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A/N:- I am sorry in advance for any spelling or grammer mistakes. All stories I have of straight pairings, are not beta'd. Meaning there is a possibility of mistakes but faster updates. If Alex or Justin seem out of character in this, well it's my story and I can make the characters do as I please. Therefore, any out of character moments are intended for me to make this story work. I hope you like it though.

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Love is Complicated When You're a Russo

Her bedside clock read 02:03 am but Alex, who should of been sleeping, was currently sat on the window seat in her room, tears falling freely from her eyes. Her legs were pulled tight up against her chest, her arms wrapped around them, hugging them. She stared blankly out the window, towards the sky of New York. Though she could hardly see through her already blurred eyesight, as sobs began to escape.

She began to cry really hard. Over the last three years, she cried every night, but never this hard. She was always cautious, never wanting to wake anyone and have to face questions as to why Alex Russo, of all people, was crying. The Alex Russo who was always bright bubbly, carefree and a trouble maker. But right now she really could care less. She was hurting, she needed to let it all out.

Alex didn't hear the knock on the door. Still staring out the window, she was not aware of her bedroom door opening as someone walked in and closed it behind them. She jumped when she felt a hand on her arm. She wiped the tears from her eyes, as she looked at them, wanting to hide her tears even though she had been caught already.

"Alex, what's wrong?" The person asked, concern in their voice. They moved to get a tissue off her bedside before going back to her and started wiping her eyes for her. Realising Alex was still quiet, they pulled her into their arms, slightly surprised when she hugged them back tightly, which even was even surprising Alex herself. "Alex, tell me what's wrong? Please. I'm worried about you." They pulled back and stared into her eyes, trying to show how much they cared and were concern.

Alex, who only just about heard the question, sighed. She knew she couldn't tell them.

"I... I can't. I just can't," she mumbled, fresh tears falling from her eyes. Pride be damned she thought at this moment. The person shed a single tear.

"Please Alex, just tell me. I'm worried about you. I want to help you. I can't help you if you won't let me."

"Just leave me alone," she said staring at them, wiping away fresh tears. "You of all people can't help me. Just drop it."

"Alex, please." Alex then snapped, which did surprise her.

"Fine! I'm in love with you Justin!" She screamed, standing up. "Tell me exactly how you can help me now?" She asked rhetorically. She took one look at a baffled Justin before grabbing her jacket and shoes and stormed out of her bedroom. She managed to put her shoes and jacket on before leaving the apartment and headed out onto the streets of New York...

Alex had walked for a few hours before realizing she had reached Central Park. She decided to head into the park and head towards the water fountain. She sat on the edge and ran her hand through the water. Sitting there, her hand running through the water, she realized she didn't know what to do now. She had just told Justin she was in love with him. Her brother Justin! He's one for the rules Alex! He's only just going to tell you you're a freak and shouldn't love him like that she thought, as she started to cry again.

Why? Why did I just blurt that out? I hid it for three years. I surely could have kept my mouth shut for another two years until I could of left home and never gone back! I wasn't even going to act on it but no I just had to fall for his sad eyes and him being all sweet and caring for me to just loose it didn't I! She thought, belittling herself. Alex just knew she couldn't face him ever again but she was only 17, still in high school and she had no money so she couldn't just leave home and move out. All she could do was ignore him now.

Her tears were once again falling more freely now and she didn't even care to wipe them away. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she let her tears fall freely onto the navy sweatpants she was wearing.

It was around 9am the following morning that Alex finally decided to go home, seeing as she had fallen asleep beside the fountain and had just woken up. Thankfully she hadn't fell into the fountain and gotten wet. She made her way up to the apartment above the sub shop and walked into the living room. Seeing Justin sitting on the sofa, she quickly adverted her eyes, shut the door and made to move towards the stairs to avoid him.

"Alex!" Justin said as he quickly jumped up and blocked her attempt, grabbling her hand. "Oh Alex, we've been so worried about you. Mom, dad, Max and Harper are out looking for you. I tired following you but I could find you," he rushed out, trying to pull her into a hug. Alex just yanked her hand away from Justin, pushed him away and quickly ran up the stairs. She made it up to her room, locking herself inside and began to ignore Justin banging on her door and calling her through it.

She sighed and pressed play on her iPod, which was sitting in its dock on her dresser. Music started to play through the speakers. Alex turned the sound up, so it blocked out Justin banging on her door and his voice. She started tossing up onto whether to cry more, take a shower or paint, eventually deciding to paint. She stripped off her clothes and tossed them into her hamper, before pulling on a old t-shirt with paint stains and a pair of denim overalls, also covered in paint. She started attacking the canvas with paint, unknowingly starting to paint a portrait of her being a damsel in distress with Justin being her knight in shining armor...

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