Alex is your brother's best friend. You don't really understand how the two are friends, they have very little in common, opposites attract, you suppose. Since the tragic murder of his parents, he's almost become part of your family.

He is at your house on thanksgivings, Christmases, he's here on his birthday, your brothers birthday, even your father's. He's never taken an interest in you. He's always looked at you as Josh's little sister.

Your brother has just left to go do some field training somewhere in South America. While he's gone, Alex has moved into his old house, right across the road from yours. You're now ex boyfriend, is crazy obsessed with you and Josh has asked Alex to keep an eye on you.

You aren't impressed by the idea at first. You're too old for a babysitter. But regardless, you were raised to be a polite young girl, so you decide to bake him some cookies as a welcome gift. You knock on his door, a tray of red velvet cookies in your hands. He opens the door, his hair is damp, he's only in grey sweatpants and a towel is around his neck. Holy hotness.

"Hi, Alex, I baked you some cookies." You smile politely. He glares down at you. "Why?" Is what he comes up with.