She had a hard time making the soup because her mom was there in the kitchen. And Alex kept having this feeling that she was going to get caught, that her mom would know for whom it was and that he was just upstairs in her room. Her mom even question her about the soup, and she said that she wanted to make sure that she didn't get sick.

Once she had finally finished cooking the soup she went upstairs, to her room. She had made it to her room without further questioning and had told everyone that she didn't want to be disturbed. Yasha was enjoying his sleep when Alex came in with his soup. She found Yasha sleeping soundly on her bed he had taken his wet clothes off, and had on some jeans and a sweater that Alex had taken from Justin's room.

'He looks so hot' she though as she approached the desk beside her bed to put the soup on the desk. When she was beside her bed she heard Yasha whisper, 'Alex, I love you Alex' She blushed; he kept saying it in his sleep, and a lot. Finally he woke him up after hearing him confess to her a thousand times, and she had to admit that she had liked it, although she will never say that out loud.

"Hey Yasha, wake up" she said quietly, afraid that someone might hear her and come into her room. He mumbled in his sleep

"Hey Yasha wake up" she repeated more loudly

"What do you want" he mumbled in response

"Hey! Be nice I made you chicken soup"

"I'm the sick one here; you should be nice to me" he said challenging

"Nop, you are supposed to be very nice to me all the time"

He chuckled "Fine, thank you. There you happy?"

"Kind of, now eat up your soup" she answered as she handed him the soup.

He ate it, satisfied at how good it was. "You made this?" he asked her, looking up from his bowl.

"Of course I did, are you questioning my abilities?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to have this kind of 'abilities' " he said making air quotes.

"Well, I have my moments" she said proudly

"So do I, but mine are more frequent than yours" he said teasing her

"Hey!" she protested playfully as she smacked his shoulder, he smirked.

They were having such a good time that neither of them noticed how loud they were being, soon Justin came to see what was going on.

"Alex, would you keep it down I…Ahhhh!" he shouted in surprise, then he froze and stared at the boy in Alex's bed with a bowl of soup, and Alex sitting next to him with her head resting on his shoulder.

"Justin!" she exclaimed as she rapidly stand up from her place next to Yasha. "This isn't what you think! We were just…. I wasn't"

"What is going on?!" Teresa asked loudly followed by Jerry both of them just froze in place just like Justin did. And Alex could tell that this was going to be followed by a long and uncomfortable conversation.

"What were you thinking?" Jerry asked in exasperation

After her parents found her in her room with Yasha they had gone hysterical, they shouted and question her to no end. And they were now 'talking' it in the living room, although it was more like they were shouting it in the living room.

"That everything would be fine as long as you guys didn't found out" Alex answered

"NO! Everything is not fine, because you were hiding a boy in your room" Jerry shouted again

"Mr. Russo, Alex was just trying to help me, she…" tried to explain Yasha but was cut off by Alex's dad.

"No, no excuses. And much less from you, you are the one that wanted to take my little girl away"

"Dad I'm not a little girl anymore" Alex protested

"But that doesn't mean that you are allowed or ready to do that with a boy" Teresa broke in

"We weren't doing that mom!" she exclaimed now blushed, Yasha just stared confused.

"But you were about to" Teresa responded

"No, we weren't about to do it either" Yasha just kept staring; he had been following the conversation until they suddenly started talking about something, and they keep telling it 'that'. He wondered what kind of that they meant.

"That?" he repeated confused "What does that means?" Everyone turned around for a second staring at him with a disbelief look. Was he really serious?

"You don't know what 'that' is?" asked Jerry more calmly, mostly because he was still in shock that Yasha didn't know what 'that' meant.

"No, everyone keeps saying 'that', 'that', 'that', but I don't know what are you talking about" he said serious. Yasha was starting to feel uncomfortable because everyone in the room was staring at him, and they gave him a look that made him feel that he was supposed to know what 'that' meant.

"So you really don't know? Honestly?" asked Jerry again

"Honestly, I don't know" he answered. They all stared at each other and then stared back at him, he frowned. What was 'that' they keep saying? And nobody bothers to tell him. It was starting to frustrate him.

"Didn't your parents have the talk with you?" asked Teresa, Alex was feeling a bit awkward. It was bad enough that they were having this kind of conversation, but she was not about to have her parents have the talk with Yasha.

"No" Yasha answered

"Okay, why don't we skip the talk? This is getting kind of awkward" suggested Alex standing up from the sofa she'd been sitting on.

"No, wait Alex" said her dad "how come your parents never had the talk with you" he asked suspiciously because he didn't really believe him.

"Because I don't have any" he answered simply

"What?" Teresa gasped "You don't have any parents to take care of you?" Yasha moved his head in a 'no' movement

"Wait, wait. What about that old man, the Chinese or Japanese one?" Alex asked.

"He died a while ago" he heard them gasp again.

"Yasha, why didn't you tell me" Alex asked

"Because I didn't want to worry you. Just like I am doing right now" he answered. He stood straight and powerful, and he seemed like an unstoppable warrior. But Alex knew better, she knew that deep inside him it hurt, but unlike her he didn't know how to show it, not like she knew much about showing her feelings but she al least had a start he on the other hand didn't knew a thing about it. The only way Alex knew what was going on inside him was through his eyes; when people said that the eyes are the windows to you soul they are not kidding, and Alex could see it right now. His lonely eyes charged with fury and anger, sadness and frustration. She loved him, but she did not like the shade of loneliness his eyes turned, it made his eyes go dull and dark.

She wanted to do something for him, something to comfort him and make him feel better. "Hey what if we let him live here with us" suggested Alex.

"WHAT?" everyone snapped, turning towards her.