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"Dad! Why are we going to California?!" Alex Russo yelled at the top of her lungs. Her dad, Jerry Russo, sighed and looked at his daughter with tired eyes. Out of his children, Alex was the most resistant.

"Alex, I know this is hard on you, but a rich relative of ours passed away. He left us with all of his life savings and a house in California."

"But dad! What about Harper? She's my best friend forever; what's gonna happen to her if I leave! And what about Dean, dad? I thought you liked Dean!" Alex screamed.

"Alex, honey, don't make this harder on us than it already is!" Theresa, Alex's mother, pleaded. Alex kept glaring at her dad, who was just looking at her with the same tired eyes. It went on like this for a while, Alex shouting at her parents, her dad trying to reason with her, her mom practically begging. Justin and Max were watching the scene quietly from the top of the metal stairs of their spacious New York apartment.

Finally, the argument was calming down.

Well, Alex was.

"So, I'm gonna get my on bedroom, a walk-in closet, a balcony, and a whole new wardrobe?" Alex asked hopefully, her crossed arms loosening slightly. Jerry and Theresa nodded eagerly, wanting to get the argument over with. Alex's eyes sparkled with joy.

"And a raise in my allowance?"

More nods.

"And a later curfew?"

More nods.

"And I'm free to do absolutely whatever?"

Jerry shook his head.

Alex shrugged.

"Eh, I was worth a try."

"Why do you have to leave?"

Alex looked sorrowfully at the oddly dressed girl that she had come to address as 'Best Friend Forever'. Or Harper.

"I don't know. Something about a relative of ours, a big house, and California," Alex muttered. "Oh! And money," she added on a happier note.

Harper laughed. Alex could always cheer a person up.

"Alex, honey?" Theresa called. Alex and Harper looked towards the big white truck in front of the Russo's now empty apartment/ substation. Theresa was beeping the horn impatiently while Jerry was trying to calm her down.

Alex sighed and looked at Harper. They exchanged one final embrace.

"I'll miss you so much! Don't forget to email 'kay?" Harper cried, crushing Alex in her hug.

"Harper?" Came Alex's breathy voice.

"Yeah."

"I can't breathe."

"Oh." Harper released Alex, who bent over and tried to steady her rapid breathing. Alex smiled weakly at Harper then gave her a one-armed hug. Jerry revved the engine, signalling Alex to hurry up.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Alex walked over to the big white truck. She climbed inside the back and sat down next to Max on the plastic-wrapped sofa. Justin was in front of them, on a chair, reading a book. The back door of the truck closed and the truck started moving.

"Nerd." Alex scoffed. Max started to laugh but was stopped by Justin's glare.

"Okay kids! It's gonna be a while before we reach California!" Jerry called from the front. Alex groaned and shifted to a more comfortable position, which was leaning on one of the pillows of the sofa. She placed her feet on Max's lap. He didn't seem to mind; he was absorbed in his PSP. Alex sneaked a glance at Justin. He was still reading his book.

Alex sighed. Seeing as there wasn't anything else she could do, she took her IPod out of her hoodie's pocket. She stuck the earphones in her ear and turned the volume to halfway. She put the IPod on shuffle and closed her eyes, letting the sound of Paramore drown out everything else. Soon, she fell asleep.

Alex woke up to the soft shaking of the truck. It was dark through the small windows, so she guessed that it was night. She looked sleepily at Max, whose head was leaning back on a pillow. He was fast asleep. She looked at Justin. He was still engrossed in his thick book, which he was reading under a flashlight. He was a quarter of the way through.

"Hey Justin?" Alex asked bleakly. Justin looked up.

"Yeah?"

"What time is it?"

"I dunno. You've been asleep for about three hours, so," Justin shrugged and returned to his book.

"Thanks a lot," Alex muttered sarcastically before rolling back to her original position and falling back asleep. That night, Alex Russo dreamed about a dozen flying pigs trying to kill her by running her over with big white trucks.

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