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"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Emma asked worriedly.
"Yes, we'll be fine." Justin said calmly.
Emma frowned again and checked her watch. She was going away for the weekend to a pottery convention and was leaving Justin and Alex home alone. She was nervous, but Justin tried to calm her down.
"And remember, I'll be home on Sunday! So you only have to be alone for tonight and Saturday!" She said for the hundredth time. "And I've let Melissa and Richard, Beau's parents, know that you're going to be alone if you need anything from them."
"I think we're going to be okay, Emma." Alex said from the couch. "Mom and dad have let me and Justin stay home alone tons of times."
"Well... okay." She said, but still didn't step out of the doorway.
"Seriously woman! Justin is twenty and I am eighteen! It's not like we're five years old!" Alex snapped.
"Alex!" Justin reprimanded.
"You're right, you're right." Emma murmured. "Now where did I leave my keys?"
Justin smirked and handed them to her. She kissed his cheek, leaned down to kiss Alex's cheek and then walked out the front door, glancing behind her worriedly.
"Yes, she's gone!" Alex sprung up and said, the second the door shut behind Emma.
She waved her wand and changed Emma's bright family room into a disco.
"Alex-" Justin started to say.
She changed the disco into a safari.
"Alex! We can't have Emma's living room be turned into a safari!" Justin scolded her.
"You're so right." She said seriously. She then waved her wand again and magicked them away to the centre of Time's Square.
"Alex! I mean it, bring us back!" Justin said.
"But don't you miss being in New York?" She asked sweetly, waving her hands around her to the busy city that was moving around them like they couldn't even see them.
Justin sighed. "I'm just not ready to come back here yet."
She could see the sadness and bitterness still on his face, even though they had been away for more than a month. Without a word, she flashed them back home.
"So what do you want for dinner?" Alex asked to cut the tension.
"How about spaghetti?" Justin offered.
"Great thanks!" She said and jumped onto the couch. "Call me when it's ready."
"I don't think so." He scoffed. "You're helping me cook it."
"Ugh!" She groaned and dragged herself off the couch and into the kitchen.
"Fill this pot with water then put it on the stove on high." He said slowly. "Then when it boils, put the spaghetti noodles in."
"How do I know when it's boiling?" She asked.
"Bubbles will form at the surface." He answered and got the sauce out of the fridge.
Alex nodded. This seemed easy enough. She dug around the cupboards until she found a big pot and filled it with water. She followed Justin's instructions and then stared at the pot.
"Why isn't it boiling?" She asked.
"It takes a few minutes." He answered, pouring the spaghetti sauce into a pan on the stove.
"You know Alex; you really need to learn how to cook." He said. "It's a basic life skill. What are you going to do when you move out?"
"You're going to cook for me." She answered nonchalantly.
"I meant when we don't live together anymore." He said softly.
She frowned. She had never really imagined the day when they didn't live together anymore. She had always thought that he would be there for her, always.
"I'll just order take-out then!" She said with a laugh, but her smile slipped when he wasn't looking.
She put the pasta into the boiling water and leaned against the counter. Justin was making garlic bread. She watched the expression of concentration on his face and the way his strong hands buttered the bread, the way Emma's stupid Quiche the Cook apron wrapped around his lean torso.
Suddenly Justin looked up and their eyes met. Her heart stopped. The he was shouting, "ALEX!" She turned around in shock to see the pasta bubbling over. He ran over and lifted the lid and stirred the spaghetti. It was all stuck to the bottom of the pot.
"I'm sure it will still taste good." He said weakly.
Alex sighed. She could never do anything right.
He seemed to guess her thoughts because he said, "Can you make the Caesar salad please?"
Alex worked so damn hard on that salad. And even though the spaghetti tasted like burnt rubber, he couldn't stop praising her on her salad making skills.
"No, really." Justin said with a wide smile. "This is the best salad I have ever tasted in my life!"
"Oh, stop." She teased, batting her eyelashes mock-flirtatiously. "You're making me blush!"
He laughed again, and she felt her heart ache. They were sitting at the kitchen table with the lights dimmed and a few candles lit. They were really getting along well. Alex wasn't pretending to be rude and Justin wasn't bossing her around.
They finished their dinner and Justin made Alex help him clean up. She was washing the dishes and he was putting them away. The rain pounded against the windows they could see lightning flash in the distance.
"Justin, I'm bored." Alex whined, up to her elbows in soapy water.
"Too bad." He said. "Just finish up and we can do something else."
She pouted so he started to dance around the kitchen with the broom that was propped up against the corner. He sang along to the song on the radio and made a sexy tango face to the broom. Against her will, Alex started to giggle.
"You are such a loser!" She said, laughing. She threw a handful of bubbles at him.
He grinned and reached into the sink to throw bubbles back at her. She laughed and they continued to have a bubble fight until Emma's kitchen was coated with fluffy white suds. Alex had it in her hair and Justin had it all over his shirt.
"Truce?" He asked, holding out his hand.
"Truce." She agreed shaking his hand, but with her other hand she tossed soapy bubbles back in his face.
He shrieked like a girl and they continued fighting until Alex slipped on some bubbles that were on the floor and Justin wouldn't let them play anymore because it was 'too dangerous'.
After dinner, they watched TV. Which was of course, easier said than done. They couldn't agree on what to watch.
"There's a documentary on the History Channel about Dark Matter and Black Holes." Justin said eagerly.
"Ugh, no way." Alex said and flipped right past it with the remote. "We're watching that new reality show where they put celebrities in a tiger cage and-"
"Alex!" Justin said, pulling the remote out of her grasp. "That is so violent! There is no way we are watching that!"
"Your show is boring!" She leaned over and tugged the controller out of his hands.
"It – is – not!" He grunted as he fought Alex off the remote.
"Uh, yeah!" She said and pulled hard on the controller.
They continued to struggle until Alex suddenly let go, causing Justin to fall against her. She was knocked back against the couch and she stared in surprise at him. He was barely an inch from her face. She could see her reflection in his deep, smoky green eyes. They stayed like that for a second, laying against each other, until Justin pulled away from her sharply and tossed the remote at her.
"You can, er, watch whatever you want." He said awkwardly, hurrying towards the stairs. "I'm – I'm going to bed."
She sat right where he left her, staring in confusion at the stairs he just disappeared up. She watched the stupid reality show she was talking about but it wasn't as much fun without Justin there to nag her about violence and bad values. She eventually just turned it off and went to bed.
The storm still raged outside and Alex huddled deeper into her fluffy blankets. She very clearly remembered a time long, long ago when she was four and Justin was six. There was a huge storm and at that time, she was terrified of thunder storms. Justin knew this, and came into her room in the middle of the night when the storm was particularly bad just to check up on her. She wouldn't let him leave until the storm ended. They ended up falling asleep together. Their parents came in to wake Alex up in the morning and saw them together. They still have the picture they say is so 'adorable'. Of course, Alex has tried to destroy it many times.
She suddenly felt very sad and strangely nostalgic for that time. When her and Justin were still best friends and siblings. When she didn't have a strange crush on him and things weren't so complicated.
She slid out of her bed and tip-toed out of her room and down the hall and into Justin's room. Without a word, she climbed into his bed and lay beside him. He didn't say anything either, just moved over to make more room for her and adjusted the blankets around her. They fell asleep together.
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