A/N okay this is the very last chapter! *sob* its been fun and i have a few ideas for some new jalex so keep an eye open! Still don't own anything......

Days past until it was the night before Justin and Chelsea's wedding. The bachelor and bachelorette parties were planned for that evening and both the ushers and the bridesmaids had planned each party. Chelsea, Lizzie, Alex and Harper went out and Nick, Max, Zeke and Justin were in a taxi. Justin wasn't sure what the girls were doing, or what he was doing for that matter, but he was sure it would be fun.

He was wrong. He thought with Zeke and Max on the party planning committee that Justin's bachelor party would be at the planetarium, but he was shocked with a strip club. This was so Nick's idea. Overly made up women came up to them and danced pretty much on them. Nick laughed with glee, Max wandered off somewhere and Zeke looked as petrified as Justin felt. Justin didn't want this! He went to the bar to get a drink.

"Isn't this awesome?" Nick screamed at him over the too loud music.

"Um, yeah!" Justin said with a weak smile.

Nick grinned and shouted, "You're welcome!" Then he danced off with a sleazy looking blonde.

Justin sat at the bar, frozen for an hour until a woman wearing a bikini and looked as old as his mother came up to him and said, "I can make all your fantasies come true."

Justin bit back a scream and bolted out of there. He didn't see any of his friends on his way out but didn't stop to find them. He got in the first taxi he saw and shouted for the driver to take him back to Waverly Place. He gave the money to the man then sprinted through the restaurant, up the stairs onto the terrace.

He stopped when he saw Alex sitting on a lawn chair, clutching something wrapped in a tarp.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Justin panted and asked his sister.

"The bachelorette party got boring, so I left. What about you?" She said back to him.

"It – it was at a strip club and this woman who was as old as mom tried to come on to me!" He shuddered at the memory. She grimaced in sympathy.

"What's that?" He said pointing to the thing in her arms.

"What? Oh, nothing." She said. She placed it down gently beside her and turned the portable radio she had with up louder.

"That's my wedding song!" Justin cried.

"It is?" She glared at the radio.

"Um, yeah it is. But I, uh, don't really know how to dance to it..." He said sheepishly.

"It's not hard to dance to! It's a slow song! All you have to do is sway! Here, I'll show you." She stood up and pulled him closer to her.

One of his hands was on her waist and the other was holding her hand. She had her hand on his shoulder and another holding his. The music swelled around them and Justin tried to lead Alex across the terrace in a slow dance.

There once was love thrown into your room
But you never knew
A calendar of days just for you
But you never knew, never knew no
And the truth that you'll find will always be
The truth you hide

"See, this isn't so hard." Alex said quietly.

So how do you love, how do you love
When your angels can't sing, and your world is still
Lacking of me

Justin twirled her around and dipped her. When her face came back to his, it had a quiet smile on it.

There once were eyes that only saw you
But you never knew
A portrait of a flower in full bloom
But you never knew, never knew no
And the words that you fear will always be
The words you hear

Justin was deeply aware that he was holding his sister far too close to be modest but she was an amazing dancer and at that moment, all he wanted in the world was to be able to keep holding her like this for the rest of eternity.

This space where you've been living
Has gifts you've never given
That's the face you always show
Ask me for words of wisdom
Tell me of your condition
I don't know, I don't
I don't know

"You're actually a good dancer." Alex said huskily.

And the truth that you'll find will always be
The truth you hide

The music slowed and the song ended. A commercial came on the radio for carpet detergent but neither Russo siblings were listening. Alex's face was tilted up towards Justin's and their lips were closing in, this time he wasn't going to fight it. His eyes fluttered shut and just when he was sure she was going to kiss him, she pulled away.

"No, Justin, we – we shouldn't." She whispered.

"Why not? Let's just pretend, for right now, that we aren't siblings and that I don't have a fiancé and that we're just people." Justin said to her. She shook her head and turned away.

"I can't do that Justin. I just can't." She shook her head again and Justin could see tears forming in her eyes, "Because tomorrow the game will be over and you will be getting married. I can't deal with that kind of rejection again. When I kissed you five years ago and you rejected me, I died. I really did. That's why I ran away. I-I'm in love with you, Justin. I am even though it's wrong and we're siblings and you're getting married, I love you. And I know if you loved me even half as much as I loved you, you wouldn't be getting married tomorrow, at least not to her. You just want me right now because you're nervous, like all new grooms are, but I've wanted you forever. Years, I'm not sure how many and if you just played pretend with me tonight then left me alone tomorrow, I-I don't know what I'd do."

Her tears over-flowed from her eyes and shook her small body. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed into them. Justin just stood there. He felt like crying himself. What Alex said was a lie. He was crazy in love with her, but just in denial until now. He grabbed her and hugged her tight. She struggled to be free but Justin wouldn't – couldn't – let her go.

"I love you, Alex." He murmured to her.

"You-you do?" She asked in shock.

"I do." He said truthfully. He had no idea when he started to love her, he always did. He could never think of her and Max the same way. It was always a different kind of love for her, and now he knew what kind.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled a smile so heart-breakingly beautiful that Justin couldn't help but smile back at her. She then let go of him and walked to the other end of the terrace. Justin felt her absence in arms harshly and seriously considered dragging her back to him. But she just held up the tarp covered object and pulled of its cover.

It was a painting. But not just a painting, it was a painting of the yellow chair on the terrace with the rainbow blanket on it all crumpled like someone was just laying in it. It was dark in the painting with a portable radio beside the chair and three white candles. Justin knew they were vanilla scented. The scene looked exactly the way it did all those years ago when Justin and Alex kissed for the first time.

"It's amazing!" Justin said breathlessly to her.

"You think so?" She asked shyly glancing down at it again.

"I love it." He said and stepped closer to her.

She took a step closer to him and they met in the middle. He cupped her heart shaped face in his hands and, this time, he kissed her. It was a crazy kiss. It had every emotion wrapped up in it; passion, hunger, love, anger, fear, denial and all the others. Alex wrapped her arms around Justin's shoulders and he ran his hands through her thick hair. Both were fighting for dominance in the kiss and soon Alex was underneath Justin on the yellow lawn chair. He felt her thin fingers unbuttoning his shirt and he slid his hand up hers. But when things were getting a little too revealing, Justin stopped and said, "Wait – we don't want to give a show to the neighbours do we?"

And he picked up his half naked sister and carried her into his room where they made love until it was nearly daylight. Afterwards, they just laid in each other's embrace, staring into each other's eyes, seeing into each other's soul. It felt like the most natural thing, being with Alex like that. Justin thought to himself as he played with a strand of her hair. It didn't seem sick or wrong, just the way things should be. But soon Justin knew he had to face reality and do something about Chelsea. He kissed Alex goodbye and went to Nick's apartment where he was supposed to be getting ready. He told them that the wedding was cancelled. They were confused but he just said that he would tell them everything later.

He knew that Chelsea would be getting ready at her sister's apartment so he went there to see her. Her parents let him in and he went upstairs to her room. She was gorgeous. Her honey coloured hair was swept up in a loose bun and her green eyes looked larger from the amount of mascara she had on. Her strapless dress hugged her slim frame and curvy chest and the sparkles on it glittered in the sunlight. But he didn't love her and in his mind, Alex singing in the bar, Alex covered in food, Alex playing at the beach, Alex in bed, Alex doing anything was hundred times more beautiful than Chelsea.

"What are you doing here?" She cried trying to shield her dress from his view.

"I need to talk to you." He said quietly.

But she didn't seem to be listening to him.

"Why aren't you dressed yet? You can't see me until I'm walking down the aisle! And have you seen Alex? She's a bridesmaid, and she's not here yet!" Chelsea frantically ran her hands over the gown and fiddled with her hair.

"Chelsea! We need to talk." He winced at the fearful expression on her face and the round 'O' her mouth had become. Lizzie snuck out the door, her poofy pink dress barely fitting through the door.

"I can't marry you." Justin told Chelsea. She squeezed her eyes shut and when she opened them again, they were wet with tears.

"You love her, don't you?" She asked quietly.

Justin knew who 'her' was. It was Alex. Just like When Mason said 'him' he meant Justin.

Justin didn't want Chelsea to cry, but he knew this was hurting her.

"Yes." He whispered. Had they really been that transparent in their love?

She nodded sadly, "I knew it. I knew it from the first time you said her name that you loved her. You said her name like she was the most special and beautiful thing you had ever seen. You never said my name like that."

"I'm so sorry." Justin did feel sorry; it was his fault that Chelsea's heart was breaking.

"I don't hate you. I just want you to be happy. And if she makes you happy, who am I to judge?" She wiped her eyes and accidently smudged her makeup.

"Thank you. One day you're going to find someone who makes you happy, I'm sorry I'm not him."

"And I'm sorry we have to return all those wedding gifts." She cracked a watery grin at him and he smiled back.

"You look beautiful, Chelsea, you really do." Justin told her as he walked out the door.

"Thank you." She whispered almost silently.

He was sorry that he had caused so much confusion and sadness, but he was ecstatic at his freedom. He quickly went back to Waverly Place and picked up Alex. He grabbed her hand and they walked along the streets in the morning sun, glad to be able to hold each other's hand in public and glad that their feelings had been returned.

"Where should we go?" Alex asked cheerfully.

"I don't know. Why don't we just walk and see where we go? It's fun!" Justin exclaimed happily. Alex laughed and everything was good again.

A/N *sniffsniff* that was the very last chapter. Awww, im so sad! This is the link to cheleas wedding dress if you want to see it and the epilogue is still coming!

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