Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place, sadly.

Author's note: Juliet and Alex's relationship moves a little quickly in this story. I tried to make it parallel with the love story of Romeo and Juliet as the writers of WoWP did with Justin and Juliet's relationship. With that, I hope you enjoy it, and please review!

Juliet's Diary/thoughts

They say home is where the heart is, but what if your heart doesn't beat? For that matter, what if it does? Its not like you can just take your heart out and set it somewhere, right? Maybe I take things too literally.

Subshop's Patron POV

The Russo family members were spread around their restaurant. Alex was sitting in a booth, staring vacantly ahead. Max was attempting to make an appetizing sandwich while his father rushed around the kitchen to fill orders. Mrs. Russo practically ran between tables and booths, taking orders and delivering food as quickly as possible. Justin struggled to wheel his robot creation out of the lair and around his frantic parents and the placid customers.

"Alex! Can I get a hand, here? The sub station is full and Justin can't work his shift because of some-"

"It's a robotics convention, Mom," Justin finished for her.

"Right, sweetie," Mrs. Russo said and shook her head slightly. "Why couldn't he have continued his piano lessons like a normal boy his age?" she muttered and turned to clean off the counter, almost bumping into her youngest son in the process.

"Anybody want to try my sandwich? It has pineapple, brussel sprouts, salami, bacon, peanut butter, guacamole, mustard, and thousand island dressing. Pretty tasty!" Max said triumphantly, walking out of the kitchen with his sandwich. His family stared at him incredulously.

"Who makes a sandwich with brussel sprouts?" Alex asked rhetorically.

"You used my guacamole?!" Mrs. Russo asked and shook her head.

"Did you use my special mustard?" Mr. Russo asked while pointing an accusing finger at his son and respective sandwich.

"Where did you find pineapple?" Justin asked with a confused look on his face.

"Okay, okay. You can all have some, just form a line," Max said, clearly missing the point of everyone's questions.

"Alex, we could really use the help around here," said Mr. Russo, giving up on talking to his son and turning to his daughter instead. Alex started to protest.

"But, Dad! I-"

"No 'but's', young lady."

"But!" Alex continued.

"Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Russo in his usual fashion.

"Fine," Alex said through her scowl.

"Good. Table six needs refills for their drinks." He handed Alex her apron. "Knock yourself out," he said and turned to talk to Justin who was standing behind the counter.

"Thanks, Dad," Justin said. "You know, I wish she'd take things more literally." Mr. Russo nodded thoughtfully as he watched his daughter work.