A/N: Okay, the new chapter is finally up! It has taken me quite a while but it's here, better late than never, right? Before you start to read I need to clarify something, in the last chapter I said that the Moriarty's moved to Long Island, that's not correct, they moved to New Jersey, where Justin's dad has his business. I don't know why I said Long Island, but that wasn't right. Anyways, I really do hope you guys enjoy the new chapter and I'm sorry if it's a little boring, but, on the bright side, Justin and Alex do meet in this chapter. If you do enjoy this chapter, I would love it if you could review!
His mouth went dry, his hands were numb, and his heart dropped. Running out of the room, Justin made a beeline to the living room. Glancing around the small room, he quickly spotted the thick, metal front door before rushing to it. Preoccupied, Justin didn't think to look down and immediately tripped over one of the small end tables that was sitting next to the couch. Hitting the ground hard, he knocked over one of Alex's easels with a thud that was loud enough to make the sleeping girl in the other room jolt awake.
Immediately opening her eyes, Alex looked around the room. Grabbing the sheets that surrounded her, she stood up quickly and tried her best to ignore the intruding light that was coming into her bedroom. Making her way to the door, she stopped immediately when she got to the door frame; looking down she could see two legs sticking out from behind the couch that was only a few feet in front of her. Gasping, she stood still, trying to get her mind around on what the hell she was going to do. 'Just great, the one time I actually need a wand!' Only a few seconds had passed, before Alex heard a small groan come from the man who was currently lying on the ground. Carefully taking a couple steps back into her bedroom, she grabbed onto the handle of her door. Closing it slightly, she stepped behind the door in order for some sort of protection against the 'intruder'. Shocked and overwhelmed by the situation, Alex said the first thing that came to her mind, "What do you want?"
Justin stopped breathing. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' he thought, mentally slapping himself. 'All you had to do was leave, now she knows you're here, just great! Just get up and leave, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT let her see your face.'
A few moments passed before anyone said or did anything. Taking a moment to take in quiet, deep breathe, Justin planted his hands firmly on the ground and pushed up quickly, landing on his feet, he nearly tripped a second time before he made his way to the exit. Grabbing the smooth metal of the door knob, he was out the door and down the hall in a matter of seconds. Alex was still unable to move, and the pounding in her head was increasing by the second; the rough, adrenaline infused beating of her heart mixed with the hard hitting hangover-headache was a bad combination; she knew if she didn't sit down in the next thirty seconds, she was going to throw up.
Rushing to the front door, she hastily closed and locked it. Running back into her bedroom, she got under the covers and buried her head into her pillows as she took a deep breath, trying to get her emotions and nerves back in check. Focusing on her breathing for a few minutes, she was able to calm herself down. Taking in one last deep breath, Alex moved her left hand up to rub her temple in hopes to ease the pain, that's when she noticed the feeling of cool metal against her forearm. Lifting the sheets off her face, she opened her eyes to get a better look, focusing on her arm she saw a large watch wrapped around her small wrist. Running her fingers across the smooth contour and simple details of the dark grey wristwatch, she easily slipped it off her arm. Alex knew it was a man's watch, but had no idea how she got it. It was in a good condition, barley a scratch on it, in fact it seem to glimmer as the morning sun came through her windows. Turning it over she looked at its backing, Alex ran fingers across it, the initials J. V. P. M. were engraved in fancy cursive there. It was odd to her how familiar the watch was, taking a moment to think about it, that's when she remembered the night before. Alex vaguely remembered the party, the people, and the man she had met at the bar. 'This must be his.' she thought trying to recall some memory of the night before. At the same time, she also became painfully aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing any clothes. "Oh God!" she groaned, slowly putting the sheets back over her head.
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Making his way down the street, Justin hastily walked passed groups of people as he tried to figure out a way to get back to his apartment. All he really wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and forget this day had ever happened. He hadn't seen Alex in over six years, and although he knew he was bound to see her again at some point, this wasn't the type of reunion he had pictured. Scanning over the street signs, he was relieved to find some familiar ones, before turning in the right direction. Walking quickly, he was able to make it to his apartment in less than twenty minutes, and immediately went to take a hot shower. After finishing, he got dressed, fed Gepp, and he walked into his living room and sat on the couch. It was quiet, like always, but for some reason it bothered him even more so now. Running his hands through his wet hair, he sighed before grabbing his cell phone and dialing Tom's number.
After a few rings, he picked up, "Hello?" Tom said in a fatigued tone of voice.
Justin couldn't help but chuckle at his friend, "It sounds like you had fun last night!"
"Yeah I guess you could say that, but I don't appreciate the aftermath, I think we partied a little too hard." he said, referring to his headache. "But hey, I can say the same about you, I saw you leaving the bar with Alex, how was your night?" Justin could hear the playfulness in his tone.
"Wait a minute, you know Alex?!"
"Well yeah, she's one of Lizzie's friends, they work together."
"Oh crap! Does Lizzie know I left with Alex?"
"I don't think so, but why? You're kind of freaking me out, what happened?"
Sighing, Justin rubbed his forehead, "Before I tell you, you have to promise you won't tell Lizzie I was with Alex."
Tom was starting to become impatient, "Yes Justin, I promise, just tell me what happened!"
"Okay! Do you remember that girl I told you about when we were in college, the one that I lived next door too on Waverly Place?"
"Uh, yeah, do you mean the one that embarrassed you in high school?"
"Yes, and thanks for reminding me, that's just what I needed." Taking a breath, Justin continued, "Well, the girl I live next too was Alex, I've known her since I was a little kid. But I haven't spoken to her, or even seen her since before I moved away, when I was eighteen. Our relationship didn't really end on the greatest of terms."
"Wait, you two dated?"
"What, no! When we were little we were like best friends, but as we kind of grew apart when we got older, and after our fall out in high school, we completely stopped talking to each other. I did eventually forgive her, but by that time our relationship had been sort of ruined."
"Okay, I'm still confused; I still don't know why you're freaking out."
"Well, when I woke up this morning I was with her, in her bed, naked! I just had a drunken one night stand with the girl I spent my entire childhood with, Tom! That's why I'm freaking out! I haven't seen her in six years, and I feel like I've violated her, I feel like I took advantage of her. This isn't exactly the setting I expect to see her again in, we ruined our relationship once, and I didn't really expect to do it again."
"Did Alex know it was you?"
"You see that's just it, I don't know. I don't think she knows, but I definitely don't want Lizzie to tell her it was me."
"Well, what are you going to do? You do know she's going to be at my dad's party this Saturday, right?"
"What, why?!"
"Justin I just told you, she works with Lizzie, and they both work for my dad. They're required to go this Saturday."
"What the hell am I going to do now? I'm not ready to see her again!"
"Justin stop acting like a girl, do you really think she would have slept with you if she had known it was you?"
"No, but…" Tom interrupted him, "But nothing, Justin. You have nothing to worry about, I may not know her as well as you do, but, no offense, I just don't think you're the type of guy she would sleep up on purpose."
"I really hope your right."
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The weekend passed by quickly, very uneventfully in Alex's case, except for her little rendezvous with the mystery man, J. V. P. M. She had spent her entire weekend looking at that stupid watch, and had spent a considerable amount of time holding it, even playing with the crown of the watch, as if she would find some sort of sign of who this man was. She hadn't told anyone about her, well, her one night stand, and it was starting to bug her. She had never done anything quite like this, and she definitely wasn't the type of girl who would sleep with just anyone, although many people might say differently, because let's face it; she has never been a saint.
Alex was currently trying to get ready and head to work, but she just couldn't focus, she had too much on her mind. Throwing on her coat, she left her apartment, and headed for one of the coffee shops near her apartment, she needed caffeine and a lot of it; this was going to be a long week.
Fifteen minutes later, with a large cup of coffee in hand, Alex arrived at Harding Magazine's offices. She signed in and made her way to one of the smaller, more compact elevators heading to her and Lizzie's adjoined office on the third floor. Making her way out of the elevator, she took her time as she walked down the wide hallways while she smiled and politely greeted a few of her fellow co-workers.
The building was large and was located nearly a block away from New York's Garment District, a beautiful location. The owner of the magazine, Richard Harding, had bought the building nearly thirty years ago when he had started the magazine. His business had started out small, considering he came from a poorer family and had very little money at the time. It had taken a few years for the magazine to gain some recognition, but when it did, it became a new and powerful force in the fashion world, grabbing the attention of many well known designers with its diverse and innovative ideas. Presently the six story building housed over a hundred employees in its roomy and comfortable, but also very organized space.
Reaching her office door, she walked in and set her stuff down, sitting down in her chair, Alex laid her arms across the desk before laying her head down. Although not intentionally, Alex had completely ignored Lizzie who was sitting across from her.
"Alex?" Lizzie said as she looked up from her desk and over at Alex. When she didn't get a reply, she walked over to Alex, and lightly placed a hand on her shoulder.
Jumping, Alex quickly looked up to see Lizzie staring back at her. Sighing, she put her head back down and then replied.
"Geez, Lizzie, you scared me."
"Sorry, I didn't mean too, but what's wrong, Alex." she said, now sitting on the edge of the desk next to Alex.
Pushing her chair back, she sat up in her chair and scooted closer to her desk before pulling out the papers she had neglected to finish for the last few weeks. "Nothing, I'm fine, just a little tired." she said, giving Lizzie a quick, reassuring smile.
Lizzie was hoping for a different answer, and although she smiled back, Lizzie wasn't buying it. She knew Alex was hiding something and she was determined to find out what it was.
"Are you sure, because you seem kind of out of it."
Turning her head in Lizzie's direction, Alex nodded, "Yes, Lizzie, I'm good."
"Really?"
"For the third time, I'm fine! Don't you have something better to do, like, I don't know, work?"
"Okay, I'm going to stop beating around the bush, I know something's wrong, so why don't you save us both some trouble and just tell me what happened." she said walking over to their door, and softly closed it.
"Did something bad happen over the weekend? You do know you can tell me if something's wrong, right? You can trust me."
Groaning loudly, Alex put her head in her hands and rubbed her forehead, "I know, I know, and I do trust you, but this is different."
"Well, that's okay, I'm more than willing to listen." she said, pulling a chair up to Alex's desk.
Shaking her head, Alex smiled, "You just don't stop do you?"
Lizzie laughed, "Not when my friends are in trouble." Smiling back, she continued, "So, what's wrong?"
Sighing, Alex preceded to tell Lizzie the whole story, from the beginning to end. Lizzie didn't say much, she just sat and listened as Alex explained her situation. It wasn't until the end did Lizzie say anything.
"Are you sure you can't remember what he looks like, because Tom and I knew pretty much everyone at the party, I'm sure we could figure out who it was."
"And then what?"
"Well, you could talk to him."
"What, no, that would be weird and extremely uncomfortable! Look, I was just feeling weird about it because I didn't know the guy, it's not going to matter anyways, it was one night, and I'll get over."
"You're sure?"
Pushing Lizzie out of her chair and towards her desk, Alex replied, "Dear God, Lizzie, I'm fine! Now, that you know, why don't you go do some work before our boss walks in and fires the both of us."
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Saturday Morning (Day of the Party)
Justin was currently on the phone with Tom.
"Okay, what time should I be at your apartment?" Justin asked as he carried his suit out of the dry cleaners, making his way back home. He was told this party was going to be a black tie event, especially since many designers were going to be in attendance, and truth be told, he had been looking for a good excuse to break out one of his nicer suits.
"Meet me here around seven o'clock, the party doesn't start until eight, but my dad wants me to get there a little early. Elizabeth and Alex are going to meet us later."
"Tom I know I've asked you this before but are you sure Alex doesn't know it's me?"
"As far as I know, Justin, she doesn't even know you're coming. You need to calm down, everything will be fine."
"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say."
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It was around seven-twenty when Justin and Tom arrived at The Conrad Hotel in downtown Manhattan. Harding Magazines thirtieth anniversary was being held in one of the hotels ballrooms, needless to say, the hotel was beautiful.
Justin stepped out of his car before unbuttoning the jacket of his simple black suit, he had been sweating since he had put it on and was hoping to cool off a little bit in the wintry November air. He was extremely nervous and his well fitted suit wasn't helping him at all. After taking a few moments to air out, he followed Tom into the building, where they were immediately led to the dining hall deep within the hotel. The room was large, with sparkling chandlers hanging from the ceiling, and there was slightly dimmed lighting in order to set a comfortable mood for the night. After greeting Tom's father, Richard, Justin excused himself to the restroom. Pushing open the wooden door, Justin headed straight to the sinks. He turned on the cold water, cupped his hands and brought the water up to his face, careful not to wet his suit. He repeated the action several times before reaching over to the left, grabbing one of the paper towels and began wiping his face, Once he finished, Justin leaned against the counter before glancing at his reflection, he hadn't slept at all last night and it was starting to show as slight dark lines began to form under his eyes. Sighing, his eyes moved down to his tie, taking a hold of the black material he tucked it back under his black vest before checking his appearance one last time. Satisfied by the way he looked; Justin exited the restroom, ready to face whatever came his way.
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As people began arriving, the room seemed to continuously get smaller and smaller as everyone began filing into the room. Justin couldn't help but stare at the entrance, he was still very anxious and the anticipation was killing him. Standing at the bar, Justin took a sip of cold water as he tried to keep his cool. A light tap on the shoulder interrupted his thoughts, as he turned around, Justin faced Tom.
"They're here, just try to stay calm, and I promise everything will be alright." Justin just nodded in response.
Tom and Justin moved quickly through the swarms of people as they made their way closer to the entrance of the room. Through a small opening in the groups of people, Justin was able to spot Elizabeth and Alex. Slowing down his pace, Justin took his time to look at both girls but nearly stopped right then and there when his eyes landed on Alex. Dressed in burgundy, Alex's strapless dress fully framed her petite figure. Cinched at her waist, the cotton material softly flowed passed her heels to the hardwood floors. Her silky brown hair was loosely place into a nice bun as a few curled strands of hair bordered both sides of her face. Her makeup was minimal, not that she really needed any, at least that's what Justin thought. That was one thing that had always amazed Justin, no matter where Alex was, no matter what she was doing, she always looked effortless.
As both Tom and Justin approached the girls, Lizzie immediately ran up to Tom giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before giving Justin a quick hug. Grabbing a hold of Justin's arm, Lizzie pulled him over to Alex, who was only a few feet in front of him. Shifting anxiously on his feet, his eyes finally met hers.
"Justin, I would like you to meet my friend, Alex." Looking at Alex, Lizzie continued, "Alex, this is Justin, Tom's friend." she said, pushing him in Alex's direction.
Alex's expression remained neutral throughout the exchange only gracing a small smile when she held out her hand to greet Justin.
Very confused, Justin glanced at Tom then shook her hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Justin." Alex said sweetly.
"Uh, yeah, you too, Alex."
"Well, now that you too have been aquatinted, Tom and I are going to get some drinks. Why don't you two go find your seats." Lizzie said, walking away with Tom.
Turning his head back in Alex's direction, she had one hand pressed against her mouth, trying to suppress a giggle.
Slightly relieved, Justin smiled, "You do remember me."
Letting out one of her loud, obnoxious laughs, in the already rambunctious room she walked closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck giving him a hug. "Of course I remember you, dork!" The nervousness he had been feeling for the last week seemed to flood out of him all at once.
Laughing, Justin returned the hug; he had surprisingly missed that nickname. "It's good to see you, Russo! It's been a while."
Pulling away, Alex leaned back to look Justin in the face, "Yeah, well, that's not really my fault, now is it? Someone had to go and move away." she said, poking him in the chest.
Smiling, he replied, "That wasn't really my fault either, Alex. But it's really good to see you, how have you been?" Justin asked, motioning for her to walk ahead of him so they could find their table.
"Great actually, I mean work has been a little bit boring lately but overall good. What about you?"
"I'm fine, I've been really busy at work so I haven't really had much free time lately, but other than that, great." he said shrugging.
"Oh, really, so what exactly do you do now, Justin? I couldn't possible imagine you being anything other than a doctor or scientist." she said rolling her eyes.
Making his way around another table, he finally spotted their seats then pulled out a chair for Alex. "Hey, those are both very noble professions, and we haven't seen each other in over six years, and you still find a way to make fun of me, I think that might be a new record."
"I haven't lost my touch, Justin."
"So I see, but actually, no…" he said smiling."I work in construction."
Alex was actually surprised, "Really?! What made you choose construction?"
"Well I've always enjoyed building things so I decided to major in civil engineering in college, I actually really enjoy it." he explained, sitting down in his own chair.
Smiling, she pat his shoulder, "I'm glad, at least your job doesn't sound too nerdy."
"Nope it's actually pretty nerdy, I work with math all day and I love it!" he smiled, making Alex laugh.
"I guess I spoke too soon."
"So, I was told that you work for the magazine, but what exactly do you do?" Justin asked.
Resting her arm against the table, Alex explained, "Well, Lizzie and I work together in our own little department. Our job description is basically called creative consulting. We give advice to the graphic designers on how each issue of the magazine should look, but we also create some of the art work that they photograph with the clothing. When I was in college, Harper and I interned for the magazine for about a year and then when we graduated, Tom's dad, Mr. Harding gave us a full time job. He said he really enjoyed my art work and creativity, so he hired me. My boss not only loves fashion, but he also has a great respect for art, so it worked out great for me."
"Wow, you sound mature."
"Well I'm not exactly the same girl I was in high school, Justin. I have grown up a little bit."
He nodded in agreement, "I can tell and I'm proud."
Leaning in closer to Justin, Alex laid her right hand on his chest, Justin's body went ridged. Speaking softly, almost in a whisper, she looked him in the eyes, "I wouldn't say I'm an angel now, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve." she said smiling. Standing up abruptly, Justin kept his eyes on her, confused by her behavior. Walking a few feet in front of him, she turned her head back to him holding up her left hand. Waving it in the air, Justin recognized what she was holding; it was his black leather 'Smart Guy' wallet. "Drinks are on you, Justin!" she said before walking in the direction of the bar.
Patting down his jacket and his pant pockets, he wasn't really surprised to find them empty. Shaking his head, he quickly stood up to chase after her. 'I guess I spoke too soon.' he thought to himself.
Meeting Alex at the bar, Justin leaned against the wooden table as he motioned to one of the bartenders. "You do know the drinks here are complementary, no need to steal my wallet."
"First of all, I didn't steal it, I borrowed it, and secondly you can never be too sure, I wouldn't want to spend my own money."
Justin scoffed, "I almost forgot, your logic and mine are completely different." he said nudging her with his shoulder.
"Hey, I'm just trying to save some money!"
"Oh, really?"
"Why of course, Justin! Why on earth would I have an ulterior motive for taking your wallet?" she explained sarcastically, handing it back to him.
"That's a great question, I have no idea." he said in a tone that matched hers.
Walking up to Alex and Justin, the bartender handed Alex her drink and then took Justin's order. Taking a hold of her drink, she turned to Justin before grabbing the small straw and taking a sip. She looked at him for a moment, "So, Justin, do you live here now or do you still live near your parents in New Jersey?"
"I live here. After college I was able to get a job and move to the city again in my own apartment, although my mom wasn't too happy about it, my dad could have cared less."
"Why was your mom so worried, you're mature and you're twenty-four years old?"
Justin laughed, "Try telling that to my Italian mother, they don't know how to let go, if it was her way I would still be living at home, she has to call me a couple of times a week just to see if I'm okay. Although, I think my dad convinced her to let me go, he was probably happy to see me leave."
"Why would he be?"
Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed, "My dad and I haven't really been on the greatest of terms since I went to college. He was mad and disappointed that I didn't go into helping him at his shop, and he doesn't really like the fact that I decided to go into construction. Over the years we have kind of pushed each other away, so we don't have much of a relationship."
Alex frowned, Justin had always been very close to his family and she honestly felt bad for him. Setting her drink down, Alex reached out and rubbed his arm, making him look up, she sincerely replied, "I'm sorry, but I know you and your family and I'm sure things will work out."
Placing his hand on hers, he smiled, "Thank you, I really appreciate that, and I hope your right."
When they let go of each other, Alex tried to find a way to change the subject, in a quiet voice she began, "I almost forgot to ask, how did the wizard competition go?"
"Wow, I haven't been asked that one in a long time, but we actually didn't have one, Dean had to give up his powers."
"Really, why?!"
"He got married and has a child."
"Wait, what?!"
"I know it's shocking, but it really did happen. When we moved to New Jersey, Dean had met a girl at his new high school and they became really serious and about two months after they had started dating she got pregnant. Dean really manned up though, he sacrificed college to get a full time job at my dad's garage and then asked her to marry him. They have stayed together and their five year old daughter, Isabella, is a sweetheart. They actually live at my parent's house because they can't afford to buy their own home right now."
"Wow, I really have missed a lot, how did your parents take it when they found out she was pregnant?"
"Uh, they took it very well, I mean my mom is pretty forgiving so she got over it quickly and was very excited for them, and my dad wasn't really all that mad, he was actually very supportive."
"Oh, well, that's good."
"Yeah, it is, but enough about me, what about you? Did you win your families wizard competition?"
She smiled at him before she looked down, "I did win, but I gave up my powers for Max."
"Why did you have to do that?"
"I didn't have to, I wanted to. At the time, I already had a job and my own apartment, and Max had just graduated high school and he didn't want to go to college, so I just thought he deserved them. It did work out in his favor though, not too long after he got his powers back he met a girl, named Talia, who also happened to be a wizard, and they have been dating for the last three years. He also just recently got a job as a security guard at one of the local hospitals, and he is super excited about it."
Justin laughed, "That actually doesn't surprise me that sounds like a job Max would love to have, but that's good for him. And that it was very kind of you to do that for Max, but I do have to say that you did deserve the magic, Alex. Even though you didn't always use magic the way you were supposes to and I always had to help you fix your problems when we were kids, you did have a natural talent for magic."
"Well, thank you, but we don't need to tell people that I, Alex Russo, can actually be a nice person, I wouldn't want to ruin the reputation I have build up for so many years."
"Your secret is safe with me."
"Good!"
"So, how have your parents been, they still own the Substation, right?"
"Oh yeah, luckily they have been able to keep it going, but my dad did have to break down and actually hire some employees. The shop has been getting a lot of business lately, and they are doing very well."
"I'm happy to hear it!"
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As the night continued, the party was beginning to wind down. Both Justin and Alex continued their conversation on and off for the rest of the night as they discussed their lives over the past few years, only stopping to listen to the small speech Richard Harding gave, thanking everyone for coming to his event. Earlier in the night Alex had even reintroduced Justin to Harper and Zeke. Justin was actually really excited to see his old friends again, and had even made plans to hang out with Zeke later on in the week. Currently, all three girls had headed into the lady's room to freshen up before they left the hotel as Justin and Tom were talking at their table, while Zeke was outside trying to hail a cab.
"You see Justin, she didn't even know it was you, you were freaking out this whole time for nothing."
"Yeah, I guess you were right."
Smiling at his friend, Tom took a sip of his drink, "Well it looks like you two are really hitting it off."
"We are, it's actually really good to see her again. I can't believe I'm saying this but I think I actually missed her. She's different then how she use to be."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she just… she just seems so much older. She still has the same attitude, but to me she doesn't seem like a kid anymore, she's an adult."
"Well time does tend to change people, Justin."
"I guess so."
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Making their way out of the hotel as a group, each couple said their goodbyes and separated into their own cabs, Justin had offered to take Alex home in his car. When they had arrived at her apartment, Justin, being a gentleman, got out of the car to open Alex's door, at the same time getting another good look at her long, burgundy dress.
Justin smiled before his eyes moved up to hers, "You know, I don't think I told you this, but you look absolutely beautiful tonight, Russo. I don't know why I didn't tell you that before but you really do."
Reaching the stoop of her building, Alex turned to face Justin, grabbing the lapels of his suit, she glanced at his suit. "I guess I could say the same about you, you clean up pretty well yourself. I had a lot of fun tonight and it was great to see you again, Moriarty."
"Me too, and that reminds me, I wanted to ask you, if maybe you would like to go out and get dinner sometime this week. It'll be my treat and there will be no need to go and 'borrow' my wallet this time, I am more than willing to pay. I was thinking maybe Friday night at seven-thirty?"
Still holding onto his coat she lightly tightened her grip, tilting her head to the left slightly, she looked into her favorite green eyes. "Are you asking me out on a date, Justin?"
"What, that's not…I didn't mean…I just thought that we could…" Justin trailed off; Alex had forgotten how much fun it was to make him struggle.
Stepping up on one of the stairs to her porch, Alex's face was level with Justin's. "I know what you meant, dork, and I would love to. I'll be waiting right here at seven-thirty on Friday night, and you better not be late." leaning forward, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around and disappearing behind the door that led to her apartment.
Justin was left there standing on the deserted sidewalk and couldn't even say a goodbye before he realized she was already gone.
