fic: Actions and Reactions-Jalex
Title: Actions and Reactions
Fandom: Wizards of Waverly Place
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: None
Pairing: Justin/Alex
Summary: They've always dealt with things differently.
He likes to follow the rules. They make sense and they're there for a reason. They keep him safe and healthy and happy and make him feel good.
He dreams of her every night. He's given up trying to stop.
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She doesn't see the point. If something makes her happy why shouldn’t she do it? It's not like she's hurting anyone else, or anyone that matters anyway. Life's short, and all that other mumbo jumbo. She's going to live it to the fullest.
She likes when they brush against each other; feeling the warmth of his skin through the layers of cloth separating them.
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He takes baths every day, washing each area of the body thoroughly, and enforces his own curfew. His grades are pristine, and his parents are so rarely disappointed in him. He plays the good big brother, the loving devoted son, because he can't stand to face the idea that it's all a lie.
He hates those guys who ask her to their "biology partner," and can't stop the happy flip in his stomach when she still thinks it's all about class.
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She's use to the looks of lived down expectations on her family's faces, and her teachers no longer thinks this year to be better than the last; if anything, they prepare for worse. She's going to do what she wants, it's not like any of it matters anyways.
He's ditched the sweaters and long sleeve button ups for v-neck t-shirts and snug jeans. She stares at him openly, admiring the way the material fits over his defined arms; fingers itching to trace the skin at the open collar.
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He doesn't seek redemption; he won't get it. But he feels better after a good nights study session, or a completed back breaking day at work.
He holds her close and breaths in the smell of her perfume before running up the stairs to finish his note cards. There's no hope for him, and sometimes the guilt eats him alive.
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She doesn't exert herself more than she has to, and she's not going to "be good" unless she gets something out of it. Nothing will change what just is and she can't be saved.
She lets her lips linger on his cheek a little longer than appropriate before heading to bed, but it doesn't matter; she's already going to hell.
Fandom: Wizards of Waverly Place
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: None
Pairing: Justin/Alex
Summary: They've always dealt with things differently.
He likes to follow the rules. They make sense and they're there for a reason. They keep him safe and healthy and happy and make him feel good.
He dreams of her every night. He's given up trying to stop.
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She doesn't see the point. If something makes her happy why shouldn’t she do it? It's not like she's hurting anyone else, or anyone that matters anyway. Life's short, and all that other mumbo jumbo. She's going to live it to the fullest.
She likes when they brush against each other; feeling the warmth of his skin through the layers of cloth separating them.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He takes baths every day, washing each area of the body thoroughly, and enforces his own curfew. His grades are pristine, and his parents are so rarely disappointed in him. He plays the good big brother, the loving devoted son, because he can't stand to face the idea that it's all a lie.
He hates those guys who ask her to their "biology partner," and can't stop the happy flip in his stomach when she still thinks it's all about class.
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She's use to the looks of lived down expectations on her family's faces, and her teachers no longer thinks this year to be better than the last; if anything, they prepare for worse. She's going to do what she wants, it's not like any of it matters anyways.
He's ditched the sweaters and long sleeve button ups for v-neck t-shirts and snug jeans. She stares at him openly, admiring the way the material fits over his defined arms; fingers itching to trace the skin at the open collar.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He doesn't seek redemption; he won't get it. But he feels better after a good nights study session, or a completed back breaking day at work.
He holds her close and breaths in the smell of her perfume before running up the stairs to finish his note cards. There's no hope for him, and sometimes the guilt eats him alive.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She doesn't exert herself more than she has to, and she's not going to "be good" unless she gets something out of it. Nothing will change what just is and she can't be saved.
She lets her lips linger on his cheek a little longer than appropriate before heading to bed, but it doesn't matter; she's already going to hell.