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To Guest-As above, the dorkiness shall continue! Non-Autistic Alvie... well, about that... :D

"Oh my gods, that's cold!" Crystal protested, a small squeal in her voice. She turned, Alvie reverting his invisibility and grinning. He had hidden behind the door with a bucket of ice water, dumping it on her head the second she walked through. "Why?" She growled.

"Um, don't get mad. This is payback."

"For what?"

"Your pinches are mean."

"You deserve them." Crystal muttered, shivering and rubbing at her arms. Alvie tipped his head to one side, contemplating her. "What?" He said nothing, watching her for a moment longer. When her teeth started chattering, he snapped his fingers, dropping the bucket and hugging her tightly. "What's the matter?"

"Don't be mad." He mumbled. Crystal sighed, unable to move her arms so simply rested her head against his.

"I don't mind pranks, Alvie, but not cold ones, OK?"

"OK." He had done this a few times, having caught her out with the most basic of pranks- flour in her hairdryer, toy snake in her bag, that sort of thing. He would wait for her reaction, clean up the mess by clicking his fingers and then seek reassurance that she wasn't mad at him. "If you're so worried about me being mad, why do you keep playing pranks?"

"Tobias isn't here."

"Ooohhh. Maybe we should go back early so you can terrorize him instead." Alvie simply hummed. Crystal squirmed, getting her arms free. "What's bothering you now?"

"We've been everywhere but Paris."

"Then let's go to Paris. Right now. Yes, right now, come on. Chop chop!" She clapped her hands in front of his face. Alvie responded by biting her fingers playfully and then vanished. "Alvie! Ooh, you little rat, where'd you go this time?" A pebble clattered against the window pane. Crystal frowned. Alvie waved at her from outside, grinning cheekily. Crystal threw up the window and leant out.

"Your carriage awaits!"

"I'm not getting in any car you're driving!"

"I'm a good driver!"

"You were a good driver until you decided to start races at every single set of traffic lights!"

"You're the one telling me to go faster!"

"I'm a sore loser!"

"Carriage is still waiting!"

"It's not a carriage, it's a death trap!" Crystal shut the window, snatching up her jacket and bag and stomped from their hotel room. The foyer staff and receptionists had gotten used to her and Alvie chasing each other around over the last two weeks, but were completely baffled when they returned from a day out with merchandise from all over the world. Italy, China, Japan, Austrailia, Spain, Germany, Norway, Iceland, Greenland- somewhere new each day. Alvie simply drove them to a desolate spot and then ported them both to a place of her choosing. After feeding and caffeinating him, they were good to go.

He beamed at her as she plopped herself down in the passenger seat. "Paris."

"No."

"You promised!"

"I know." He shot her a cheeky sidelong look, starting the engine. "Race you to the top of the Eiffel Tower."

"Screw that. I'm gonna get me a beret."

"Suit yourself."

"Smile!"

"Fromage." Crystal deadpanned. Alvie wrinkled his nose, lowering the camera. "What? You've been taking pictures of me all day."

"Not just you, little miss attention hog."

"Why don't you get a picture of this?" She gestured to the whole of Paris below them. Alvie shook his head.

"I'm good here, thanks."

"Give me the camera."

"Catch." He threw the camera towards her, terrible aim. It soared past her.

"Alvie!"

"I got it, I got it."

"You're going to be the death of me." Crystal sighed, the camera floating back into her hands. She snapped a few pictures of the beloved city, leaning against the railing. The sun was beginning to set opposite her. "Alvie, come on. Just stand here. You don't even have to look down, just look out there."

"I can look out there from here."

"Alvie..."

"No, I'd... rather not."

"Just come here, dammit." She reached back, grabbing his arm and hauling him forward. "Open your eyes, will you?"

"Nope."

"I'm getting you over this fear of heights if it kills me."

"Ah, please don't say something like that."

"Eyes. Open. Now."

"No."

"Do it." He shook his head. "I'll buy you a beret too."

"That's my money you're spending."

"But look how adorable they are!" Crystal ran a finger under the rim of her new hat, smiling. Alvie opened one eye to look, closed it quickly and muttered to himself. "Alvie, please. Just look out. Watch the sunset with me. If you love me you'll do it."

"Oh, that's blackmail." But he opened his eyes.

"There we go. Let go of the rail."

"Nope."

"The Eiffel Tower isn't going to col-"

"Noooo, shush. Don't jinx it." His knuckles were white, he was clutching the rail so forcefully. His face was just as pale and he was determinedly staring at the sun, blinking and squinting. Crystal laughed.

"You doofus."

"I've stood here now, eyes open, the sun is very nice, can I go back?"

"No."

"Please?" Crystal linked her arm with his, laying her head on his shoulder. He whimpered.

"Alvie, you're not in any danger. You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Then just... breathe. Deep breath in, slowly out. That's it, relaaaax."

"Aaah, this isn't working." Crystal patted his hand, kissing his cheek. "Can we get down now? Please? I can't feel my legs. No, don't laugh, I'm being serious, I really, really wanna get down."

"OK, OK, we'll get down. Don't die on me now, alright? Let go of the bannister. You have to let go if you want to get down. Attaboy." She smiled reassuringly. "See, you're OK, aren't you? Alvie, I need the circulation in my arm, that's very important." He loosened his grip a little. Crystal talked to him all the way down, slowly soothing his nerves. He didn't let go until they were sat at a table outside a small cafe. By now, the sun had fully gone down. "One day you won't be scared of heights. But that was good progress. It was!"

"I feel sick."

"Oh don't, I can't handle sick."

"You might want to look away then." He groaned, rubbing at his face and slumping against the tabletop. "I thought trips to Paris were supposed to be romantic, I'm sorry, I messed it up."

"Alvie, you dunderhead, you haven't messed anything up. Being scared of heights is a normal thing, everyone is scared of something." She took hold of his hands, running her thumbs over his knuckles. "Don't think you made a mess of anything, I've had a really great time. I mean, look at my new hat. And I got new clothes, I've had French food, I got to spend a whole day in Paris with my boyfriend and we got some really good pictures too. All these trips, all these countries, I've had a wonderful time, but that does explain why you refused the Leaning Tower of Pizza."

"Piza."

"Same difference."

"One 'z' different."

"We had fun though, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then where's the harm? Where's the mess?"

"Here." He bopped himself on the head. "Sorry, sorry." He shook his head.

"Has your head hurt at all since Abel put the lid on?"

"No. It just hurts now I've been up there." He waved vaguely in the direction of the iconic tower.

"No other problems?"

"No. No. I'm alright, just woozy."

"Maybe we should head back. Are you up to the jump?"

"Yeah, I think so." He took her hand again and they were back in the car. "Oh man, you're going to have to drive. Scootch, scootch." Crystal popped open the door and he clambered over. "Feed me."

"Because I can totally conjure food from thin air. Oh wait, I might know someone who can though." She shot him a pointed look. Alvie sent one straight back. "Fine." She muttered, starting the engine. "Idiot."

"Runs in the family."

"Speaking of family, they're going to love you. And your pranks."

"I literally have the best one for Mom."

"Ooh, what?"

"Now that would be telling."

"No fair!"

"Life isn't, sweetheart."

"Oh my gods, I've just been called 'sweetheart'. This day just gets better and better and that's not sarcastic."

Just another Alstal chapter, next one will be Alvie back home. See, he's still a dork! ^_^ As promised! :D