Thank you SO much for the positive reviews, story alerts, etc. It really made my day :) I'm glad you guys still like this story (even though I put it off FOREVER) Did I mention I was sorry about that? I wanted to get the next chapter out quickly because of how long I stopped.... and maybe to make amends, haha. Hope you like it :)

I slowly lifted myself up, already feeling the bruises forming on my arms and legs from how hard I hit the ground. Once up, I looked at my surroundings: Justin, breathing heavily and sweating. A goblin couple sitting on a purple bench. And a store – One I've never seen, or heard of. In dark, black letters it read: Hectors: We can fulfill your desires.

"Justin.." I breathed out, finally able to speak. "What – How – Did you just teleport here?" Teleportation into another world was magic Dad had always said was too powerful for us, and is only really useful for evil wizards who need a quick getaway. And what's a better getaway then a completely different world? That being said, he never told me any more about it. How Justin had mastered it, I was confused. Even for him, this was surprising.

"I-" He looked nervously around him, and quickly grabbed my hand. "I'll explain later. We need to move, and fast!"

I didn't protest, but his behavior was making me nervous.

"Here." He said, stopping in front of the store I noticed just before – Hectors.

"Hectors?" I snorted, "That's where they keep the book?" I rolled my eyes, "Sounds really scary." I said sarcastically, as Justin shot me a glare.

"Alex, please." He started, "Don't say the wrong thing, okay? It may not sound too scary, but it is." He took a deep breath. "I do way too much for you, you know that?"

I sighed. "I know, I know. Thanks, you're the best, blah blah blah."

Shaking his head, he reached for the door knob, and dramatically opened it. The store was empty, except for a dark-haired, wide-eyed lady at the register. She watched closely as we moved forward, and there was one thing I could agree with Justin on: This place was scary.

It had an eerie feel to it. Dark and cold. Even the floor boards creaked when you walked.

"Hello." Justin said formally to the woman, "We're looking for a book," He explained. "On, the, um," My heart rate sped up, and I could see Justin fiddling with his sweaty fingers. Why couldn't he just say it!?

The woman raised one eyebrow, and gave him a wicked smile. "I know what you two are looking for." She said, her voice surprisingly soft, but still creepy, nonetheless.

Justin gulped, I panicked. "So you have it?" I blurted out, and suddenly froze.

She looked at me, surprise coating her features. "Of course I have it." She moved from behind her counter, and made her way over to a shelf in the middle of the store. She reached up, grabbed the black book, and dropped it into my hands.

The Selfish Spells, it read. I inhaled, then exhaled. This was it. In this book, laid the answers that I needed.

She looked at me expectantly. "That's what you wanted, am I right?"

Justin took it from my hands, and placed it in front of her to ring up. "We have what we want." Justin spoke, and I've never seen him look so anxious. "I'm just going to pay for this and-"

"-And," The woman cut him off. "Show me your I.D."

"My I.D?" Justin questioned. "Why?"

She looked exasperated, like she's had to explain this to many other wizards before him. "You must be of age to purchase this book, boy."

"Listen, you don't get it. We really need this book." He tried bargaining with her, but from the look on her face, she wasn't having it.

She sighed, not believing that two under aged wizards would actually want the book for good reasons, and not to just 'fulfill their desires.'

"No I.D, no book." She said sternly.

Justin looked at me for help, but I was at a loss. I was trying to think of anything I could do to get this book. I could manipulate her.. But that stare she was giving me made me think she knew exactly what I had in mind.

When I had no response, Justin started back up again. "Please," He begged. "I'm seventeen, isn't that close enough?"

She shook her head. "Nice try – And don't even think about stealing it." She snarled.

His eyes widened, and for some strange reason, I just knew that stealing the book was exactly what Justin was thinking.

She banged the counter, causing me to jump. "Do you want to be in even more trouble, Justin Russo? You already got yourself here illegally!"

"What?!" I shouted in disbelief. Justin gave me a pleading look. "No we didn't!" I turned to him as doubt filled my mind, "Did we?"

She nodded, that same wicked smile coming back. "Oh, yes. Teleporting into other worlds?" She snickered, "You get caught doing that, and let's just say buh-bye to your powers." She made a sad face and waved to Justin, taunting him.

My mind raced. My first thought that she was lying. But if she wasn't? I started to breathe heavily. Justin couldn't of known that, could he? He would never risk his powers. I gaped. "That can't be true!"

The woman turned her attention towards me. "What kind of wizard wouldn't know that! It's you stupid kids who are always trying to break the rules. Well, you know what, it's time you learned your lesson."

"NO!" I screamed, as I saw her press a blue button – the blue button – the one that summons the wizarding police.

But it was too late.

"Justin, RUN!" I shouted. This was so horrible.. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I began to dart to the store entrance. I wasn't exactly sure where we were. All I knew was that we needed to leave.

Justin's voice stopped me in the process, and he reached out for me, "Alex, my hand!" He yelled, as siren sounds started getting closer and closer.

I felt my eyes go huge. "Are you even listening?!" I was freaking out. He wanted to teleport back?! That's what got us in this whole mess!

He glared at me. Hard. "TAKE. MY. HAND."

I took a glance outside the window, and saw the wizarding police arriving in front of the store, floating above us in there flying motorcycles, making their way to the ground.

Looking at Justin, and having no choice but to trust him, I grabbed his hand.

The last thing I heard was the awful woman's soft voice yell in a menacing tone, "Justin Russo!"

And then everything went black.

Alex.

I heard my name being called, but it sounded more like a whisper, as if it was coming for a far off distance. I attempted to open my eyes, but all I could see were bright blurs.

Alex.

There was my name again. It was ringing in my ears, and I prayed to God it was Justin who was calling me. I prayed that he was okay, right there beside me. Everything rushed to my head – The teleportation, the woman, the police – Did they catch him? I wished that I could finally let the tears out, but they just wouldn't come.

Are you okay? Alex?

The voice became clearer, and sounded much closer. As my eyesight began to go back into focus, brown, curly hair was the first thing I could make out.

"N-Nick?" I stuttered, taken aback at the fact Nick was standing above me, asking if I was okay.

He grabbed a hold of my arm as I forced myself up, looking worried that I might strain myself. He's so adorable – Stop, Alex. I had to remind myself this may not be real. "Where's Justin?" I asked frantically, searching around what I then realized was my living room.

"Shh," He shushed me, motioning for me to lay back down. "He's downstairs talking to your parents."

"Talking to my parents?" I had this hollow pit in the bottom of stomach. Something wasn't right. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine, Alex." He comforted me, and I couldn't help but relax when I looked into his eyes. "You're the one you should be worrying about. You hit your head pretty hard."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, and realized Justin obviously told Nick a different story. "What exactly did I hit my head on?"

He chuckled. "The pavement. You took a pretty rough fall on some black ice. Knocked you out." He took a deep breath, "I'm just glad you're alright." He looked so relieved.

I smiled, and blushed. "Thanks for being here for me."

"Are you kidding?" He asked, eyebrows raised. "I couldn't let my girlfriend go unconscious and not be there for her." He smiled at me – the most beautiful, most dazzling thing I have ever seen.

And that's when the tears decided to come. I couldn't take it. I couldn't have him here, being so sweet and so caring, calling me his girlfriend and the next lose him forever. I needed to get this thing worked out as soon as possible.

"Nick, I'm sorry." I stood up, and he rushed to my side, concern masking his face. "I need to go talk to my brother."

"Are you okay? Why are you crying? Does your head hurt?" He asked quickly, and shook his head. "I think you should just lay down." He laid the blanket back out, and took my hand in his. "I promise I'll stay here with you. We can watch movies or something."

The tears shot out like rapid fire now, and his eyes widened. "What? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Look, I -" I stopped. How was I supposed to explain this to him when he was looking at me like that? "I need to talk to Justin."

"You can talk to him later." He said kindly, "I really just think you need some rest."

I sighed. I would never be able to tell him the truth. "This can't wait, Nick." I wiped the tears from my eyes, "I'm sorry."

His face fell. "Okay." I was surprised when he entwined his fingers with mine, instantly making me feel better. "I'll walk you down."

I smiled, and no longer felt tears stinging my eyes. But I couldn't lose sight of the real picture at hand. I took a look at Nick's gentle face, and took it all in.

As we got downstairs, the entire place was empty. Nick looked at me, confused. I shot him the same look back. What was going go on?

"Justin!" I yelled, but all I got back was an echo.