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Chapter 11: heart to heart talk
"Let this conversation between us
Always go on like this.
Let this meeting between us
Always go on like this.
Let all our days and nights be spent like this.
Let new conversations begin from every conversation.
Let us write a song using those conversations then,
A song that will touch everyone's hearts.
Let our conversations keep on dissolving into tunes.
Let our conversations keep on dissolving into songs."
-an approximate translation of "Yeh tumhari meri baatein" from rock on.
She sighed, giving in, putting her slice down, ready to talk. "Justin…." she hesitated, looking around her to make sure no one she knew was there. "Promise me you'll not make fun of me."
He nodded instantly. "I don't make fun of serious things…That's kind of your job."
She glared at him. (Way to wreck the moment Justin.)
"I'm sorry." He apologized quickly, squeezing her hand once more. "Alex… you know you can trust me."
She sighed, looking down at the ground. "I… I have been acting weird lately… because I have been feeling weird."
She looked up at him, to see him nod his head, urging her to go on.
"Okay, so…" she gulped, glancing at their intertwined hands from the corner of her eyes and trying not to think too much about the adults-only images it brought in her mind. (Because she's seventeen. She's not an adult yet, duh! It's not like she's guilty about picturing her brother pinning her to a wall and thrust-…no.) "This began when Harper started dating Zeke. I thought it would be great, and it is great, but… it kind of made me feel lonely…. And then you said you'd be leaving me and I started feeling horrible… and…I… Gosh I am so confused Justin!"
He creased his eyebrows together and pursed his lips, thinking with great concentration. "So… you are scared that you'd be all alone when I leave you, huh?"
She nodded. "Kind of." (I am scared that I can't live without you, because I am in love with you.)
He smiled brightly at her, one of those genuine, warm smiles that made her want to melt. (Except, she can't actually melt, you know, she's not really ice, even if her attitude is icy cold!) "Alex, you know you'll never be alone. I'd always be there for you."
"But you'd not be here", she protested. "You will not be around to clean up my messes!"
"You won't need me to clean up your messes if you don't mess up in the first place." He reasoned.
She crossed her arms in front of her, accidentally freeing her hand from his grasp in the process (shoot!), and glared at him. "Be real, Justin. You know that'd never happen."
He nodded, agreeing. "Well then… maybe I will have to find another way to fix your messes."
"How?" she challenged.
He shrugged, before his lips curved upwards into another bright, reassuring Justin-smile. "We'll figure something out, Alex. I promise."
He also promised he'd never leave her. Why should she believe him?
"So….anything else bothering you?" he asked once again, looking at her softly.
I am in love with you, Justin?
She shook her head, deciding not to admit to that yet. (She'd need a bullhorn, two bottles of water, three cubes of ice and emergency medical supplies, in case he freaked out.)
He nodded too, returning to the pizza, as she did the same. They ate in a sort of comfortable silence, just enjoying being in each other's company (and not saying that out loud and destroying their own dignity.)
She glanced at him, to see a bit of cheese stuck to the corner of his mouth, and fought back the urge to wipe it with her tongue. (She's not CPR certified. She can't save him if he started freaking out and was not able to breath! Although she did want to kill him for years…hmmm)
"Um, there's something in your mouth." She mumbled, gesturing at her own mouth with her hands. He wiped his lips with the tissue, obviously missing the actual spot. "Gone?"
She shook her head, snatching the tissue from him (And how she wishes this was used toilet paper… What? Who said the evil sister in her died?) and wiping his mouth clean. "There. Now it's gone."
"Thanks." He mumbled, returning to the pizza again.
She shrugged. (No big deal). "You used to do that for me when I was a kid."
He smiled at the memory, tears glittering in his eyes. (Gosh, why is Justin such a sentimental freak?) "These years passed so fast…"
"Duh." She rolled her eyes. (And now he starts talking like an old, dying man… as if his too-old-for-his-age and overly-mature attitude wasn't enough of an annoyance!)
"You are going to return my things when I leave… right?" he asked skeptically.
"What!" she gasped in shock. "Justin! Why do you think I've been collecting them all these years? I am totally going to keep them with me when you leave!"
And he's not leaving anyway.
He sighed dramatically, wiping his hands with another tissue. "You leave me no choice then. It looks like I will just have to upload your cheerleading video to the internet."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You wouldn't!"
He nodded seriously.
Okay. So he would…Think Alex, think. What was Justin's weakness again? Right… Alex.
"Fine, then, do it.", she began, in a low, hushed voice, to make it sound like she was really scared and upset. "Upload that video to the internet, and let tons of boys drool at your little sister, watching her swaying around in that tinylittleskirt."
This time, it was his eyes that nearly bulged out of his skull. Why didn't he think of this before? "I..." he stuttered, and she noticed how his hands formed into a fist in all his over-protective, big-brother glory. "I…"
"You wouldn't." she completed, grinning smugly. Mission accomplished. (He wouldn't try to protect her from himself… right? Huh, of course he wouldn't! He's the guy who gave a tight spin-hug to his hot little sister dressed in a mini… He wouldn't… right? )
He shook his head, giving up, and got up to pay the bill.
She wiped her hands with a tissue (she missed his shirt by mere forty seconds. Boo) and followed him, standing beside him.
He glanced around to see her standing there and gasped.
"What?" she scoffed in annoyance.
He gasped again (and you blame her for calling him a drama-queen? Yes. Queen. Not king. Kings don't cry like big babies!). "You can walk on your own!"
Oops…
She shrugged again, trying to play it off as casual. "I guess rest made my leg feel all better?"
He shook his head, making the payment, taking the return money, and counting it. (If he thinks he's better at Math than the machine at the counter, sure, have fun with the calculations, Justin.)
Once they got out of the restaurant, he offered his hand to her again.
What the…?
She quirked an eyebrow in questioning, even as she accepted his hand.
"I can see that you did all this to get my attention." He explained, as they started walking. "So I might as well give you that…"
Well. Being at the centre of attention IS something that she likes to do, but it wasn't that simple this time…. But okay, sure, let's go with that.
"You are still such a kid." He teased, ruffling her hair with his free hand.
She ruffled his hair too, messing it up. "And you were born acting like a sixty year old."
He scoffed. "Being mature never hurt anyone."
"Sure. It just sucks the fun out of your life."
"Life isn't all about fun." He began lecturing for the nth time.
She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Keep your useless, unlimited knowledge with you. Now tell me your plans for tomorrow."
He bit his lip nervously. "Umm, I haven't planned yet…"
"Good." She smiled sweetly. "Then leave the planning to me."
He stopped in his tracks in fear. "Alex. I don't feel like going to the jail tomorrow."
She glared at him (Well, they will land up in jail someday anyways.) and pulled on his hand, forcing him to walk ahead with her.
She wondered briefly why no one was staring at them, why no one was asking them the reason for them holding hands. She realized that people must have shrugged it off as nothing. After all, it's not everyday that a brother and a sister fall in love. (And they think there will never be a day when Justin and Alex do.)
They reached their home, rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer. (The night ends. Boo…)
Their mother did, greeting them with a frown as soon as they stepped inside. "Why did you send Max home with Harper and Zeke." She demanded.
Alex gulped. "Because he was sick… and Harper was coming home anyways… I would have taken him home myself. Why would any normal person want to hang out with Justin? But then I remembered how happy you guys were that we were getting along, and I thought I shouldn't ruin it..."
Their mother's eyes softened, the anger disappearing. (Winging it never fails!)
Their father walked down the stairs at the moment, and gasped when he saw them. "You two are back… and no one is hurt?"
Alex pouted, crossing her arms. "I am not that bad of a kid…"
"Awww", Theresa cooed, attacking them both with a hug. "My babies are getting along."
Alex scrunched up her nose in disgust, and she tried to break free. "Mom, I just spent hours with Justin… you don't really need to torture me with the hug. My punishment is over."
Their mother pulled away with a grin. Okay… so she totally gave her mother some idea. Great. Well done Alex. Well done, idiot! "You know what, Jer? Next time we will send Alex out with Justin, instead of grounding her!"
"What! No!" Justin and Alex yelled in unison.
(Ha! Now she can't WAIT to break the rules!)
They went straight to their rooms, deciding to change and head to bed.
She barged into his room, to find him already in bed.
"Hey." She whispered, sitting down beside him.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking up from the book he was reading. (Since when Justin start reading manga? Angel Sanctuary, huh? She would have looked it up, if she cared enough to research things.)
She gulped, deciding to just go ahead and admit it. "I had fun with you today." she looked down at the ground, ashamed of the confession.
He smiled, nodding. "Me too." He admitted. (Okay. So now he can't tease her about it. Good.)
"Goodnight." She whispered, getting up and walking out.
"Goodnight Alex." He whispered back.
She sank to her bed, thinking of everything that happened that day, ready to dream of Justin. She sighed dreamily, snuggling with her pillows. How much longer will it take for her to get Justin?
Holding hands, walking together, movie, dinner, a kiss that was reversed with magic…. Since when did Alex Russo's love life become that romantic, like fairytales? (And forbidden, like the movies?)
She snorted as she got the answer. Ever since Harper started dating Zeke.
(She told you before! This was totally her best friend's fault!)
(A/N: okay, since you guys reviewed so much, and since that was such a cruel cliffhanger, I updated. :) please review and tell me if you like this! Also, tell me where you want Justin and Alex to go on Sunday!)
