A/N sorry its been so long guys, im writing another fic at the same time. But thanks for sticking with me, if any of you even has.

Alex spent the next day holed up in her room. After that disastrous incident on Saturday morning, she spent the rest of the day and night in her room. When Emma returned on Sunday morning, she returned to a quiet house with the air of bitter disappointment and heartbreak all around. She couldn't find Justin anywhere and Alex had locked herself in her room. No matter how many times Emma pounded on her door, she wouldn't come out.

Alex was a mess. She was so confused. She really liked Beau, but Marcy loved him and she knew deep down he loved her back. And then there was Justin. Somehow, everything always came back to Justin. She couldn't help but smile whenever she thought of his face, and he could always make her feel better. She wished she could ask him what she should do, he always had great advice. But she couldn't. Not this time.

She stifled a cry of pain and squeezed her eyes shut. Love wasn't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to be kissing in the rain and flowers and sunshine and laughter. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. She blearily opened her eyes to see a picture of her and Justin sitting on her dresser.

She stood up off of her bed and walked over to her dresser. She picked up the picture and smiled. It was taken on July the Fourth and in the picture, the sun had just gone down. There were fireworks in the air and Alex had her tongue stuck out and was laughing. Justin had an arm around her and was gazing at her while grinning. The picture wasn't planned or posed, it was impulsive and sudden and showed Alex exactly what she needed to see.

She loved Justin. She loved him. The force of that realization hit her like a truck. She saw Emma's penny sitting on the dresser and laughed. She didn't need it anymore. She bounded downstairs eagerly. Emma was sitting at the kitchen table eating a late breakfast and drinking coffee.

"Oh, there you are," She said looking up from the newspaper. "I was wondering why no one came down to say hello."

"Sorry," Alex said easily. "Do you have any more of those?" She asked pointing to the pancakes. Organizing her feelings made her hungry.

Emma handed her a plate and Alex tucked in. She hadn't eaten in nearly twenty-four hours and was starving. She was grinning wildly and couldn't wait to talk to Justin. She then decided to talk to Beau first; he deserved to be with someone who could love him back fully. Alex dropped her fork and raced away from the table.

"Hey, where are you going?" Emma called after her.

"Gotta talk to Beau!" She shouted back, slamming the screen door behind her.

She pounded on Beau's door and bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited for him to open up. But then when she did see his face, still sleepy and rumpled looking, she froze up.

He smiled when he saw her, "Hey, Alex." He said cheerfully.

"Hi, Beau." She said more seriously.

He frowned, "Is something wrong?"

"Um, actually yeah." She murmured. "Can you come outside for a minute?"

He silently followed her until they were standing on his front lawn.

"I want to break up." She whispered. She had never been one to beat around the bush or be tactful; coming out and being honest was the easiest and most direct way to go.

To his credit, Beau didn't start screaming or shouting like her past ex-boyfriends, he just smiled sadly and said, "Alright, if that's what you want. But can I ask why?"

Alex didn't know what to say.

"It's Justin, isn't it?" Beau whispered. "I knew it from the very first day."

She turned away from him. She knew he was upset, and she was worried that he would be angry or laugh at her for loving her adoptive brother.

"I don't hate you." He said softly, answering her unspoken question. "When you two are together... it's as if there is no one left on Earth. You exist in your own little world."

"I'm so sorry." Alex whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. She had never wanted to hurt him. He was such a good person.

"It's okay, Alex." He said, attempting a brave smile. "I hope we can still be friends."

She nodded and just as he was about to turn away, she called after him, "Have you ever thought about Marcy?"

"Marcy?" He repeated, turning back to look at her with confusion in his blue eyes.

"I think you two would make a really cute couple." Alex said, with a half-smile.

"I did have a... have a sort of crush on her on high school." He said slowly, embarrassed. "I haven't thought about that since then."

"I think you should." Alex said softly.

Beau nodded and smiled at her one last time before turning away and walking up his porch steps back inside his house. Alex felt sad because he was honestly one of the nicest people she had ever met, but mostly she felt free and hopeful. She hastily wiped away her tears and hurried back into Emma's house. She had to talk to Justin.

"Where's Justin?" Alex asked Emma after she had looked all throughout the house without being able to find him.

"Oh." Emma said quietly. "Well... he's gone."

"Gone where?" Alex asked, peering out the back window.

"I don't know." Emma said.

Alex turned around in confusion. "He left?" She asked. She frowned. Why would he just leave?

"Yes, he said he just had to leave, he couldn't stay here anymore and he needed time to think." Emma said.

Alex felt her heart stop. It felt like it was beating backwards it hurt so much. He had left her. He didn't want to be with her after all. She was so sure... She bit her lip to keep from crying.

"Alright then." Alex said in a would-be calm voice.

She spun on her heel and ran out of the kitchen. She ran up to Justin's room and started going through his things. She then looked all over the house but couldn't find what she was looking for. She needed to get out of here as well. She needed to go. She wanted to find the IPP so she could go back to New York, but appeared Justin hid it. She groaned in frustration. She ended up calling her parents and begging a plane ticket off of them. She hurriedly through her clothes into her suitcase and hugged Emma goodbye. She called a cab to pick her up and drive her to the airport because Justin had the car. She took one last look at the house where she fell in love then drove off without a backwards glance.

She arrived at the airport and went through customs. She signed in her luggage and waited for her flight to be called. She sat in the waiting lounge staring out the window and blaring her iPod. She didn't want to think anymore. Her flight was called so she stood up to board the plane. Suddenly she heard someone running and people shouting.

Her jaw dropped as she saw two security guards chasing a skinny, rumpled looking dark haired man. His feet skidded against the linoleum floor. Their eyes met and he started shouting again.

"Alex!" Justin cried. "Don't go!"

A/N does this count as a cliffhanger? I hope you enjoyed it, pretty please review!