A/N: Here it is. If anyone is still rreading this story. Okay, so, I guess it's more like the NEXT chapter I have the idea for. I've had for a long time. But, I haven't written that one yet, so here's this chapter! Enjoy andd have a good day. xxHeartBrokenxx

Rikki's POV

I rolled my suitcase into the sub shop my Aunt Margret had just recently bought. So this was where I was staying? A sub shop on Waverly Place?

"Rikki!" Aunt Margret said, walking out of the kitchen. She hugged me then continued, "It's so good to see you again. My, how you've grown! Here let me help you with that."

She took my suitcase and started walking up a spiral staircase. I followed.

"So, you live above the sub shop?" I asked as we entered a living area with a kitchen and dining area.

She smiled. "Yeah. Convenient, eh?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Really."

"Come on, I'll show you to your room." She led me up another set of stairs and opened the first door on the left. "Here you go."

I looked around, awestruck. "Wow. It's so big!"

She looked at me and smiled. "It's not that big."

"Compared to what I'm used to, yeah it is," I said. "Thank you."

"For what?" she asked.

"Letting me come stay with you."

"It's not problem, really. I have to get back to work now. Please, make yourself at home," she said, walking back downstairs.

I looked around the colorful room as I lifted my suitcase onto the bed and started unpacking. About an hour later I walked down to the sub shop and found my aunt in the kitchen.

"Do you want me to work?" I asked.

She looked at me in surprise. "Do you want to?"

"It's the least I could do."

"Would you mind taking orders then?"

"Not at all." I grabbed a pad of paper and a pen and started going around taking orders.

"Excuse me, miss?" I heard someone ask as I walked back towards the counter.

"Yeah?" I said. I turned around to find that it was a boy around my age. He had brown eyes and longish brown hair. "Can I help you?"

"Is Alex here?" he asked.

"Alex?" I said. "There's no Alex here. I'm sorry."

"Alex Russo. The owner's daughter?" he said.

"Wait, the Russo's used to own this place? As in Theresa and Jerry Russo?" I asked.

"Yeah. They don't anymore?"

"No. Margret Leavens does."

"Oh. Well, do you know where I could find them?"

"Yeah. Australia."

"Haha, Australia. No, but really, do you know where I could find them?"

"I'm serious. They moved to Australia."

"Really? Australia?"

"Yeah. I would know, I just came down from there. I met them."

"But, why wouldn't Alex tell me?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know who you are."

"I'm Dean," he said, holding out a hand.

I shook it. "I'm Rikki."

"Well Rikki, thank you for the help. Maybe I'll see you later," he said, and walked out.