*Hey, this is my First Wizard of Waverly Place story. I'm a Jalex shipped. But I make it so it's not incest. Just to let you know. I'm gonna throw something in this story to make it legal. Lol. Anyway this is my first chappie. Hope you like. No flames please!*

What Hurts The Most?

"What hurts the most: saying something and wishing you hadn't, or saying nothing and wishing you had?" Alex is in love with Justin, and Justin is in love with Alex. What will their family think? Certainly not what you'd expect!

Chapter One:

All I'm Gonna Say.

"What hurts the most: saying something and wishing you hadn't, or saying nothing and wishing you had?"

"Alex. I…I've got a problem…" I looked up from my journal to see Justin leaning on the frame of my doorway. I quickly closed my journal and looked up at him.

"Okay… and you want me to?" I replied. My eyes ran down his body. I had been harboring this huge, almost suffocating crush on Justin for almost a year now. Well, I wouldn't call it a crush; because…lets face it…I was hopelessly in love with him. I was almost 17. The wizard competition was only days away. This was so not good.

"I want you to listen. And not hate me. And not disown me. And…well, If I'm being honest…I want you to feel the same. But, I don't think there is the slightest chance that will happen. I'd be somewhat content if I only got the first three." He answered, softly as he wondered into my room.

"Okay. You've got my attention." I opened my bedside draw and threw my pencil and wand in there. I would lock it once Justin left the room.

He sighed and sat on the edge of my bed. I couldn't help but wish things were different. That I was his girlfriend and not his sister.

"Umm… before you yell at me, can you hear me out? Let me finish before you start in on me." He started and when I nodded, slowly and cautiously, he continued.

"Umm… I sort of have this problem where I um… accidentally…um…fell in love with this really…beautiful, smart, witty, insightful, talented, and lovely girl." He hesitated and then looked at me, gauging my reaction.

I took an immediate hit. Justin, the guy who I happened to be in love with, coming to me for help getting a girl he loves. I'm starting to think Justin was right with all that karma crap. This sucks.

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, inhaled, and responded, "Ok. What's the problem? She got a boyfriend?" I couldn't help but wince. Who would reject Justin? He's so sweet, perfect, selfless, smart…everything I wasn't.

"Well, no. At least I don't think so… Does she?" he asked me, fearfully looking up at me.

"I'm not a mind reader, Justin. Who's the girl? I tell you if I know if she's got a guy or not."

"That's just it. I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because… I don't want you to um… You know what? Never mind. I'll figure it out." He stammered as he started to get up.

"No!" I responded quickly as I reached out and grabbed his wrist. I felt electricity shoot up my arm. I almost let go when I jumped. But I didn't. And I felt Justin Jump too.

"Did you feel that?" I asked his quietly, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

"Yeah." He sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. He stared down at my hand holding his wrist.

"Who is she?" I asked him, trying to let it not be known that I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.

"You have to promise that you won't hate me."

"I promise." I whispered.

"You. Alex. It's you." He diverted his eyes as I felt my heart flutter. I didn't just hear what I thought I heard, did I?

I blinked and looked up at him, as I stood up and moved in front of him at the foot of my bed?

"Me?" I squeaked. I hated that he had flustered me, but couldn't believe it. Justin Russo, Mr. Perfect, smart, selfish, and everything I'm not, liked me!

He stared at his feet as he shuffled them back and fourth. His cheeks were tinted pink and I couldn't breathe. "Yeah," he muttered.

"You like me?" I asked in a whisper as I inched closer.

"If I just liked you, I wouldn't have such a huge problem. I'm in love with you, Alex." He told me seriously, his dark eyes meeting mine.

I blinked again. "No."

"What?"

"No. She doesn't have a boyfriend." I specified.

He looked at me strangely. "I just told you, my sister, that I am in love with you. And that's all you're going to say."

I felt a crooked smile appear on my lips. "Yeah that's all I'm gonna say." And with that, I reached up on tiptoes, and pressed my lips to Justin's.