Alex's POV

Before I met Mitchie and became attached to her at the hip, my best friend was Harper Finkle. To say the least, she's a little bit… different. Okay, so her whole family's kind of off their rocker, but things have gotten a little better. At least she doesn't dress like a toddler anymore or have a huge crush on my brother.

Anyway, ever since I met Mitchie, I haven't left much time to hang out with Harper. We had some great times together but I dropped that as soon as I found the girl I would potentially fall in love with. At first it was fine. We both started hanging out with other people and we were happy. Harper started hanging out with people who were into fashion design like her, while I got sucked into Mitchie's world of popularity.

But then Harper got jealous. I forgot how close of a friend she once was to me. I started ditching her just to spend more time with the girl I was suddenly drawn to. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, I just moved on. Harper doesn't exactly like Mitchie—no shocker there—and Mitchie's feelings are mutual. God forbid they ever hold a conversation with each other. Being in the same room is too much for the two.

Earlier this week I was digging under my bed. I often impulsively organize my room, because I have OCD and that's what I do when I'm bored. During this obsessive cleaning I came across old pictures hidden in a shoebox. There were pictures of Harper and me all throughout our elementary and middle school years. Pictures from our times at summer camp. Pictures from when we were both awkward pre-teens with braces. Pictures from when we were best friends. I instantly felt that pang of guilt in the bottom of my stomach for leaving her behind.

Right then and there I called her up and asked her to hang out on Friday after school. Her familiar voice sounded melodic coming through the phone after not hearing it for such a long time. And then I remembered that I already had plans to smoke with Mitchie. She would just have to get over it; I spend time with her every weekend. (Well, except for last because of her dumbass self. But that was beside the point.) She wasn't very happy when I told her.

"I can't go to the park with you and Peggy after school on Friday." It was abnormally chilly for a late September morning, and Mitchie and I were bundled up outside of the coffee shop.

"Why? Is it 'cause you don't have the money for weed? I can spark you up just this once," Mitchie stated before taking a sip of her latte and blowing hot air in my face. She liked to talk about our illegal activities like they were no big deal. It got to the point where she just ignored my scolding.

"No. I'm hanging out with Harper instead." I closed my eyes tight and waited for the screams of anger. It was always better to brace yourself when it came to Mitchie, especially when you knew her response would be less than enthusiastic.

"Harper? Harper Finkle? I thought you finally realized that she was a weirdo and dumped her a while back."

"Mitchie! She's my friend! And she's not weird, she's just different."

"She's a fucking nut and you know it." Her eyes rolled and her body turned away from mine.

"Well, who cares? I haven't hung out with her in a while because of you and I miss her. We were really close, you know."

"You miss her? Oh, my God, please don't tell me I'm losing you to the dark side. Do I have to call up your psychiatrist? I could probably score you some crazy pills."

"Shut up. I'm spending the day with Harper and that's final."


When I saw Harper standing on the subway platform I have to admit, I was shocked. She looked good. Really good. Her red hair was pushed back with a hot pink headband and her dress of the same color hugged her subtle but prevalent curves in all the right places. But the pang in my chest wasn't from her good looks. It originated from the nostalgia. Just looking at her face brought back tons of memories. Like the time we got a job at the frozen yogurt shop. And the time we tried to beat Gigi at the crazy ten minute sale. And not to mention the time we would sing the crazy funky junky hat song nonstop. I had so much fun with her.

"Alex! Hey!" Harper waved me over and, once I reached her, pulled me into a hug slightly tighter and longer than you receive from your average friend. If we're being completely honest here, I couldn't help but notice and love the feeling of her perky chest pressed up against mine. No bra for her today.

I returned the warm smile that she was giving me. "Hey. How have you been? I can't believe I haven't seen you in so long."

"I've been good. Really good, actually. I just got accepted for this paid internship at a fashion design company further into the city." Her face lit up once she was talking about something she loved, and it was a great sight to see.

"That's great!" I was genuinely happy for Harper, fashion was what she had always wanted to do with her life, but the reason I pulled her into a second hug was to feel her breasts again. Was she a C now? God, she had gotten hot. "So what's on the agenda for today?"

Harper smiled knowingly as if she knew my true intentions. As if, she was always so innocent. "How about we just ride around and see where we end up?"

"Sounds great."

Mitchie's POV

Alex ditched me for the weirdo. She ditched me for the freaky dressing, brother loving, babbling weirdo. I was much better company than that damn loser but she ditched me! It's not like Alex was my only friend but still! No one ever fucked me over like that. That was my job. I was the one that cut out on people last minute, not the other way around.

Whatever. Alex isn't the only one that can find an ex best friend to hang out with. Caitlyn Gellar was practically in love with me. She would surely drop all of the plans she had in order to hang out with me. Right? I called her and she was a no. I called Peggy and got the same response. I called practically everyone in my contacts and everyone had some excuse to spit at me. I even called Zeke, the science nerd that constantly tried to hit on me, but he had some space convention to go to. People were supposed to love me.

Oh, who was I kidding, No one wanted to hang out with me solo because I was such a raving bitch. It's not my fault. My parents were the ones that always encouraged me to express my true feelings. If they had beat me for yelling as a child there's no way I would be like this. Curse my strong personality.

I could always just stay home and do something productive. Like study for a class. Or start my college applications. I was pretty behind, education wise. Fuck it; I'll just play Black Ops until I feel like I'm actually at war. What an amazing Friday night.

Alex's POV

I, Alex Russo, was on top of a girl. I week ago I had never even kissed someone of the same sex and now I was on top of one for the second time. My legs straddled Harper's warm body while my hands explored her delicate curves and my tongue her mouth. Her lips tasted like strawberries, the nice, plump ones that you pick on a farm yourself, and I wanted nothing more than to relish in that deliciousness for the rest of my life. My lips trailed from hers to the nape of her neck and I began to suck ever so slightly. Little squeaks escaped her lips. I loved those noises.

Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be as close to Harper as possible, and the small pieces of fabric separating us seemed to create much too much distance. My hands pushed up her curve-hugging dress, feeling her smooth inner thigh in the process, before grazing her cotton panties. "Do you want this?"

=O Will Alex and Harper have sex? What about Mitchie? Review to find out what happens next! (please)