Rebel Russo Reprise
(Woah, that's a tongue twister!)
By Cherry Blossom Chai/ Diamond Peonies

Summary

We all know Alex Russo is a natural rebel, but she has always been a rebel within the bounds of her moral compass and her family's vision for her. What would happen if Alex fell completely off the deep end? Well you're about to find out, please do enjoy The Rebel Russo reprise…

Rolling Stone

It was just another day in the Russo residence. Justin was in his room tinkering with his action figure collection, Max trying to feed a pigeon that landed on his windowsill pizza, Theresa and Jerry were on the couch watching the latest match between their favorite wrestlers and Alex Russo was locked away in her room crying her eyes out for the umpteenth time that day. Things had changed immensely since Mason wondered off into the woods that day in Transylvania with no promise of returning and Alex could barely stand it. Her new pastimes now consisted of mutter sweet nothings to her photos of her once werewolf boyfriend, wallowing in her immense self pity, and when she did leave her house alcohol and drugs were on her agenda.

A few hours into the daily routine Alex's phone went off in a flash of lights and a gentle humming. The screen lit up and stung her pretty brown eyes that had been so accustomed to the dark of her room. The screen read:

Dean Moriarty

Hey, Russo! I'm back in town. Want to catch up?

The text message sent Alex's heart lurching as she reread it over and over again. Dean… she thought solely. She'd almost complete forgotten about him being that he'd been gone for two years, but now that she thought about it she never really did get over the slick haired greaser. For the first time in a long time Alex felt a spark of excitement and decided to text him back.

Alex Russo

Yeah, I'd love to. Pick me up at eight, there's a party going on in Hell's Kitchen. Sound good?

As soon as Dean sent her the okay Alex tore through her closet for something decent to wear and came out with a tight fitting little silver dress she'd bought at Suburban Outfitters at one of their crazy ten minute sales that still had the tag on it.

"Perfect." She said in satisfaction as she quickly ran in the bathroom to shower and follow through with her other pre-date routines. She was almost ready when she looked in the mirror and cringed at the absolute disaster her hair was.

"Eugh, Badhairdayus Dissapearus."Alex chanted with a flick of her wand and her hair fell in perfect bohemian waves. With that Alex collected her purse and shoes and made her way to the front door but she was stopped by Theresa and Jerry.

"Where are you going sweetheart?" Theresa asked as Alex thought it over for a second and decided that she rather not share her plans with them.

"I'm hanging out with Harper; we're going to a new restaurant down the street to grab a bite eat." Alex lied naturally.

"Great, I am glad to see you and Harper hanging out again. She's missed you, you know." Theresa remarked as Alex smiled uneasily, she knew that she had been being a bad friend lately but the things she were getting caught up in were nothing that would interest Harper, and she preferred nothing more than to fly solo after she'd lost Mason those months back.

"Don't you think that dress is a little too short?" Jerry asked as he eyed his daughter protectively.

"Jerry, leave the girl alone. She's seventeen."

"Exactly!" Jerry exclaimed as Theresa rolled her eyes.

"Well sweetheart, have fun. But don't forget your curfew." Theresa said with a smile as the girl scurried at the door in a blur of long chocolate brown hair and glistening silver. When Alex gets to the front of her building she sees Dean waiting for her in a souped up 1990 convertible matte black mustang. Her heart was fluttering now as she approached the vehicle and sat down beside him.

"You look amazing, long time no see." Dean said as he kissed the girl on the cheek.

"Hey." She started awkwardly at first.

"Nice ride, how'd you get it?" She inquired at last as Dean wore a proud smile on his face.

"Well my auto body business has been doing well so I had a little money on the side to buy her." Dean said as he rubbed the dashboard, Alex couldn't help but giggle at Dean's intimacy with the vehicle. He'd always had a passion for cars and this was of no surprise to her.

"You call it her? Don't tell me she has a name too." She asked with a smirk playing on her lips.

"Yeah actually she does…" Dean starts with a crooked grin.

"Oh really now, what is it? Something corny and cliché like Betsy?"

"Actually, her name is Alex. Not cliché but corny I guess." He says with a sweet smile. Alex covers her face in embarrassment as he says this.

"You're a complete cornball, you know that?" She laughs as she hands him the address to the house party in Hell's Kitchen and Dean steps on the gas pedal sending them on their way.