Title: I Kinda Can't Live Without You

Rating: M, for language, violence, and graphic sexual scenes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or any of the characters. I also don't own anything from Disney. Each chapter has different songs that are at the beginning of them, so I don't own those either.

"I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It's been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should"

Paralyzer- Finger Eleven

Chapter Nine: So Not Nervous

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Her small hands clutched the white counter top with all her might. The smell of shampoo and soap filled the air, due to her having just taken a shower. Her dark midnight tresses tickled her cheeks as she bowed her head, willing herself not to look up into the dreaded bathroom mirror.

Alex Russo was scared.

So scared she couldn't even look into her own eyes for fear she would see the horror within.

Her long eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut. This had to be some nightmare she trapped herself in. There has to be a way to wake up.

Her tight shirt she was wearing constricted around her chest, showing off her curves in all the right places. And she swears it was the first shirt she grabbed, not because she cared about looking good for him. Pssh, that would be stupid and totally immature of her.

She heaved a deep sigh, ignoring the constriction she felt in her chest, and cursed…loudly, hitting her hands against the counter with a resounding clap. "Fuck!" Why did she have to do this? Why her? Why not one of her cousin's or Drake? They deserved this more than her. So what if she partied a lot and got drunk. One of the many reasons why I'm here. And so what if she got into fights with her parents and told them she hated them. More than once. She still doesn't believe she deserves this.

"Please have mercy," she begged to any higher power that would listen. She squeezed the counter again. "Please." And I really mean it because I never say please!

Tapping her foot she waited, nothing happened. She was still stuck in this nightmare of having to clean a man's house. A stranger's house. She hissed out a string of curses.

Her neck forced her head to look into the mirror. A girl stared back, scared, and out of breath. It showed everything she feared of seeing. If she didn't get her emotions in check now, someone else could see through her façade. And that just couldn't happen, ok?

"Alex. It's time to go," she could hear her aunt bang on her door. "Hurry up, or you'll be late for your first day of work."

"Mkay!" She shouted through the white wooden door beside her. "I'll be right out."

Her voice was shaky. Fuck. Just her luck.

She angrily shoved her curly hair behind her ear, and took one last look in the mirror. Now or never. She grabbed the golden door handle and yanked it open.

Her aunt smoothed her hair down, and gave her a small smile. "Now remember to be nice and do everything he says. Don't make him have to come over here to complain about another rule you broke."

Felipe snorted. "Good luck with that. I'm pretty sure that went in one ear and out the other."

Alex turned around to glare at him. "Dipshit."

"Hey, whatever. It's the truth though," he shrugged and pulled her in for a big bear hug. "Don't do anything to get yourself killed. I heard he has a nice gun collection stored in his garage."

"You can't scare me, idiot," she glared up at him. He just smiled down at her. Pulling herself away she turned around to find Nick standing behind her.

He wrapped his arms around Alex without another word, squeezing her tight. "Ow! Nick I'm not going to be leaving forever."

"Then why does it feel like it?" He asked her with his big chocolate brown eyes.

Wrapping her arms around him tentatively and she sighed. "I know what you mean, buddy."

She felt her uncle slap her on the back. "Time to go kiddo."

She sighed again, squeezing Nick one last time. Backing away and looking at her uncle she asked, "You're not going to give me any words of wisdom or a hug?" Or something equally as annoying, she wanted to say but held back.

"No, I'm walking over with you. I want to have a quick chat with Justin first." When Alex gave him a glare he put his hands up in surrender. "This will be the only time I will take you over there, I swear. I just need to talk to the kid first."

"Fine," she huffed and rolled her eyes. "I know you all think I'm going to try and run away, but really how far could I go?"

"Oh honey we weren't thinking that," Her aunt shook her head. She came up behind her and put her hands on Alex's shoulder, squeezing them. Alex maneuvered herself away from her angrily.

"I just want to have a man to man talk with him. Don't worry kiddo, it's all going to be ok," her uncle smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Now hurry out the door before you're late."

He pushed her towards the door, and she yanked it open with an angry huff. As she walked out into the sunny neighborhood of hell, she noticed two things. One, she hates that it's sunny and not cloudy like how she feels inside. And two, she was still nervous. Fuck. This. Shit.

Crossing the street her eyes stayed glued to the asphalt beneath her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach making her feel sick, and if it wasn't for her uncle's guiding arm she would probably fall over due to her jello-y legs.

It felt like she was being sent off to the gallows. The prisoner trailing behind with their head hung low and the guard taking her to the executioner. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Her heart pounded against her chest as they walked up the incline to his house. The yellowing grass crunched beneath her feet and the stupid butterflies were angrily trying to get out of the confined space of her stomach.

Her rational side and crazy side were having an argument in her head that was pushing her towards the brink of insanity.

Try and stay as far away from his as possible. Remember what happened that last time he touched you? No good can come from any of this! Rational Alex practically screamed.

Try and stay as close to him as you can! I wanna know what he smells like…Crazy Alex sighed in her head.

Do whatever he says so you can get the heck out of there as quickly as possible.

Don't do what he says. He's cute when he's mad.

Try and be as hostile as possible.

Touch him as often as you can!

Do this!

Do that!

"Ugh," Alex groaned and held her head. Shut up. This was all a bit much for her.

Why did this have to be so hard? Why couldn't she just say: "Hey look I'm not going to clean and you're going to be completely ok with that." Is that too much to ask for?

Hearing the knock on the door her head shot up. The bickering in her head, along with the pounding in her stomach, continued. Getting worse and worse with each passing second. Her uncle smiled at her, while waiting. "Remember to be good," he said and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "You'll be fine."

"Pssh, I'm not scared of him," she rolled her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Rational Alex snorted in the back of her head. Shut up!

Her uncle just shook his head and smiled. His eyes had a glimmer in them that told her he knew better than to believe her little white lies. That annoyed the crap out of her.

She heard the door click and unlock on the other side. She could run now, make a dash for it, and hope that some merciful stranger would drive her all the way back to New York. She could…but she didn't.

Instead her feet stayed nailed to the ground, while her eyes looked blankly ahead at Mr. Romano's wooden door. Waiting for the inevitable to happen. For him to just swing the door open and welcome her to the awaiting nightmare within.

The big door moved a fraction of an inch at a time. Time seemed to slow down, and before she knew it the door was already opened to reveal her own personal devil.

Fuck my life.

A/N: Go check out my profile to vote on which car Mr. Romano should own! Ok so yeah...I left you with a cliffhanger. And yeah, on my end of the spectrum there is in evil laugh ringing in my head because of this. Really though my mind came up blank with anything that would happen after this. So…just you know, be patient. If you are the impatient type though go to my profile and see what chapter I am currently working on!

So yeah first chapter of section two. Whatchya think Alex?

Alex: Cliffhanger! You're killing me! Just let him shoot me dead now...ugh!

Haha, sorry but no. I'm working on the next chapter though.

Alex: Just tell me what happens then. It's just me. :)

No! I would spoil it for everyone else reading. Speaking of which...

Unknown: Thanks, yeah it was fun to write too. :) It's going to be fun, promise. If you liked last section you'll love this section. I will try and keep it up. Well if you do have a suggestion tell me anytime! I hope so, I'm currently writing it now...so fingers crossed. Thanks again for your review! :)

Red1: Glad you loved it! :) Oh my goodness, hun, you are going way far into the future. Like wayyy far. But it will come if you stick around ;). Not the first one to suggest it so it's happening haha. I will try and do the maid outfit...no promises though haha. Ok I will try, hopefully I can make it work. This is a pretty soon update haha. Ahh, thank you! :D Thanks again for your review! :)

Next Chapter...

This is it. This is Mr. Romano's home. She looks at the walls and notices he also has no pictures hanging up…no nothing. Ok that has got to change. Speaking of which, his whole stupid house is spiffy clean. What the flying fuck? Ok, what the hell was she supposed to clean again?

~Please be warned that this might be changed when this new chapter goes through editing, but the new chapter will hold a very similar paragraph~

P.S. Thanks to all the readers too. I don't want to forget you guys. Thanks to my awesome Beta Bud JazzyKanani! She rocks! Don't forget to check out her new story: "Choices Make New Dimensions" Its awesome! Thanks for all the alerts, favorites, reviews, and all that jazz! Means a lot! :) Thanks!