Okay so apparently I just can't not write sequels and threequels to my stories. It's like, impossible lol. So here's a sequel to Like Magic, for you guys who were begging for one :)
Just so you don't get confused, it takes place three years after Like Magic.
I don't own WOWP or JONAS. Please review :)
I looked in the mirror one more time. It wasn't as if I'd changed much in the past three years, but there was definitely something different. I overheard Mom describe it to Dad as a 'glow'. Whatever it was, it had made its appearance around the same time as Nick came into my life.
I smiled at the thought of my boyfriend as I smoothed down my gray tunic shirt. There was something about him, something that had drawn me even closer to him over the past three years. He made me feel like I could be anything and do anything I wanted, made me feel beautiful no matter what I was wearing. I felt happy—no, not happy; that word wasn't strong enough—I felt completely and utterly content with the world. Yeah, that worked.
Justin had explained to me something about a magical bond we shared. I kinda tuned out halfway through it though when he started rambling about the conflicting laws of science, but I got the idea. There was some mysterious power in the universe that wanted us to be together, and I was more than perfectly fine with that.
The doorbell rang. I grinned and ran downstairs.
"Move Max!" I said, pushing my little brother out of the way. Well, I guess he wasn't so little anymore. At fifteen he had finally hit his growth spurt, now towering a full foot above me.
"Why don't you ever let me get the door?" Max complained. Nope, the little brother was still there.
"Because it's for me," I responded simply before thundering down the stairs.
"It's always for you," Max muttered.
Once I reached the door, I flung it open to find Nick standing there, a single burgundy rose in his hand.
"Hey," he said softly, smiling. I loved the way one side of his mouth always curved higher than the other.
"Hey yourself," I responded, getting up on my tiptoes to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, the rose lying forgotten on the floor.
"Do you guys mind? I like to actually enjoy my evening newspaper," Justin said from the couch.
"I swear, Justin, sometimes you act just like a ninety-year-old man," I retorted.
"And surprisingly I don't have a problem with that," Justin replied, licking his finger and turning the page.
I shook my head, giving up.
"So, are you ready to go?" Nick asked me.
"More than ever," I said, watching in horror as my brother got out his horn-rimmed reading glasses.
Nick wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me out into the hall. I still hadn't gotten over that tingling feeling every time he touched me, something I was glad for.
The sun was just starting to set as we left Waverly Place. Cresting a hill that looked out onto a park, my breath caught in my throat at the breathtaking sight of a creamy golden sky, tinted at the edges with dusky rose. "Isn't it beautiful? Almost like a—a vanilla twilight," I said.
Nick didn't respond. When I glanced over him, I noticed he was staring at our intertwined hands.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Nick's honey-brown gaze caught mine. "Nothing. I was just thinking."
"How the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly."
I smiled. "You know, those would make good lyrics to a song."
"Yeah, maybe I'll mention it to Kevin and Joe later."
There was that killer smile again. Man, if he only knew what he was doing to my heart. I laced my other hand in his and said, "Look, these fit perfectly too."
Nick squeezed my hands before letting one go and reaching up to trace a finger along my cheekbone. I closed my eyes as he drew me near and kissed my nose before dropping his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his wind-ruffled curls, getting as much out of the moment as I could.
"You know I love you more than anything in the world, right?" Nick asked me in a whisper.
"Mhmm," I murmured, getting lost in the golden pools that were his eyes. "I love you too."
"But I wanted to tell you that I'm not going to stand in the way of your magic," he told me.
In an instant, my beautiful rose-colored world shattered. I pulled away. "What?"
"Alex, your powers are a part of you. I don't want to ruin that."
"You're not ruining anything." My heart was beating unevenly. Was Nick trying to tell me he wanted to break up?
"But the wizard contest is in a week. And if you win…"
"Nick, I'll still love you, no matter what happens."
"I know that. But I could never…"
"Marry me?" I suddenly understood. Rather than losing me to the wizard world, he was letting me go. It must have been a hard decision for him to make.
I took a deep breath, knowing what I had to do. I'd been thinking about it for a while now. "Nick, I'm forfeiting the competition."
Nick's eyebrows rose. "You're not going to participate? Alex, I can't let you do that."
"My mind is made up, Nick. Even if I were to win, I don't think it's possible for me to survive without you. Literally."
"But if there was a possibility you could—"
"I'd still give it up. Look, Nick, having magic's been a lot of fun. But it could never give me what you can." I slipped my hands into his palms, enjoying the soothing warmth they provided.
"Are you even allowed to just not compete?" Nick asked me with a doubtful expression.
"I think so. I don't see why I couldn't."
Nick smiled. "I can't believe it. You're really mine. Forever."
"Yeah, I guess you're stuck with me."
"I think I can live with that." Nick's face was less than an inch away from mine. I easily closed the gap, pressing my lips against his.
The citizens of New York had quite a lot to say about the sudden, unpredicted meteor shower that night on the following day, although I'm pretty sure they would have never guessed it was caused by two teenagers head over heels in love.
Gasp! Another Owl City reference. Sorry guys, couldn't resist. I LOVE Vanilla Twilight :)