A/N: This is a Jalex story, but it's in a alternate universe, and Justin and Alex are not related. This is my first story, so it's not prefect, but I will do my best to write a good story. Criticism is appreciated, hate is not. Also, it would mean a lot if you would please review. Enjoy!
It was a Wednesday night as Justin Moriarty walked back to his apartment building. Making his way slowly down the streets of New York, Justin took in all the craziness that surrounded him.
The streets were filled with cars, and their blaring horns. People covering the sidewalk corners, yelled and whistled as they signaled for a cab. Smoke coming from the manhole covers, rose from the ground, and into the dark sky. And the massive buildings that concealed the sun during the day, lit up the streets at night.
This was his favorite time of the day, because he felt it was the only time of day he could escape the pressures in his life. And for some odd reason, all these things always seemed to clam Justin. He never really understood why, but it cleared his head and made him fell at peace.
Finally making his way to Waverly Place, Justin walked into the large eight story building. Passing by some of his neighbors, Justin smiled and waved as he made his way to the wide, blood red staircase. Taking three steps at a time, Justin jogged up to the second floor, and went down the left hallway, that led to his family's apartment. But, before making his way to the door someone called his name.
"Justin?" he heard a familiar voice say. Turning around, he looked at the women, "Oh, hi Mrs. Russo!" he said in a cheerful voice.
"Hello Justin, I haven't seen you in a while, how are you doing?" Theresa asked, as she set down the trash bags she had been holding. Making his way closer to Theresa, Justin replied, "I've been good, just really busy with school and work, but I am sure my mom probably already told you that."
"Yeah, she told me that you were going to be out of a job for a while, what happened to the comic book store?" she asked curiously. "The owner decided to renovate the store, he never really told us why, but we closed the store down about a week ago. I was actually just there helping them move some boxes out." Justin explained.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but it's a good thing I ran into. Jerry and I actually need some help at the Subshop, and we were wondering if you would like to take the job." she suggested. "That would be great, I would love to. Thank you so much Mrs. Russo!" he exclaimed happily.
Theresa slightly laughed, "You're welcome, and Justin, you can call me Theresa. I've known you since the day you were born, there is no need to be so formal."
"Sorry, but anyways, when would you like me to start?" Justin asked calmly. "Monday around five o'clock would be great." she said glancing at her watch. " I'll be there, and do you need any help with those?" Justin said pointing to the black garbage bags at her feet.
"I think I'll be alright, but you have a good night, okay, and tell your mom I said hi." Nodding his head, he replied, "You got it."