and seemed to have serving in his blood, more than actually coming from being born into a sub shop owning family that is. He would open in the mornings and when Justin would come in for his afternoon shift, well, he just wasn't needed.

To be honest, Justin wasn't sure how to react to that. His whole family had always counted on him. But now his parents had Anton and while Justin didn't feel replaced it was hard to spend time with his parents when they worked most of the day. If he hung around when he was off, he felt like he was in the way. Max had always looked up to him but he was sixteen now, and had finally moved past thinking Russo's Sticky Strips were an original idea. He took his shifts seriously, after all lots of cute girls would come in when he worked.

And Alex…

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The alarm seemed extra loud this morning. He had stayed up watching another one of those sorority horror movies that were somehow still popular even though they were up to 6 or 7 sequels. Throw in some ice cream and Justin hadn't fallen asleep till after 3 in the morning. Stretching, he sat up and heard a few small pops in his shoulders and a crack when he twisted his neck. He ran a hand through his hair and then headed to the kitchen. He needed some coffee to really wake up. When he reached the top of the stairs, he noticed music coming from downstairs. His mom did like to cook listening to music but that was when she made her cheese surprise, not when making breakfast. Still he called out, "Morning Mom," when he reached the last step.

However it was not his Mom in the kitchen.

He got that flippy flop feeling in his stomach when he heard her laugh and made a point of looking at the floor instead of her as he continued to the table.

"Morning dummy. Mom went out an hour ago with Dad, something about a breakfast date. Isn't that gross? Max and Anton are downstairs setting up."

He felt her eyes on him as he sat down heavily on a stool. He didn't look up when he heard her rummage through the cabinets or the refrigerator. But he did meet her gaze when she dropped a mug in front of him. A mug of steaming coffee. He reached for the mug only to have her tug it away and a playful grin split her face.

Why did she have to tease him this morning? He growled out a quick spell freezing the mug where it was and grabbed it from her. Raising it to his lips for the blessed first sip, he heard her snort.

"Great it's poisoned, isn't it?" he asked, putting it back down on the table.

"Yup."

He watched her for a moment, watched as she went back to her food and shoveled eggs into her mouth like a truck driver. She barely took a moment to breath before taking another bite and then another. It didn't take long for her plate to be empty and then he watched her do something she didn't do often enough; she put the plate in the sink. When she turned back to him, she saw he still hadn't drunk anything.

"Oh, don't be a baby. I didn't do anything to your precious coffee." She said as she walked past him and bumped her shoulder into his.

It had been a mistake to not wear a shirt down to breakfast. Even though she was wearing one and her skin never actually touched his, his skin burned. Immediately he sucked in a cool breath of air to offset the heat he now felt. She looked at him funny when she heard him breathe in but didn't say anything.

Justin's head spun; it wasn't harsh enough to warrant him fleeing the room but enough for him to lean forward on the table. Not caring anymore, he drank from the mug in large gulps. Surprisingly, it tasted perfect. It was exactly how he would have made it himself. with a lot of milk and a little sweetener. He felt foolish for the way he acted and wanted to go back to bed. He was tempted to go back to his room, especially since his parents weren't home and not there to question his actions but instead he emptied his mug and went to the couch. He could eat later.

He sat down on the end and laid his legs across the couch even though Alex was there. He waited for her to yell about his feet being near her but she didn't say anything so he dug his toes under her thigh and got comfortable. She raised an eyebrow in his direction but still didn't say anything. To compromise, he handed her the remote without complaint.

They sat there for a while, neither speaking, nor really paying attention to the TV. And of course, Justin had to mess it up.

"So, ready for school?" he didn't have to look at her to know she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. I am so excited. I ordered all my books in July, finished reading them already, and got extra highlighters and sticky notes, so I'm ready for the first day. Oh, wait that's you." She giggled a bit and snorted once. The couch seemed to laugh with heras she didn't respond, instead he turned his attention back to the TV. They watched another string of commercials before he heard her mumble.

"Were you nervous when you started?"

Justin reached forward and let his hand brush hers as he turned the TV off. Like his shoulder earlier, his hand tingled at the touch. He knew he had her full attention even though she refused to look at him.

"Yes I was. Don't you remember how sick I was before moving into the dorm? I couldn't eat for days."

"I thought it was because Max put mayo on his peanut butter and jelly." She responded, trying to break the serious moment she had started.

"I was worried about everything," he continued, not responding to her joke. "I was scared I'd fail all my classes or that my teachers would hate me. And I had to get used to a new roommate. Although after living with you and Max, living with anyone else is a piece of cake." Alex glared at him quickly before turning her attention back on the spot on the wall she had been staring at. "But it all works out. Yes, its college but it's still just school except with much more complicated stuff to lean. And you mastered going to school or rather you mastered roaming the halls." He saw a small smile. "You'll be fine. You're Alex Russo. That's all you need to know."

She put her hand on his leg and squeezed it gently. Thank goodness he had worn long pajama bottoms he thought quickly as she went back to teasing him, her confidence restored. "Gosh you are such a girl!"

"Yeah, I know." He responded, "But I'm a girl who gives good advice. Just be yourself."

"Ugh, now you sound like mom." The tension was gone and her nerves soothed. Her eyes sparkled as she pushed his legs away from her. "Gross, I don't want your stinky feet near me."

"My feet didn't bother you for the last hour."

"Well they bother me now."

So Justin resettled himself on the couch, tucking his legs underneath him. Since she had forced him to change position this would normally be when he'd fight her for the remote but instead he just sat there content. They had had a good moment and weren't screaming at each other now. He picked at some lint on his pajamas and looked at her. Now she was paying attention to the TV, her eyes lighting up as some explosion took place on the screen.

He loved it when her eyes were lit up like that, full of life. Happily enough he was unable to think of more than a few times when her eyes weren't like that. Unlike him, she was fully dressed, which surprised him because it was before noon and Alex was never up and about before noon if she could help it. Her shorts showed too much leg, if he were to give his opinion because there was too much tanned skin on display as her slender legs were propped on the coffee table. Her top was purple. They both knew that was the color she was best, no matter the shade. Her hair was down and she had no makeup on. He liked that he got to see her like this, when she wasn't made up for the world. It was something special.

Alex turned and looked at him, a question on her face. He had been staring at her too long. Clearing his throat, he shifted on the couch and asked, "Hey you wanna do something tonight, just the two of us?"

"Can't," was all she said as she turned her attention back to the TV. After a moment she continued, "I have a date."

A rush of jealousy surged through him. Justin felt his nails pierce his skin even though he didn't remember clenching his fists. He got up.

"I leave in a week you know. When are we going to spend some time together?"

She looked at him like he was crazy, forced to turn around on the couch as he walked towards the spiral staircase. "We're together right now!" She yelled back him even though there was no anger in her voice. "What do you think this is?" she asked, making a motion between them.

"I don't know Alex. I don't know what this is." And with that, he went up to his room.