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The day for which Mitchie waited two long weeks had finally arrived. Caitlyn was going to be in the same city as her that night. Her plane was coming in that afternoon, and as soon as she was all settled at her dad's house, she was coming over for a sleepover with Mitchie.

Mitchie had given her the address the day before. Caitlyn claimed she'd been to New York for either dance competitions or to visit her dad (more often for dancing) so many times that she could get herself to Mitchie's apartment without a problem.

Mitchie paced up and down her living room. She was home alone, thankfully, so she didn't have her parents staring at her like she was crazy. It was Saturday afternoon, and she'd been awake since before her parents left for work. Any other day, she'd have school with Justin and Alex to occupy her. But since it was a weekend, she was all by her lonesome while she waited the gruesome hours for Caitlyn to arrive.

She had so much to tell her best friend. Starting with Alex. It had become apparent to Mitchie that she had an unhealthy attachment to her new, strange friend. She still hadn't figured out the mystery that was Alex Russo. Mitchie had no idea why she felt like she needed to be near Alex all the time.

Actually, that was a lie. She had an idea, but she was having trouble coming to terms with it. She'd noticed that the way she was reacting to Alex, what she was feeling, it was almost like… a crush. But that was impossible. It couldn't happen. Not now, especially not now. She had always liked guys and never had these feelings for a girl, right? This is where is got confusing. She was pretty sure Alex wasn't the first girl to make Mitchie react this way.

Just thinking about it made Mitchie anxious. She needed to talk to someone about this. She couldn't tell her mom; she wouldn't understand. And she sure as hell couldn't tell Alex. She didn't want to scare Alex off, after all. So naturally, that left Caitlyn, whom she'd wanted to go to first anyway. But she felt this wasn't the type of conversation to have over the phone. She decided the best thing to do was wait until she was with her face-to-face.

She'd been waiting for nearly two weeks, ever since she woke up in Alex's arms, to have this conversation, and she just wanted to get it all out in the open. Once she said it aloud, admitted it to someone, it would become real, official. Until then, it was an idea in her head. The sooner it was out there, the sooner she could decide how to deal with it and move on.

She checked the clock on the wall and let out an audible groan. It was only a few minutes past two. Caitlyn's plane wasn't due to arrive until some time after seven that night. She still had over five hours to wait, holding in her troublesome thoughts.

Alex admired the new wand in her hand. Her father had taken her to get it in the Wizard World that morning. Justin had given her and Mitchie a math test Thursday, on which she had gotten a very high B, so Jerry had been so impressed he'd agreed to let Alex do magic again. He was a little annoyed that he had to spend money on a new wand for her, but he knew that it was his fault since he'd snapped her old one.

Alex's new wand was much more sophisticated than her old one. Her old one had been red with a clear orb on the end that lit up when she did spells. This one was slender, sleek, and black. No orb on the end. She felt powerful holding it in her hand. She smiled to herself as she lit up its tip and waved the light back in forth in front of her face. She couldn't wait to show Harper.

Her smile faltered. She'd forgotten that Harper had a date with Jeremy from science that night. She wouldn't be able to see her until the next day. So who could she show now?

She couldn't show Mitchie. Her new friend didn't know about magic, and probably never would. Telling Harper had been a risk, a big one at that. Telling another mortal would mean she would lose her powers. She knew she would lose them eventually when Justin won the wizard competition, but she didn't want to lose them so soon. Especially not after she'd just gotten her wand back. She'd missed being able to cast spells just for the hell of it.

A knock on her door made Alex look up. Instead of walking over to open it or telling the person to walk in, she waved her wand and the door opened.

Justin smiled and shook his head at her. "Enjoying the new wand, I see."

"Yes!" Alex exclaimed, her smile returning. "If I could marry it, I would."

Justin walked over to his sister. "May I see it?" He held out his hand.

"Okay, but only for a second," Alex said reluctantly, placing the black, magical stick in her brother's hand.

He examined the beautiful wand carefully, turning it over in his hand. He let out a low whistle. He really was impressed. It was even nicer than his. The only wand he'd even seen that was nicer than this one was the family's wand, which he hoped to claim as his own in a few years. However, he wouldn't mind having one like Alex's. This one was so light; it must have made casting spells so simple.

"Sure beats only being able to do weak spells with finger magic, huh?" He handed the wand back to her.

"I could have been doing finger magic this whole time?" She slipped her wand into her boot, where she loved keeping it most. "Damn it! I forgot we could do that."

"And this is why you should pay more attention in wizard lessons." Justin chuckled at his sister.

"You can get out."

"Oh come on, I was just kidding."

"I know," Alex said. "But I still want you to get out."

"Alex, it was a joke!"

"Justin, I have things to do." She started pushing him towards the door. "Shoo. Go, go, go."

"Fine," he grumbled. "But if you want help to relearn spells, don't come crying to me."

"Trust me, I won't." She shut the door and let out a sigh.

She really hadn't had things to do, she just didn't want her brother in her room anymore. She was starting to get sick of him. After all, he was her teacher now. Hanging out with your teacher was weird. And spending that much time with her brother made her sick. She wasn't the type to do such things.

Looking around her room, though, she almost wished she hadn't kicked him out. She'd been dreadfully bored before he came in. Sure, her wand entertained her for a few minutes, but it was getting old.

She checked her phone for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. She'd yet to receive a text from Mitchie, which was odd. They'd been texting almost nonstop since their movie date−not date…Oh, whatever!

Thinking about Mitchie made Alex feel guilty. Mitchie had divulged such a huge secret to Alex. That took so much courage and trust. Mitchie trusted Alex so much, enough to tell a not-so-flattering part of her past, but here Alex was, with two gigantic secrets that she couldn't bring herself to reveal to Mitchie.

Sure, the wizard thing wasn't really hers to tell since it involved her entire family, but there was something else. Mitchie still had no clue about Alex's sexuality. Alex hadn't told her, which meant she wasn't lying to Mitchie, but she wasn't being honest with her, either.

Alex didn't know what to do. She wasn't exactly keeping the fact that she was a gay a secret, since her family knew, but she wasn't going shout it in the streets, either. She couldn't judge how Mitchie would react. Would she be okay, or would she freak out? Maybe it would be different if they hadn't spent the night embracing. But since they had, Mitchie might think Alex had been making a move. However, that wasn't how it was at all. Mitchie had been the one to suggest the sleeping position. But would that matter in the end, once Mitchie found out that Alex was gay?

One thing was for sure, and that was Alex was not going to, under any circumstance, tell Mitchie about her attraction for her.

But she knew she had to come out to Mitchie. It was the right thing to do. Eye for an eye, secret for a secret. The sooner she told her, the better.

She checked the time on her phone. It was only a little past two. She knew that Mitchie's friend Caitlyn was going to be arriving that night, but that wasn't until later. This was another reason to tell Mitchie. Alex could already feel herself becoming jealous of Caitlyn, and she hadn't even gotten here yet. Coming out to someone could make you closer friends. It had definitely made her and Harper closer, if that was even possible. She was afraid that once Caitlyn arrived, Mitchie would feel like she didn't need Alex anymore. More than anything, Alex couldn't stand the thought of losing this girl.

But that's what coming out could cause. She had a feeling Mitchie wouldn't hate her, but you could never be sure with these things. It was such a taboo subject.

Maybe the best thing to do was just not dwell on it too much, and do it soon to get it over with. The sooner she told Mitchie, the sooner they could move past this and get on with their friendship. It was like ripping the band aide off. She just had to summon up the courage and do it.

She stood in the middle of her room for a few more minutes. Should text Mitchie and ask if she could go over, surprise her by just showing up unannounced, or just drop it? In the end, she grabbed her sunglasses off her nightstand and headed out. Mitchie was going to have a surprise show up on her doorstep.

Mitchie stopped her pacing when she heard a knock at her front door. Not having any idea who it could possibly be, she curiously crossed over to the door. She looked through the peep hole, but whoever had knocked was standing where she couldn't see them. Slightly annoyed, she opened the door just enough to see out.

A brown eye appeared in the small gap.

"Boo!" Half of a white-toothed grin let a giggle flow to Mitchie's ears.

She screamed in excitement, not fear, and opened the door widely. She grabbed her visitor by the wrist and pulled her inside, engulfing her in a huge hug soon after.

"Now that's what I call a greeting," Caitlyn Geller smirked, pulling out of the embracement her best friend had wrapped her in.

"What are you doing here?" Mitchie's smile was so big her face hurt. "You weren't supposed to be in until tonight."

"I got an earlier flight," Caitlyn said, running a hand through her messy, light brown curls. "My dad picked me up at the airport. I just put my bags down at his place and came straight here."

"Don't you have to unpack?" Mitchie quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I can do that later." Caitlyn waved off her comment. "Besides, I only have a few bags. Most of my stuff won't be in until Monday. And plus, I couldn't wait to see you. I missed you too much."

"I missed you too!" Mitchie smiled again. "We have so much to talk about."

"Yes, we do." Caitlyn nodded her agreement. "But first, I really have to pee. Where's your bathroom?"

Mitchie pointed to the hallway. "First door on the right."

"Thanks!" And with that, she dashed off to the bathroom.

Mitchie smiled to herself, very much amused. Gosh, she'd missed Caitlyn something awful. It was going to be so good having her here, especially when it got closer to the baby's due date. There were so many things she wanted to tell Caitlyn, from how much she loved home schooling, all the way to possible baby names she'd come up with. But most importantly, she needed to tell her about her troubling feelings for Alex. She didn't want to start off with that, though. She wanted to gradually move into that particular subject. But how do you go from school to being confused about your sexuality?

As she pondered, there was another knock at the door. Still lost in her thoughts, Mitchie absentmindedly opened the door.

"Alex!" she exclaimed when she saw the girl standing there, sunglasses hooked on the collar of her black t-shirt with a guitar design on the front. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," she said, wringing her hands nervously. "I know I should have called, but this is kind of important."

Mitchie took in her friend's state. She'd never seen her this vulnerable before. This must have been big.

"Well…" Mitchie checked over her shoulder to see if Caitlyn was out of the bathroom yet.

"Is this a bad time?" Alex asked. She felt so stupid. She should have called first.

"Who's that?" A voice Alex had never heard before asked.

Alex stood on her tip toes and craned her neck to see around Mitchie. There was a girl that was a stranger to Alex standing in Mitchie's living room, but Alex knew who she was; she'd seen enough pictures to know. This was the famous Caitlyn, the one that Mitchie had been gabbing about for the past week, the one that wasn't supposed to be here for another few hours.

"I didn't know you had company," Alex said, her face red. "I'm sorry. I'll just go home."

"Alex, you don't have to go," Mitchie said, trying to stop her.

"No, I will." She started to back away. "I should have called first anyway. Sorry to bother you."

"Alex…"

Alex ran to the stairwell, and as soon as she was sure she was out of Mitchie's sight, she took her wand from her boot, spun it around, and vanished into thin air.

"Alex!" Mitchie called when Alex started going down the stairs. Her head disappeared from sight as she continued down them. Mitchie went out into the hall and looked over the railing, hoping to see that Alex had stopped. But, Alex was nowhere to be seen. It's like she would have completely faded away. Puzzled, Mitchie went back to her apartment. "She's gone," she told Caitlyn as she closed the door behind her.

"So that was Alex, I take it?" Caitlyn asked sarcastically. Mitchie had only said her name three times.

"Yeah…" Mitchie stared at the closed door.

"What did she want?"

"She said she wanted to talk to me, that it was important." Mitchie shrugged. "But then she ran off."

"Probably because she saw me here," Caitlyn mused. "If I had to tell someone something important, and there was some strange girl standing there that I didn't expect to be there, I'd run off too."

"You're not strange, Cay."

Caitlyn raised her eyebrows. "You have met me, right?"

At this, Mitchie had to laugh. "True."

"So, are you going to go talk to her?"

"Why? She ran off."

"Yeah, but it seemed important," Caitlyn said. "From where I was standing, she looked a little scared. I think you should go find out what she wanted to talk to you about."

"But you just got here," Mitchie said.

"And I'm going to come back later for our sleepover." Caitlyn nodded. "But right now I think it's really important that you go talk to Alex."

"I don't know where she lives," Mitchie admitted.

"Oh my goodness!" Caitlyn exclaimed, walking over to the door and opening it.

Mitchie stayed put as Caitlyn crossed the hall. She heard her friend knock on someone's door, which was soon followed by a short, muffled conversation with the person that resided in the apartment across the hall. A minute or so later, Caitlyn returned with a phonebook.

"Give this back to the guy across the hall when you're done with it," she said, placing the thick book on the table. "You do know her parents' names, right?"

"Yes," Mitchie said shyly. "I also know that she lives above the Waverly Sub Station."

"Well that's something," Caitlyn commented. "If you can't find her address by her parents' names, then look up that place of business. Point is, find her. And if you can't, call her. Call her and call her until she answers you. Then, you go talk to her. I'm going to go unpack the few bags I have, and get stuff ready to come over here tonight. Ready?" She put her hand out, palm down. She looked at Mitchie expectantly until Mitchie placed her hand on top of Caitlyn's. "Go team!" Caitlyn exclaimed, throwing her and Mitchie's hands up in the air.

"You are such a dork." Mitchie smiled at her.

Alex appeared in her bedroom, thankfully. It had been so long since she'd cast that spell that she wasn't sure if she'd gotten it right at first, but apparently she had. One of the reasons she hadn't wanted to use it to go to Mitchie's was that she was afraid she wouldn't end up in the right place after not practicing for so long. Also, she'd wanted more time to get her thoughts together about what she was going to say.

What had she been thinking just showing up at Mitchie's like that? Of course she should have called or texted first. But, she hadn't expected anyone to be there. Mitchie had said Caitlyn wasn't going to be in until that night. Why was she there?

She knew it was wrong to be angry at Caitlyn. After all, she hadn't done anything wrong. Alex was the one that was wrong to assume Mitchie would be alone.

Deciding it was best to do something constructive instead of stay up in her room angry with herself, she made her way down to the sub shop.

"Alex, what are you doing down here?" Her dad asked when he saw her. "Your shift isn't until the dinner rush."

"I know," she said, nodding. "But I'm really bored. I need something to do. Can I just work for a little while?"

"I don't know…"

"You don't have to pay me."

"Okay!" Jerry smiled happily. He loved free work. "Wash your hands and help your mother deliver sandwiches."

Alex did as she was told, taking her time to make sure she got her hands extra clean. Jerry handed her sandwich basket as soon as she'd dried her hands.

"This goes to table three," he said.

Alex brought the basket over. Sitting at the table was a guy about her age. He'd been in here a couple of times before.

"Can I get you anything else?" Alex asked as she placed his food in front of him.

"How about your phone number?" He leaned his elbows on the table and fixed her with a slightly crooked smile.

Alex raised her eyebrows with him. She could tell he was cute. He had shining blue eyes and short black hair. She was sure any other girl would have been extremely flattered, but Alex just wasn't attracted to him. And plus, his forwardness was not something she found to be a good quality. He knew nothing about her, after all. So, the only quality he seemed to care about was looks. Besides, what kind of loser goes to a sub shop by himself on a Saturday afternoon, not even during a specific meal time, just to hit on a girl?

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't think that's on the menu," she said before turning and walking away.

When she passed by the register, her mother grabbed her arm. "He was cute, Alex. Was he flirting with you?"

"Gay, Mom!" Alex frowned, pointing to herself. "Remember?"

Her mother's smile dropped. "Oh, that's right. I forgot."

Alex sighed and rolled her eyes. She placed her elbows on the counter, leaning her chin on her hands. There were only three people in the restaurant at the moment−Creeper (as Alex thought he should be called), and an elderly couple that came in every Saturday at the same time.

She could see that Creeper was eating extremely slow, but taking huge gulps of his drink. After only a minute or two, he needed a refill. He raised his empty glass and smiled at her expectantly.

She groaned. "Do you remember what he was drinking?" she asked her mother, nodding in the weirdo's general direction.

Her mother glanced up at him briefly from her romance novel she was reading to pass the time during the slow business hour. "Root beer."

Alex grabbed the pitcher of root beer and went over to him.

"So, you got a name?" He smiled at her again as she refilled his drink.

"Doesn't everyone?" she asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure. Mine's Gabe," he said. "What's yours?"

She sighed heavily through her nose. Couldn't he take a hint? "It's Alex."

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Alex." He held out his hand, Alex assumed for her to shake.

"Uh huh," was all Alex said. She didn't bother shaking his hand, just walked away with the pitcher of root beer.

"Alex, that was rude," her mother hissed at her. "I know you're not interested in him, but he's still a customer, and you need to be polite!"

"Sorry, Mom, I'm just not in the mood to be hit on by creeps that won't back off."

"Well, go give him his bill and apologize." She handed a slip of paper to Alex.

"In a minute," Alex said, pocketing the paper. She didn't want to rush back over there too soon. Let him sweat it out a bit. Seeing him sitting there looking dejected made her feel a little bad, but it was for the best. If she'd been nice, he'd have thought he had a chance, which he clearly didn't.

After dodging Gabe's attempts to make eye contact with Alex, she finally walked over to him, took the sales slip from her pocket, and placed it on the table in front of him. His hand reached for it before she could take hers away. His fingers brushed with hers, too rough for her liking.

She looked up from the slip on the paper to his face, their eyes meeting.

"Thank you," he said gently, like she'd given him a great gift or something.

"Uh, you're welcome?" Alex pulled her hand away quickly.

"Look, Alex, I'm sorry if I was coming on too strongly before," he started. "It's just…I come in here all the time, and I see you, and you're so pretty. I thought if I came in when no one else was here, it might be easier to talk to you. But I suck at talking to girls, and end up coming off as a jerk, if I can get the courage to say anything at all. I have little confidence, and then when I try to pretend like I do, I act like I have too much," he rambled, then stopped to take a breath. "I just wanted you to give me a chance, but I guess I blew it, huh?"

Alex sighed and sat down in the booth seat across from him. "Gabe, I'm sorry. You're right, you seemed like a jerk before, but now you seem like a pretty decent guy. But, don't take this the wrong way, you're just not my type." She offered him a small smile. She really did feel bad for the guy. Heck, if she'd have been straight, she probably would have liked him. "All I could really offer you is friendship, but I'd have to get to know you first even for that. Okay?"

"Okay." He nodded solemnly.

"And who knows, if you keep coming in here and don't try to hit on me, maybe some day you'll get my phone number." She smirked.

"Looking forward to it." He smiled at her hopefully.

As Alex was slipping out of the booth to get back to work, the bell above the door rang, signaling that someone had come in. Alex's eyes shifted to the entrance way. Her heart nearly stopped when her gaze landed on Mitchie. They both stared at each other, surprised to see one another. Alex hadn't expected Mitchie to be here at all, and Mitchie hadn't expected Alex to be the first thing she saw when she opened the door.

"Hey," Mitchie said softly.

"How'd you know where I lived?" Alex asked, remembering that Mitchie had never been to her residence before.

"Phone book," Mitchie answered simply. "And my phone has a GPS." She held up her phone, its screen lit up with the map still on it. "Can we talk?"

"Sure. Come with me," Alex said. She turned and walked over to the stairs, completely forgetting about Gabe.

"Alex?" Theresa asked when she saw Alex was about to go upstairs with a girl she'd never seen before. "You're working. Where do you think you're going?"

"Upstairs to my room," Alex said. "I was only working because I was bored. I wasn't getting paid. And plus, it's not like you need me right now anyway. This place is dead."

Theresa looked around, realizing that her daughter was right. The elderly couple had left, and the only person still there was poor, forgotten, rejected Gabe.

"Well, who's this?" she asked, gesturing towards Mitchie.

"Mitchie," Alex said. "Bye." She turned to Mitchie and grabbed her wrist. "Let's go," she said, and started pulling the other girl up the stairs.

Theresa tried to say something to Mitchie about how it was nice to meet her, but Alex already had her halfway up the stairs. Soon, they'd disappeared from sight completely.

"Where'd Alex go?" Jerry asked, poking his head out the window of the kitchen.

"She has a friend over." Theresa smiled. "Mitchie."

Both of her parents were very pleased about this. They knew Mitchie had been a wonderful influence on their daughter so far. As far as they were concerned, the more time Alex spent with Mitchie, the better.

As soon as they got to Alex's room, she started pacing. Normally, Mitchie would have liked to look around and inspect everything, but she didn't really get the chance. Instead, she just sat on Alex's bed and watched Alex pace nervously in front of her, glancing every now and then at certain items in the room. It was much nicer than her own, and a whole lot bigger.

"So, you came to my apartment to talk to me," Mitchie said, making Alex stop. "Let's talk."

"I'm trying to get my thoughts together," Alex said, resuming pacing.

"Okay," Mitchie said patiently. She could tell this was big.

"A few weeks ago, you told me a pretty big secret," Alex said.

"Right." Mitchie nodded, watching Alex go back and forth. Mitchie wouldn't have been surprised if her black boots started making a rut in the floor.

"Well, I have a few secrets of my own." Alex stopped pacing long enough to catch Mitchie's eye. "And I don't feel right keeping a particularly big one from you."

"Okay," Mitchie said, her heart thudding in her chest. She always got excited when she heard other people's secrets. It made her slightly nervous, but also happy. She'd loved hearing Shane's secrets over the summer, loved being trusted enough to keep them. It felt way more special to her that she was about to hear Alex's, though.

"Before I tell you, you have to understand that I'm scared to tell you this." Alex bit her lip, quickly releasing it after. "I don't want this to affect our friendship. After you know, I'm still going to be the same person I was before, you're just going to know a little bit more about me."

"Alex, no matter what you tell me, I won't look at you any differently," Mitchie said honestly. "After all, I don't exactly have room to judge. Besides, I'm not that kind of person."

Alex nodded slowly, taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. Just spit it out, Russo.

"I'm a lesbian," she said quickly before she could change her mind.

Mitchie blinked a few times, processing the information. "Okay," she said calmly.

"Okay?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, okay." Mitchie nodded. "You're still Alex. It's no big deal. I wasn't exactly expecting that, but I can deal with it."

Actually, Mitchie could more than deal with it. She accepted it fully. In fact, it helped put a lot of things in perspective. For one thing, she now knew all those times she thought Alex was flirting with her, she probably had been. She wasn't crazy, after all. And all these feelings of closeness weren't just her brain making them up.

"Well…Good, then," Alex said, not really knowing what else to say; she'd expected more of a reaction than that. She sat beside Mitchie on the bed. "You're really fine?"

Mitchie nodded. "Yes. It hasn't changed my view of you at all."

"Alright." Alex smiled happily and kicked her boots off, getting comfortable. "And just so you know, the other night when we slept like…Well, you know." Both girls blushed as Alex continued, "That was completely friendly. I have no intention of jeopardizing our friendship in any way. I would never do that, never go there. I know the lines, I know not to cross them. You have nothing to worry about."

Inside her, Mitchie's confused heart ached slightly. "I wasn't worried," she said softly, tearing her eyes from Alex's and looking at the floor. It was then that she noticed a slender black stick poking out of Alex's boot. She picked it up curiously. "What's this?" she asked, holding it up.

Alex's eyes went to the size of basketballs when she saw that Mitchie was holding her wand. "Oh, nothing. Just a toy."

"Is this a wand?" Mitchie asked, examining it. "Like one of those fake Harry Potter ones they sell?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Harry Potter. Right." She smirked. If only she knew that Harry Potter was real.

"I didn't know you were into those books," Mitchie said, turning over the wand in her hand.

"I'm not, I just like the movies," Alex said. Actually, she thought the movies were funny. Sure, they were based off true events, but the spells were all made up. Avada Kedavra? Really? Come on, now. "I don't read."

"Maybe you should," Mitchie commented, waving the wand. "You might like it."

"Or maybe I wouldn't," Alex said. "Alright, I'll take that back now." She grabbed for the wand, Mitchie even knowing it existed making her nervous. One bad thing about being an inexperienced wizard, though, is that you don't know how to control your emotions very well. Alex's new wand was a little more powerful than her last. This one connected with her more, was able to pick up on her emotions. When she grabbed it, her nervousness triggered something. Sparks flew from the tip.

Mitchie screamed, jumping backwards. She scooted herself to the other side of the bed, staring at it wide-eyed. "What the hell was that?" She still only used not-so-nice words when she was distressed, much like at that moment.

"It's a really advanced, expensive toy wand," Alex said quickly. "Neat, huh?"

"Alex, toys don't do that!" Mitchie shook her head. "What is that thing?"

Alex racked her brain, trying to come up with a good enough lie. Finally, she muttered, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"What, are you going to tell me that that's a real wand and you're a witch?" Mitchie asked sarcastically. She was scared to death. Sticks weren't supposed to spark like that, after all.

"Actually, girls go by wizards, too," Alex said softly.

"What?" Mitchie asked slowly, not sure she'd heard Alex right.

"My family…We're wizards. Me, Justin, and Max." Alex looked at Mitchie.

"Tell me you're joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Mitchie bit down on her lip, shaking her head. "This is insane," she said.

"Mitchie, I know it's a little weird−"

"Weird?" She cut Alex off. "Alex, you're freaking me out! Gay I can handle, but magic, spells, wizards? It's too much."

"It may take some time to adjust to the idea," Alex said. "Harper still flips out sometimes."

"I…I just…I can't deal with this right now, Alex." Mitchie stood up. "It's too weird."

"Mitchie…" Alex stood up as well. Her heart was in her throat. She felt panicky. She'd expected her to react this way to the topic of her sexuality. She'd never dreamed she'd have to tell her she was a wizard. And she didn't think it would happen like this if she ever ended up revealing that secret.

"I'll see you later," Mitchie said quickly, rushing out the room.

Alex groaned and threw herself back on the bed. She stared at her ceiling for a few minutes, seething. That wasn't supposed to happen. She just wanted to tell her that she was gay, not that she was a wizard. Now she was just in a big mess.

She sat up abruptly. No. This conversation wasn't over. Mitchie said that no matter what, she wouldn't look at her differently. And Alex was going to hold her to that.

Grabbing her wand again, Alex twirled it around. Her room faded away and soon she was in the alleyway beside the sub shop. She stepped out into the light of day and looked down the street, ready to run after Mitchie. She didn't have to look far, though. A familiar figure was sitting on a bench only a few feet away.

Alex approached slowly. "Hey," she said softly. Mitchie jumped at the sound of her voice. Alex held her hands up. "Whoa. I come in peace." She gestured to the bench. "May I sit?"

"It's a free country," Mitchie muttered.

Alex sat beside her. "What happened to 'no matter what you tell me, I won't look at you differently'? Huh?" she asked a bit angrily. Mitchie had really hurt her feelings.

"I didn't expect you to tell me that you weren't human!" Mitchie looked at her, slightly fearful.

"I am human!" Alex protested. "I'm just magical. And I'm probably going to lose my powers soon anyway."

"Why?" Mitchie asked, barely looking at Alex.

"Because there can only be one wizard in the family," she said. "My dad's brother is his family's, so my dad lost his powers. When Max turns eighteen, my brothers and I have to compete to see who gets to keep ours. Justin's going to win because…Well, because he's Justin, and Max is an idiot, and now that I've told two people, I have no chance."

"Why did you tell me?"

"It was an accident, remember?" Alex looked at her shoes.

"Would you ever have told me on your own?"

Alex shook her head. "Probably not."

Mitchie looked at her. "Why not?"

"Because I was scared of how you'd react. And for good reason, obviously."

Mitchie shook her head, slightly angry. She stood and looked down at Alex. "Why are you even doing this?"

"Doing what?" She looked up at Mitchie.

"This. Coming after me."

"Because I care about you!" Alex said, her eyes boring into Mitchie's. "I don't want to lose you as a friend for something as stupid as this. Because this really is stupid, Mitchie. So I'm a wizard. Big deal. I'm still Alex. I'm still the same girl I was ten minutes ago."

Mitchie's anger subsided. She knew Alex was right.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, sitting back down beside her friend. "I just got scared. I mean, this is big, out of this world big. I'm having trouble processing. Until today, I didn't think wizards existed. And now not only do they exist, but my friend is one? My mind is reeling."

"I know, it's a lot to take in." Alex reached out and tucked a strand of Mitchie's hair behind her ear absentmindedly. She breathed a sigh of relief when Mitchie didn't flinch away. "But you can't tell anyone, Mitch. Mortals aren't supposed to know about us. If the government would find out, they'd come over here and do experiments on us. And if that didn't happen, the wizard government could still find out. And then, they could take our powers away forever. Or maybe even hurt us, or you." She gulped. "Mitchie, if anything ever happened to you because of me, I'd never forgive myself. You can tell the whole world I'm gay, I really don't care about that. But the wizard thing, that's dangerous to know, which is why I didn't want to tell you. So please, whatever you do, don't tell a soul."

"Okay, Alex," she said quietly. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Thank you." Alex reached her arms around Mitchie, pulling her into a hug.

Mitchie buried her face in Alex's shoulder, overwhelmed with all the knowledge she'd acquired about her friend, as she slipped her arms around Alex's midsection. They embraced for a long time, both enjoying the closeness, but not daring to admit it to the other. When they finally pulled away, Alex placed a gentle kiss on Mitchie's forehead.

"Love you, Mitch," she said.

"Love you too, Lex," Mitchie said, using a new nickname for Alex for the first time.

Mitchie was glad she knew both of Alex's secrets now. Sure, the second one had scared her at first, but she could feel herself adjusting. And it was good feeling trusted with it. She had no desire to tell anyone. Just like Alex couldn't stand the thought of Mitchie being hurt because of her, she couldn't stand the thought of Alex being harmed because she couldn't keep her mouth shut.

One secret in particular, though, she felt she did need to tell to someone. Alex was gay. Alex liked girls. Mitchie's world was flipped upside down. Alex, the girl she'd been having confusing feelings about, was in the same boat as her. It made her head swim. What did it mean? Did it mean anything? Should it? It was all so uncertain. But one thing was for sure:

She needed to talk to Caitlyn.

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