8th November 1995
The little demon ran around the room, dancing happily, giggling, clutching the red car close to her chest.
"Alex! That's my car!" he yelled, running behind her. "Give it back!"
"O-tay." She turned around, aiming the car straight at his face. She had always been good at this, and the car hit his forehead, just above his eyebrows.
His eyebrows twitched in pain, lips quivering, tears welling in his eyes.
"Justin! Honey! Are you okay?" his mother asked, rushing up to him and taking him in her lap.
He nodded, holding back the tears, while his mother rubbed ice cubes over the wound. He cringed, and his mother noticed blood dripping out of the wound. "What happened?"
He shook his head, not telling her about the 'accident'. Even at such a young age, he never got his sister into trouble.
She trembled at the sight, frozen in place out of shock and guilt. Her own tears left her eyes, and she ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his legs. "I am torry Dust-in." she pleaded, crying.
He sniffled, ruffling her hair. "I am fine…"
25th July 1996
"Ugh! I hate him!" she yelled, throwing her painting book on the floor.
"Alex!" he scolded. "Come on!"
"I hate him Justin." she stated flatly, once again. "Mommy loves him more than us."
He shook his head sternly. "No. Mommy loves us all."
"Then why is she always with Max?" she complained, pouting sadly.
He gently pinched her cheeks, cuddling her. "Because he's little."
Her put grew into a cute scowl. "I am little too."
A smile formed on his lips at such how innocent his little sister was, even when she was hating someone. "Yeah… you are a little girl."
"I hate Max." stubborn from birth, she was back to her old point again.
He sighed, pulling her into his arms. "Shh… don't say that! He's our little brother."
"I hate him." She repeated. "And you should hate him too."
He narrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why should I hate him?"
"Cause you are family!" she reasoned with her innocent three year old mind. "If someone in your family hates something, you are supposed to hate it too!" (Years later, this was the very thing he taught this little brother.)
6th January 1998
"She'll study with me!" Justin said, tugging at her left hand.
"No! She'll watch cartoons with me." Max protested, tugging on her other hand.
She rolled her eyes, yanking her hands free from both of their grasps. "Hey, I get to decide what I'll do, okay?" she declared, with an air of superiority, as if she was the queen of the Russo household (which she was, in all practical purposes) and beyond.
The two brothers nodded, waiting to hear her decision.
"I am going to my room to sleep." She announced, making her way out of the living room. "Later boys."
The two boys stood, watching her leave, turned to each other, and glared. "This is all your fault!" "No it's not!" "Don't repeat my words!"
7th February 2001
"Come on! Please, please, please!" she pleaded, holding up the water gun to him.
"I don't know Alex." He mumbled uncertainly. "Mom told us not to play with water…"
She scoffed. "Mommy doesn't need to know, mommy's little boy… just don't tell her!"
He bit his lips. "That's lying."
She rolled her eyes. "Duh."
He shook his head, looking at her sternly. "No, Alex, lying is not right. Living with a lie gives me stress related symptoms."
She shrugged, tossing the water gun over to Max. "Come on, Maxie! Let's play!" she quickly ran up towards the balcony. Time was running out!
16th September 2008
Fingers pounded at the keyboard, typing as if her life depended on it, eyes fixed on the screen with such concentration that she had never shown in her life, loose curls of her hair falling on her face, over her chocolate brown eyes, and her head tilted to the left to brush them back.
"Gosh, Alex, relax." Harper muttered from the bed, half-scared and half-worried about her friend's sudden change of behavior. "You'll find Justin."
She shook her head, continued glaring at the monitor while her eyes scanned the names. "Ugh! Why are there so many Justin Russo profiles! Couldn't he just have created an account with Pepe Russo?"
"Alex." Harper half-warned, half-sighed, and finally got up from the bed, walked out of the room. "I guess it's between you and Justin… I will just go grab some food. Do you want something?"
"No." she mumbled half-heartedly, and once again, returned her attention to the screen, hundreds of profiles open in front of her, trying to determine which one belongs to her brother, and mentally cursing him for not putting up his picture or a mathematical equation on his profile. She opened five profiles at once, always the impatient little girl, and tapped her foot on the floor, her left hand on the computer table, as she read over the profile information. Surprisingly, none of these seemed to match Justin at all, and she was starting to give up.
Groaning, she clicked on the next set of profile and while waiting for them to load, she tried searching for him again with his email id, and again failed. This just kept on getting frustrating and hopeless, and it was consuming her precious time when she could have just sat around and done nothing.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards. Reading all these Justin Russo profiles is like… It's like seeing your own reflection at the river- distorted, hazy. Groaning once again, she finally closed all the browsers and decided to just go to his room and pull some old-school pranks instead. Time was running out!
9th June 2009
She smiled to herself, feeling really happy that she had accomplished to get Justin late for class. The expression on his face was just priceless- the perfect 'cheese' moment.
"Miss Russo." The teacher called out, noticing the evil grin on her face and knowing that she was zoning out on his teaching again.
She sighed and stood up reluctantly, just ready to take the detention slip and walk out of the class. And then, she glanced outside the door of the classroom, and her eyes found him. He was standing outside the classroom, begging Mr. Laritate to let him in. The smile returned to her face once again- it was so much fun to see him play her part!
16th May 2011
She sat sprawled on her bed like a lazy cat, just pouring herself into the world of fashion magazines and celebrity gossips, with her cell phone by her side. She glanced at the screen from the corner of her eye after every five seconds, growing impatient while waiting for his reply, wondering if he'd take an entire lifetime to type a message.
Her phone ringed.
"What, dork?" she snarled. "You want me to teach you how to type texts again?" she smiled at the memory, reminiscing her experience of convincing Justin that it is okay to abandon spellings while texting.
"Alex…" she could almost hear the laughter and happiness in his voice. "Hey."
She snorted. "You seem happy? Aww, did they have extra school today?" she asked non-chalantly, in a dry tone.
He scoffed. "College." And he just can't live without correcting her all the time, can he? "I have some free time today…so I thought I'd just call you up instead of violating the English language."
She flipped on her back, and glared at the blank ceiling, annoyed with him. "And why did you want to do that?"
"I wanted to hear your voice." And her heart did a certain leap in her chest which shouldn't have happened at all, and which she did not like the least bit. "I mean… it kind of makes me feel like… home."
She smiled at his words. Growing up together, so close to each other, they had always been each other's homes, and she was glad that this one thing didn't change, even though they were miles away. "When are you coming home?" she asked innocently.
"Next month."
And her heart did the leap again, with a little fluttering of excitement added this time. Justin was coming back, and she couldn't wait!
23rd September 2011
"I'll come back again in the next break." He assured, trying to comfort her on the phone.
She sniffled, wiping at her tears. "As if I care about you. Dork." She whispered in a childish voice, just wishing that he was there, with her, holding her, telling her everything was great.
He sighed on the other end of the phone, on the other end of the country. "I miss you too Alex."
Saturday, June 30, 2012
She ran to her room, locking her door behind her, and sank to her bed, hearing the thunder roar outside, watching water drip down her glass window pane. What she had seen in every dream had happened- Justin had kissed her.
But this was reality, and here, everything had consequences and rights and wrongs, with a free ticket to Hell attached to all the rules she broke. She had never been one to face problems and live through them, so she had just ran away.
Dragging herself off her bed, she went to her window, leaned against the wall, and watched him go away through the window pane that appeared as hazy as her life did at that moment.
Time was running out, and they were running away…
November 4th 2012
She figured that the best way to forget him and move on is to start seeing another boy. So, she met a random boy at a random party, and hooked up with him.
And right now, she was in another of those random parties, just swaying to the beat, losing herself in drinks and the smell of alcohol crazed people. Her phone vibrated in her back pocket. She groaned, reaching out to grab it, and noticed his number on the screen.
Her feet stopped moving, eyes blinking at the screen glowing with the word 'Justin' and a picture of his perfect face. Closing her eyes shut, she quickly hit the ignore button, and took another shot of her drink in frustration. Why wasn't this working anymore?
Time was running out…
Time was running out…
Time was running out…
Everything was changing…
20th December, 2012
Their whole family sat at the living room, watching the news intently and anxiously. The world was supposed to end the next day, and Justin was lecturing about how unscientific it all is and Jerry pointed at magic.
"If the world ends, will I still get cupcakes?" Max asked.
She shook her head, getting up from the room and walking away.
21st December, 2012
The ground was shaking. She was sure of it even though she was sleeping.
"Alex!" she heard Justin's panicked voice.
"Go away." She mumbled, burying her face deeper into the pillow.
"Alex." he grabbed her arm, and pulled her up forcefully as the ground shook again.
"What's happening?" she mumbled, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
He sighed sadly. "The world is ending."
She stared at him, wide-eyed, open mouth, shocked, disbelieving. "But… how did…"
And the ground shook once again. "Well, we gotta get out of here! Where's mom and dad and Max?" she asked, quickly rushing off the bed.
"Alex." he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. She looked at his eyes, so hopeless, so pained, so sad- gleaming with emotions that she did not know existed. "The world's ending… there's no place to run away." He stated sadly, voice filled with regret, helplessness.
Her eyes glazed over in fear. "So… we are going to d-die?" she stuttered in fear and shock, choking on the all-ending word.
The ground under their feet trembled, sending her crashing to his chest. "Justin!" she shrieked, holding on to him with all the strength in her body.
"I've got you." He whispered back, holding on just as tightly. "I won't let you fall."
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to take comfort in the warmth of his chest, the feeling of his heart still beating against her ears, the feeling of his last breath on her cheeks. Suddenly, she had this urge to pull away, get on to her tiptoes, and press a kiss to his lips, but she promised herself that it's the last thing on earth that she will do.
Oh wait- the world is ending!
This was her now or never moment. If she didn't do it at that moment, she might never get the chance to do it again! And since she is impulsive, why think and re-think?
So she pulled back and gazed into his eyes, while he stared back with just as much intensity and passion, and pressed her lips to his, trying to drown herself in a passionate kiss, trying to let him know what he meant to her. He kissed back quickly, letting all his emotions out as well. They could hear sounds of people's helpless screams of fear in the background, and feel the ground still shaking, and sound of water gushing out of some massive tank, as their hands roamed over their bodies hungrily, tongues exploring each other's mouths in hurried motions.
They wanted to touch, feel, melt, entangle, bind their souls together before they faded to non-existence.
The world was ending, and time was running out!
~The end of everything~
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