A/N: This chapter is complete filler. Any suggestions???

"We're going to do something different today." The art teacher announced. "We're going to do portraits. You can choose your partners, and you must portrait your partner as you see them. And be creative. You can include their likes, hobbies… something that tells me about them. Most of all, have fun with it."

Immediately, everyone sprang from their chairs and picked their partners. I avoided Alex's gaze the entire time, noticing every person she turned down and realized she was walking towards me. "Hey." My heart leaped into my throat as I turned around to see the voice belonged to Alex Russo.

"…hi." I was finally able to muster out.

She grabbed the chair in front of me and I began to feel incredibly dizzy. "I don't have a partner, so I guess we're stuck with each other by default."

I just saw you turn down three people. "Cool." I whispered, trying to not look up from my blank paper.

"So, what do you like to do?" she leaned in with her hands folded to her chest. "You know, so I know what to draw for my project."

I like to sing, write music, play piano and the guitar. "Nothing really." I muttered.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Come on! Everyone likes to do something!" She picked up a paintbrush. "I like art, of all kinds. Not just painting and stuff… like everything." She paused for a brief moment. "That's why I'm in the art club." I swallowed hard, realizing where she was taking the conversation. "So, how long have you been in that club?"

She made the question seem like such a normal question… as if she didn't catch me in a LGBT meeting. As if she was okay with it. "About a month or so… I suppose…"

"If you're worried that I'd tell anyone, don't." I looked up from my blank paper. "You're secret's safe." I smiled nervously, worried at the same time. "Besides, I never had a friend who was… like that." Her voice became more hushed.

Apparently, I'm now her friend. "Oh, well yeah…" I fumbled with my words. That is something I don't do unless Alex is involved.

"So, whatdoyouliketodo?" she said, again, in one breath.

"…I do like art, I'm just not very good at it."

She leaned in closer. "That's going to be quite difficult for me to portrait… so anything else? Hobbies?"

I looked down at my paper and back up at her. She seemed to be quite interested in what I did… extremely interested. "I play the guitar..."

"No way!" a huge smile spread across her face. "I play the drums! We could totally start a band. We definitely need to hang out and play together sometime."

"How long have you been playing for?" I knew her class schedule like the back of my hand. I could tell you which pair of boots she wore twice in a week, but I had no idea she played the drums. That's totally cool.

"Just two… but I love to hit things, and poking things with sticks so I plan on sticking with it." We both laughed, since we knew it was a half joke. "How long have you been playing the guitar?"

"About six years." I was fascinated when I saw her jaw drop. She usually was impressed by anything. "Piano for eight years, and voice for about five."

"What would you need voice lessons for? You're voice sounds great."

I blushed profusely. I wasn't quite sure what she meant exactly by what she had said but my high hopes. "Voice lessons are for singing."

"Oh." She quickly stated, tapping her paintbrush on the table. She seemed to be just as red as I was. "So you're like a one woman talent show then." She smiled, trying to cover up how awkward she felt.

"I don't perform." It was true; I do not perform. Maybe I would play something here and there, but just for myself. No one could make fun of how bad you are if they never heard you play.

"You should totally come over. We could play, and maybe work on our projects… if we get to them." We laughed, together.

"I don't have my guita…"

"That's fine." She quickly interrupted. "My brother, Justin has a guitar. Just come over."

"It's okay if I use it?"

"Yeah. I borrow things from him all the time."

So, that was it. I was going over to Alex Russo's house. Alex fucking Russo. She invited me to go to her house, and… when I get my head cleared up, I'll get back to you on that…

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"Justin!" This was an awful time to wear heals. "Justin!" I finally caught up to him by his locker. "I need to borrow your guitar."

"You're asking?" he raised an eyebrow at me. I hated when he had that smug look. "No scheme? No sneaking into my room to get it?"

I huffed. "No, I'm asking. Yes or no?"

"Well, I'd have to say yes since I know that I said no you would think up of some scheme use it."

My brother knew everything, didn't he? "Thanks." I waved and walked off.

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My last class seemed to take forever. Once I saw Alex sway down the hall, my mind went blank. I definitely need a drink. "Hey." I waved.

Alex smiled back at me. "Ready to go?" I nodded, even though I was highly unsure. "I have to warn you, my parents are a tad nosy, so don't mind them."

I loved walking in the city. It was even more enjoyable with Alex. We tried on the fake jewelry, brand name hats and sunglasses. It was fun, and something I never did before. Usually it was something I would see on t.v. or the movies where two friends have a montage of their day out. They would be having a great time doing the little things their town has to offer, and I was doing them… with Alex Russo.

A/N: I'm really sorry this wasn't longer, I totally rushed it.