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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, first of all, if you're still reading this, you're pretty much beyond amazing and my gratitude belongs completely to you. Thanks so much for being patient throughout senior crunch time and the holidays. This is such a pleasure for me to write, and your reviews mean everything to me. I really hope you like this!

Alex paced the small area of ground in front of her nervously while Mitchie sat back with an almost dizzy look in her eyes and overcome by a silent stupor.

Alex, suddenly nervous about degrees of closeness, knelt in front of Mitchie. "Mitchie… can you, like… say something? Please?"

"Uhh…" Mitchie stammered, "I'm a little lost for words, Alex. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say."

The New Yorker averted her eyes. "I don't either, I've never had this conversation before. I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but I kind of had a jam to get us out of. If I knew it was going to freak you out, I would have just taken the heat."

Mitchie breathed deeply, still trying to wrap her head around everything. "You didn't think it would freak me out to know that you practice witchcraft?"

"No, no! I don't practice witchcraft, I'm a wizard," Alex clarified, daring to reach out for Mitchie's hand.

Mitchie slightly slumped forward. "What's the difference?"

"There's a huge difference," Alex started, and then stood up, opened the door to make sure the coast was clear, and then returned her position, speaking more softly. "All right. Witchcraft is more like a belief, or a religion, even. Something people believe in and research and practice. Being a wizard is in my genetics. My dad was a wizard, and so me and my brothers are, too."

Mitchie silently dug her fingernail into the side of her hand, still unsure whether or not this was reality, but so far, she hadn't woken up. "Your dad was a wizard?" she asked.

"Yeah, well when you have siblings, only one of you gets to keep your powers as a grown up. My dad's brother kept his, so my dad can only tell us how to do magic, not show it to us. We'll learn and practice until we're older when we compete to keep them," Alex explained.

"So, your dad lost the competition?" Mitchie inferred.

"Uh, no, not exactly. See, in the wizard world, you're not supposed to tell any non-wizards about magic or anything like that. So, when my dad married my mom, who isn't a wizard, he lost his powers."

For the first time in the conversation, the compassion returned to Mitchie's deep eyes. "Wow. That's rough."

"Yeah. I mean, I love it sometimes, but it's not always easy. It's just who I am, and definitely not something I asked for. Kind of like being…" Her voice trailed off.

"Bisexual?" Mitchie offered quietly, giving it a shot.

Alex looked away and shook her head.

"Gay?" Mitchie tried again.

"Yeah," Alex barely spoke. "Gay."

The two girls locked eyes for a brief moment before Alex started raking her nails through her hair and continued talking. "Uh, so yeah, the only mortal that's ever known is my mom, and well… now you. And it really needs to stay that way. I don't care if you don't ever want to see me or kiss me again, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about my family, okay?"

Mitchie nodded and allowed a grin to curve her lips for the first time in awhile. "I promise." Another moment of silence clouded the air. "But I have a question for you."

"Yeah. Sure," Alex said.

"So, that thing you did with your mom, that was a -- spell, right?" Mitchie asked.

"Yes," the wizard replied, wishing she could just undo everything and go back to the way things were. "I froze time and then reversed it, specifically."

Mitchie raised her eyebrows. "Wow. So you can do some pretty powerful things then."

"Well, I'm still learning, but yeah," Alex confirmed.

"So, why didn't you just do some kind of spell to get us together before now?" Mitchie inquired.

Alex's eyes snapped up, not prepared for that question in the slightest, at least not from Mitchie. It was one she had asked herself repeatedly throughout the course of the year, and each time had rested on the same answer.

"Well… as much as I liked you… more than liked you… lov - needed to be with you," Alex began, "I knew that if you and I were supposed to be together, it had to be something real, not something I had to conjure up. I care about you too much to charm you to my liking."

Mitchie felt her eyes well up, but still a smile broke through as she leaned forward and placed a simply sweet kiss on Alex's lips.

The smile that Mitchie had missed so much appeared on Alex's face, and a new sparkle appeared in her eye for the first time in all of her teenage years. "So, you don't think I'm a total freak?"

Mitchie linked fingers with Alex's. "I'll admit, this is going to take awhile for me to get used to, and I'm not really sure how it all works, but I just want you to be you. We've already talked about all of this, remember?"

Alex nodded, misty-eyed.

"Besides, do you really think I would ever want to stop kissing you? You're kind of, like, the cutest girl ever!" Mitchie smirked.

Alex beamed. "Don't go confusing me with you, now," she flirted before leaning in for another kiss.

Then she halted. "Wait a sec. Let me lock the door this time."

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