A/N thanks for all the reviews guys! Im glad you like it! I don't own WOWP though.
Alex woke up the next day with a pounding headache and a mouth that tasted like sandpaper. Opening her eyes felt like an extreme sport and sitting up was even harder to do. She found out she was laying on top of Justin on the couch still in her black party dress and jewellery.
"Ugh," She groaned. "What happened last night?"
She rubbed her forehead and magically shut the blinds, therefore closing out the blinding sunlight that aggravated her headache. Her movement and voice woke Justin.
"Morning." He murmured.
"What did you do to me?" She asked accusatorily.
He sent her an are-you-kidding-me? kind of looked and said, "You were the one who got so drunk off of champagne you made me sing along to a Disney movie! And then you woke up three hours later, called me Ashton Kutcher, told me my face smelt like a chinchilla and then started referring to yourself in the third person! Thankfully, you fell back asleep. Unfortunately, it was on me and I couldn't go up to bed."
She laughed, "Oh I love being drunk! It's so much fun!"
"Alex, no!" Justin said, shocked. "It's dangerous and unhealthy!"
She shrugged, "Whatever. Go get me a glass of orange juice."
"Alex-"
"NOW!"
He pushed her off of him and the jolting movement made her cry out. She pulled a blanket over her head and wiggled into the couch. It felt like her forehead had a heartbeat. The sudden movement made her stomach roll and lurch. She clutched her nauseous tummy and groaned. She could hear Justin's footsteps coming closer and she whipped off the blanket.
"Hey, Alex I got Advil as well as the juice." He said. And suddenly she couldn't take it anymore. It was as if a great force pushed its way up her throat and made her throw up all over Justin. He stood there, stunned, as vomit dripped off of his chest and onto the floor. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and took the pills and juice from Justin.
"Thanks, Justin!" She said and went upstairs to her room, a little more cheerful. She popped the pills and followed it with the OJ. She changed out of crinkled and twisted dress and into some pajamas. She tied her hair up into a sloppy bun and washed her makeup off. But she kept Justin's necklace on. Every time she saw it in the mirror, it made her feel warm inside. She crawled into bed and fell back asleep.
She woke up a few hours later when the sun was already starting to dip back into the horizon and night was starting to creep up. She yawned and stretched. Her hangover felt much better. She wandered out of her room and down into the TV room where Justin and Emma were watching the news.
"Her reports... are so accurate..." Justin whispered in awe at the weather lady. Alex personally couldn't see the appeal. She was tall and skinny with bleach blonde hair and a fake tan. Sure she was pretty, if you liked that type. But blondes didn't look good with Justin. Rosie or Juliet didn't look right with him. Justin was more suited to dating brunettes. Brunettes with brown eyes and pale skin. And wizard powers. Just saying. She kept walking right past them and out the back door. She could hear Justin calling her name and running after her. She stopped walking when her toes touched the water.
"Alex!" Justin shouted after her from the back porch. "What are you doing?"
"Standing in the water!"
"Yes, obviously but what I meant was why?" He said, exasperated.
"Because I feel gross from being hung-over and I wanted to cool off." She said and flicked some water with her toe gently towards him.
He walked down the beach towards her and stood next to her in the surf. The water was gently lapping against her calves and the breeze was cool from the coming evening. She took a breath and inhaled the scent of the salty ocean water. She shut her eyes and blindly reached for Justin's hand. But then she realized how weird that would be and stopped.
"When you look at me, what do you see?" She opened her eyes and asked him.
"What do you mean?" He asked in return.
"I mean, when you look at me what do you see? Not me physically, but what I am." She said softly.
"I see... sparks." He said. "You know when a fire is starting and there is nothing but flashes of gold sparks? Like that."
She was quiet for a second as she tried to hide the brilliant smile Justin's words gave her. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to hold her swelling heart together.
"So when you look at me, what do you see?" He asked in the same low teasing voice he used back in the jungle of the Caribbean.
She pretended to think for a second, even though she already knew what she was going to say. She finally said, "If I'm a spark, you're the fire."
He raised one of his eyebrows (she always wondered how he could do that) and smirked at her. "How do you figure that?" He asked.
"Because sparks and fires are always together." She said simply. "And you're brighter then I am, and warmer. I'm a spark and I start you, but you're the fire that keeps me going. I think it works."
He doesn't say anything, just smiles at her and she smiles back until she realizes it's getting a little too mushy and panics. As if he read her mind, he backs away from her and splashes her with the cold ocean water. She shrieks and jumps away.
"What the hell was that for?" She screeches.
"Have you forgotten that you threw up on me?" He snaps back jokingly.
She shrieks again as he drenches her again. But he just shrugs impishly so she jokingly scowls and splashes him back. The water fight in the sunset eases the serious tension that was building and makes both of them laugh. Until Emma leans out the back door.
"What are you two doing?" She shouts. "You're not even in swim suits! And it's getting dark! Get in here now!"
Alex and Justin sheepishly walk back into the house, all the while Emma was giving them dirty looks. Alex changed out of her wet pajamas and went back downstairs to find Justin sitting on the couch in his Captain Jim Bob Sherwood pajamas.
"You are such a geek." She said as she plopped down beside him.
He leaned over and ruffled her hair. She sent him a severely annoyed look. "Back off, bub."
They hung around the TV room for a little while, watching mindless television until Emma decided to go to bed. The television was showing a ridiculous sitcom where the characters were making a fort out of blankets and pillows. Justin smiled nostalgically and nudged the girl sitting next to him.
"Remember when we made a fort in the living room?" He asked her. "I think I was about nine at the time, so you must've been seven."
"Oh yeah!" She cried, remembering. "And mom and dad let us sleep there the whole night! We pretended we were camping in the jungle! And Max got bored so it was just the two of us."
"You told me ghost stories and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night." He said warmly. "And mom made us s'mores in the microwave and you ate all of mine."
She laughed then sighed fondly at the old memories. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" She asked him.
"You want to make a fort?"
"Of course!"
So they spent the next hour gathering pillows and blankets and moving the furniture around so there was a cave of fluffiness in the living room. The turned off all the lights and lit candles even though Justin warned it would be a fire hazard. They lay on the thick blankets staring up the green and purple striped duvet, close enough that their shoulders were touching.
"I kind of wish we had never grown up." Justin whispered softly.
"Yeah, me too." Alex murmured back.
They fell asleep in their fort with their hands intertwining.
A/N i hope you guys liked this one! I was going for a sort of jalex-y feel, but i think i made alex too ooc. I just wanted her growing feelings for justin to be recognized. Please please review! :D