It was a very hot summer day on June 30th, 2011. Nineteen-year-old Alex Russo was laying on the couch in the living room of her family's house, feet propped up comfortably on the other end of the furniture at the armrest. She had a book in her hand, relaxingly reading a book spun off about Alice in Wonderland. She normally hated to read, but ever since she first watched Alice in Wonderland back in the early 90's when she was a little girl, she was enamored with the old story and anything relating to it. She even started listening to Alice in Chains just because the band had "Alice" in its name. Eventually, her quiet, peaceful solitude was interrupted by her older twenty-one-year-old brother, Justin, coming up the stairs to meet her eyes with his.
"Wow, you're actually reading?" he somewhat teasingly asked, but was very much intrigued at the same time. Alex just glared at him, very much annoyed, with her narrowed eyes drilling holes through her eldest brother.
"It's related to Alice in Wonderland, douche bag," she spat at him. Justin chuckled and headed towards the other way of the room.
"Right, should have known," he responded, already far away enough from his younger sister to where his voice sounded like an echo. Alex upsettingly rolled her eyes, but nevertheless continued to her book. She hated it when people didn't take her as an "intelligent" person, and Justin was the worst at it. She wasn't going to let it get to her personal enjoyment, though. Soon enough Justin was gone from the floor of the apartment, and sure enough in came her other sibling, her younger brother Max at the age of sixteen. He was a lot easier on his sister than his brother was, though.
"Hey 'Lexi, what'cha doing?" he innocently asked, not bothering to ask permission to sit on the couch with her as he lifted her ankles up so that he could sit down, laying them back over him. Alex was used to his attitude by now of course, not minding the harmless nickname he picked out for her. She kind of thought it was sweet, but it was one of those thoughts that she preferred to keep to herself.
"Reading a book, twerp. What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked, not bothering to take her eyes off of her almost finished book, but had a playful smirk on her face in case Max turned his eyes to her to show that she was playing around.
"Oh, right…" he said, feeling pretty dumbfounded.
"Isn't it your turn to help out with the shop downstairs with Mom and Dad?" Alex asked as she suddenly remembered, this time looking up at her younger brother. Max just shrugged, randomly massaging his sister's ankles.
"It got pretty boring… I mean, I would have stayed, but this cute girl came in and-"
"It made you feel lonely and you asked Mom or Dad if you could get off early?" Alex interrupted. She knew all too well of her younger brother's problems with girls just by observing over the past few years after he hit puberty.
"…Yeah," was all he could muster to say, looking to his left away from his sister somewhat in embarrassment, his hands still rested on her ankles. Alex couldn't help but to feel sorry for him. Even their nerdy brother Justin had better luck with the girls than Max.
"We've got to help you get enough confidence to ask a girl out instead of running away every time and feeling miserable like this," she told him. She didn't normally show much concern to her brother's non-too-serious problems, but she had a soft spot for Max's dilemma in this case.
"I don't know Alex, I'm not exactly popular or one of the beautiful people like you or Justin," he depressingly said softly, eyeing down. Alex chuckled and raised an eyebrow.
"Justin? One of the beautiful people?" she chucked again before letting out a tiny giggle. Max blushed hearing her giggle.
"Well, the girl's seem to like him a lot more than me, and don't get me started on you and the boys…"
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" she asked him, closing her book. She felt kind of offended as if Max had just called her easy. "And Justin only gets girls because he actually talks to them." Max paled a bit, getting that his sister took what he said the way he didn't intend for her to.
"I didn't mean it like that, 'Lexi," he said, looking at her genuinely with a sorrowful expression. Alex smiled at him reassuringly, which was rare of her, and just ran her hand through his hair a couple times.
"It's fine. So come on, get your shoes on and come with me," she told him as she swung her legs off of him, slipping her feet into her punk-rock black and pink boots with a skull design on the side. Max bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"To the mall, duh; big sis is going to help you get a date."