A/N: Now, this is my first fanfiction so be nice to me! Also, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes I`ve made with grammar and such.
Disclaimer: I don`t own any of the mortal instruments characters, the belong to Cassandra Clare of course, and both Spencer`s and Trey belong to Richelle Mead.
Chapter One:
He was almost certain someone was calling his name. His name was Magnus, right? God, it was far too early in the morning. He flipped over to the other side of the bed, out of the sharp morning light streaming in through his window, and groaned something incomprehensible into his pillow.
"What was it you said to me?" Camille arched an eyebrow, indignant.
Magnus lifted his head a few inches of the pillow. "I said; get the fuck out, Camille!"
"There is absolutely no reason to be rude." Camille wrinkled her nose, annoyed. "I was just telling you that school starts in three hours, you might want to start getting ready." She turned around and swiftly left the room.
About two hours, and forty-five minutes later, Camille looked up as Magnus entered the kitchen. "Magnus you look absolutely gorgeous!"
Magus smiled his Cheshire cat grin. "Thank you darling, I know I do!"
He was wearing tight black skinny jeans, a yellow shirt and a blue vest. A deep purple scarf had been thrown artfully around his neck, resting softly on his thin shoulders and falling down to the middle of his back. His hair was set up in a crown of spikes, each spice a different color, yellow, hot pink, purple, green and blue, and then covered in glitter. To match all this amazingness he had chosen both a purple and a blue eye shadow to adorn his, always kohl rimmed eyes.
Sadly, this awesomeness had its price, as he soon discovered.
"Camille." Magnus said while staring into the coffee machine. "Why isn`t there any coffee left?"
"Why, I believe that's because I drank all of it when you were fixing your hair and makeup, and generally being more of a girl than any other girl I know!" Camille smirked
Magnus pointed an accusing finger at her: "You blonde devil! Must I remind you that this is my apartment, and that my magnificent self are very gracefully allowing you to stay here with me and Chairman Meow, the least you could do, would be to save me some of that coffee! How am I to survive the day without coffee, it is the first day of school after all!"
Camille sighted. "Fine, will you forgive me if we drove by that coffee shop you like so much and I'll tell you some of the latest gossip?"
Magnus smiled happily, almost looking like a little child. "Spencer`s? God, I love that place, it`s about a gazillion times better than any Starbucks, and gossip too? You`re spoiling me, please, don`t ever let it stop!"
Camille smiled, relived. She loved Magnus but he could sometimes hold very long grudges for ridiculously small things. It could be quite annoying. She tossed him the keys from the counter. "If we`re getting coffee from Spencer`s we have to leave now, and you are driving."
Camille would never admit it, but she had always envied Magnus his money, even if it had come at a great cost. She knew the bright clothes, the happy smiles and all the parties was mostly a disguise, or possibly, a distraction from the darkness of his past.
Still, she envied him, his apartment, his car and of course, all of his clothes and shoes. Things her family had never had the money to buy her. Right now she focused on the car. Because Magnus was Magnus, the car had a bright, clear blue color, and if you looked closely you could see that a fair share of glitter had been discreetly imbedded into the paint, making it shimmer in the sun. The feeling of the cool black leather seats, and the way it ran so smooth and quiet it felt like it was moving through thin air, almost flying. It was magic. Camille wasn`t normally a great fan of cars, but Magnus` she loved.
They were at Spencer`s in no time and Camille hurried inside, usually Magnus would demand to go inside, because he thought the barista was quite hot, but today, Camille was paying, so she got the pleasure of staring at Trey.
It wasn`t exactly crowded in there, but there were some few people seated around, it would probably be crowded enough soon. She smiled at Trey and placed their order. Magnus always insisted that Trey made the best coffee and Camille had often had to agree, and as a result, they had become more Trey`s customers instead of just Spencer`s.
The coffee was done in no time, and soon she was walking out to the car, trying not to spill any of the scolding hot beverages. Magnus squealed like an exited little girl when she offered him his coffee. She smiled, faintly amused. "Are we happy now, little girl?" Magnus stared dreamily into his coffee. "Happy!" He exclaimed, not even noticing her calling him a little girl.
They drove a few minutes in comfortable silence, drinking their coffee.
"I believe you mentioned something about gossip?" Magnus inquired, suddenly remembering her earlier promises.
"This is strictly confidential, you can`t tell this to anyone, do you understand me?"
Magnus rolled his eyes. "Fine, but then what`s the point of gossip?"
Seeing the look on Camille's face he got curious of why this particular secrets secrecy was so important. "I promise I won`t tell a living soul."
Camille, seemingly content with this started speaking.
"You know the Lightwoods? Apparently it`s not just the two of them, before they came here there were four of them, Isabelle and Jace of course, but then there was Alec and Max." She paused, hesitant of spilling this secret. "I told Izzy I wouldn`t tell anyone."
"Camille, you know you can trust me, now please tell me, what happened?" He looked over at Camille.
She smiled sadly. "The youngest one, Max, was killed. He was only seven. And then, Alec had some sort of a nervous breakdown, I think he tried to kill himself, he`s basically been living in a mental hospital ever since, well, until now at least. He`s starting in our school today."
"How old is he?"
"About our age I think, eighteen or nineteen, I`m not sure."
That meant he was the oldest of the Lightwoods, both Izzy and Jace were seventeen. So if they had gotten here about… three years ago, that meant Alec had been either fifteen or sixteen and Jace and Izzy would have been around fourteen.
"Why didn`t Izzy, or even Jace have a breakdown, they were younger than Alec, weren't they closer to Max?"
Camille glanced over at him. "Alec was there when he died."
"Oh." Magnus knew how it felt to watch someone you loved die.
They spent the rest of the ride in silence, much less comfortable than before.
2. A/N: I hope you liked it, I would really appreciate it if you could review, but don`t be rude. If anyone`s being rude, I`ll send you some of Isabelle`s cookies!