Title: Music Is Love In Search Of A Word
By: Sweetwater Gal
Summary: No words can describe, no title to be defined; they just are. Stories of Justin and Alex told through different song lyrics.
Disclaimer: Disney owns WOWP. Sidney Lainer owns the quote "Music is love in search of a word." The songs/lyrics I use are all owned by various artists.
Ratings: I changed my ratings and bumped it to M to be safe because of language and sensual nature.
Acknowledgement: To TaleWeaver… I had read your story "Blood And Bone" on LJ (don't have an account but I troll it every once in a while)… and it was HOT. That was so… HOT. I really love that line "He couldn't really think of a reason, except the one he was too embarrassed to say – that he needed her to exist." Because I honestly think that pretty much sums up the beauty of their relationship; they BOTH need each other to exist. Love it!
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! Before we continue, I'm just letting you know for the time being I won't be updating for a couple of reasons; 1) I'm getting really absorbed in my Just In Case Files mystery that it's taking a lot of my creative juices, and 2) beauty of this one-shot song series, when I get inspired by another song, I can always update it so technically this "story" will never end whether or not I place it on hiatus. Eventually (because I love music!) I'll come back to this series…
So party people, get ready to bop your head and swoon to the Jalex! Especially as this "girl" goes bad…
Good Girls Go Bad
I know your type (Your type)
You're daddy's little girl
Just take a bite (One bite)
Let me shake up your world
'Cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
I'm gonna make you lose control
She turned seventeen today and Alex was going to let the world know it.
Seventeen was a dangerous age. Seventeen said that you're still considered a child; that you're too young to play those adult games. Seventeen said that you're still considered a minor; that though you're old enough to know better, you can get away with so much more.
Seventeen was a seductive age. You can still be daddy's little girl… Yet you can also be his biggest heartbreaker.
She was smart. Not book smart like her brother… But she was street smart.
Wise enough to allow the parental units to believe that she was venturing out with Harper to a double feature at the theaters.
Which one? her suspicious older brother asked.
The one at Union Square. was her casual response. With a touch of flair, she produced a pair of tickets already pre-purchased as proof to her story.
Seventeen was a sweet age. You can prove your maturity by agreeing to call in at the designated hours just so they didn't have to worry.
Sure, she agreed. To Alex it would be worth sacrificing twenty minutes of her clubbing time just to reassure her parents (hell, she already sacrificed twenty dollars on unused movie tickets).
She was so shy
Till I drove her wild
Her dress had as much dazzle as her smile. Her eyes swept the dance floor and the urge to laugh victoriously bubbled in her stomach. This was easy… her thoughts giggled as her hips began to sway to the pulsing beats.
She felt the nervous talons of her best friend, gripping her bare shoulder (she really should have reconsidered the strapless attire if she had known Harper was going to freak out). She heard her whisper that "It's a bad idea." She rolled her eyes and told her friend to suck it up. It was her birthday, she could do whatever she wanted.
After all, she wasn't going to let her silver strapless dress, killer stiletto boots, or enchanted fake I.D. (just as good as a real one, but twice as expensive) go to waste.
Seventeen was a good age for Alex Russo… Twenty-two was an excellent age for Lexi Ryan (and her "dorm mate" Harmony Fredrick).
I know your type (Your type)
Boy, you're dangerous
Yeah, you're that guy (That guy)
I'd be stupid to trust
But just one night couldn't be so wrong
You make me wanna lose control
"Harmony" had made herself scarce fifteen minutes into their clubbing adventure. Normally she'd be annoyed at an act of abandonment, but she was used to her best friend skirting out of dangerous waters.
Two shots of tequila later, "Lexi" felt a tap on her shoulder. She swayed a glance to her left and bit back a laugh. A guy with greased blonde hair and a tacky purple shirt leered at her that she couldn't help but imagine the words "Desperate and No Hell's Way" blinking over this fool's head.
He asked for a dance.
She politely declined.
He implored some more, offering to go easy on her while on the dance floor.
She smirked, suggested he take a hike down a steep cliff, and turned her back to him.
The atmosphere changed and before she knew it, she felt his sweaty hands grasp onto her arm and whirled her around to face him.
She gasped, appalled at her body having contact with him, and stunned that he dare invade her personal space.
He continued to leer and edge closer, annoyed that he was being turned down, and confident that he'll get a "Yes" out of her yet.
Seventeen was a cautious age that said she needed Justin. Seventeen screamed that no matter how old you fake yourself to be, you needed Justin to save you.
The greasy blonde with the ugly purple shirt attempted to flirt with her. Telling her that she had "Bad Girl" written all over her pretty face.
No.
Their heads whipped towards the deep threatening voice that joined into their space.
If the club's pulsing lights weren't enough to illuminate the room, her smile just about did it.
No, he said, she has "Get the fuck away from me, loser" written all over her face.
She watched the fool shrink back, but not before growling, What're you? The boyfriend?
"The boyfriend" grabbed "the loser" by the throat with an intensity she had never seen before. Her eyes widened, where the hell did he get the nerves and the strength?
Next time, he growled, you assume that a good girl like her has "bad" written all over, ask yourself if it's all over her or the guy that's gonna kill you for even making that assumption.
She was so shy
Till I drove her wild
Fear was coursing through her veins. Not fear of getting kicked out. More like fear of watching her brother commit murder before a lot of drunk witnesses.
Seventeen was a wise age that warned you had to be smart about things. Seventeen advised that while it may be fun to see blood shed because of you, it's not so fun to dry clean it off your pretty dress.
Feigning shyness, she grabbed hold of her brother's forearm (had it always been big? No, wait, focus) and cooed to the boys that her favorite song had started to play and that she needed her favorite guy to dance with her.
A moment (and a dazed blonde heading out the doors with his tail between his legs) later, she had shuffled herself and her protector into the middle of the gyrating mob of dancers.
Before whirling herself around to have her back against him, she had leaned in close to his ear and whispered a Thanks.
She felt him lean down, his hands finding their way to her swaying hips. Voice still as fierce and angry, his whispers were hot and slightly intimate against her ear.
You lied about the movies, he snarled.
Funny, she laughed, this isn't a Robot seminar.
She felt a smirk play on his lips (damn why is he so close?), So I lied.
And I'm in trouble, she replied with sass, what else is new?
Seventeen was a curious age. Curious because it not only wondered why he was here, but why his hands never left her hips and why his body moved in sync with hers?
Suddenly she felt her petite frame spin by the force of his grip until she was looking up into his eyes. A slight gasp escaped her lips as she stared incredulously at him. But it wasn't just the action that startled her, nor was the intensity of his gaze… it was the words (his voice husky and… sexy? Shit.) that came out of his lips,
Guess that makes two of us.
Oh, she got away with the boys in the place
Treat 'em like they don't stand a chance
And he got away with the girls in the back
Acting like they're too hot to dance
Body to body. Touch to touch. Hands roaming with a fever too quick for the mind to stop and the heart to beg faster. Lips seeking what the eyes are hungrily taking in.
Seventeen was an hormonal age. The lines of right and wrong, moral and immoral, black and white… all blur.
Damn it sucks to be a teenager.
I make them good girls go bad
I make them good girls go
Good girls go bad...
Breakfast the day after was uneventful. Their parents asked the kids how their night had been. Alex and Harper shared a look before the newly seventeen year old answered how they'd enjoyed the movies and will probably own them upon DVD release. Justin shrugged, dug himself into his pancakes and replied that after his seminar, he'd hung out with a bunch of his friends downtown at a club. Did he meet a girl there? his little brother inquired. Justin shrugged, Sort of…
When asked her name, Harper nearly choked as he said "Lexi."