Alright, this is my first attempt at Malec so you are reading a very unsure girl's writing. I want to see if you guys like it and if I'm any good. (P.S. AL means Alec's POV and MB means Magnus')

Disclaimer- I don't own anything. If I did, The Mortal Instruments would be solely based on the sexy warlock and shadowhunter we all love.

Read away. Soak in the words like plants soak in sun!
(Song by Howie Day)

AL

I really needed to get out of the house.

We – meaning my siblings, my mom, and I – had just gotten back to our huge house in Brooklyn and ofcourse I was glad to be back, I just needed some space. All throughout the three hour plane ride here Jace and Isabelle had been trying to convince to go clubbing with them tonight – even if it is one in the morning and we're all under 18 – and since I am me, I hate clubs of every kind. They had stopped pestering me when I'd put in my headphones but that didn't mean they wouldn't drag me kicking and screaming now that we were back.

So just to be safe, as soon as the car stopped I jumped out and grabbed my bag from the back. I ran into the house, made a bee-line for my room up the stairs, and slammed the door shut once I was inside the familiar space. I didn't bother unpacking – I doubt any of my family would tonight – and just dropped it on the floor by my king sized bed. I had found a black hoodie from my closet, grabbed my IPod from the side pocket of my duffel bag, and ran back downstairs before my sibs had even retrieved their luggage from the back of the car. I headed to the back door, knowing I was much less likely to be spotted leaving that way; but as I made my way through the kitchen, my mother caught me.

"Where are you rushing off to, Alexander? We haven't even been home for five minutes." I turned slowly. This is so gonna slow me down.

My mother, Mayrse Lightwood, is a scary woman. She may be my agent now – that was her call, not mine – but she was a very successful lawyer for fifteen years beforehand. She has very black hair almost always pulled back, sharp facial feature, and blue eyes that she can make look like hell frozen over. Most of the time her face is really kind but she can whip out her bad ass mom face faster than anything I've ever seen. She loves her kids and she would do anything for us but being the way she is, she is harder on us than any teacher.

I smiled at her, hoping it didn't show how desperate I wanted to get the hell out of there. "I was just gonna go for a walk," I tried to sound nonchalant as precious seconds ticked away. "I've missed the city."

"Aahh," she said disbelievingly. "So you're not running for the hills because Jace and Isabelle are probably going to drag you to Pandemonium?" She had a single eyebrow raised and a sly smile across her face. "Because if that were the reason I would have to hand you over to them." She looked at me with that maternal all-knowing power that all moms seem to have.

I smiled sheepishly. I should have known that she'd see right through me. Since she's always around she notices everything that happens between the three of us. I laughed nervously, hoping she would say something so that I wouldn't have to.

She just walked over and looked at me lovingly.

"Go on, sweetheart. Just make sure you're phone is on and you don't stay out too long." We heard the door open and the voices of my sibling in the front room. "Get out of here before they catch you, dear."

I grinned and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom." Then I made a mad dash for the back door.

~HSS~

It wasn't the warmest night in Brooklyn but for the time of year – early January– but I couldn't complain. It had started to drizzle but I didn't mind; I actually quite liked the soft thud of raindrops against me. My hood was pulled up to keep my head dry and my hands were shoved in my pockets. Nearly no one was out – I had only passed one or two people in the past 30 minutes – so I took this as a chance to just be by myself. I had barely gotten any alone time during the past year so I treasured moments like this where there was only me and my thoughts.

I took out my IPod and turned it on. I didn't have any of my own songs on it – mostly because I get embarrassed listening to the sound of my own voice – but also because it was filled to the brim with songs from other artists. Namely Magnus Bane.

I sort of had an obsession with him. When I had first heard his voice, I tried to find the flaw in it and I came up with nothing. He sang with a self aware sort of cockiness – sounding completely full of himself. His choice of songs sent the same message so he was stereotyped as such. But when I searched deeper into his background, listened to his older pieces and more intently to his recent ones, I found the humility and humanity behind it. I found it intriguing.

It's kind of ironic; a star pining after another star. If I were to pull some strings and maybe change my music a bit I would have the power to meet him and possibly sing with him, but to tell you the truth, he intimidates me so much I fear that I would mess it up. Plus, I don't think I could change my music.

So obviously we've never met – our music is on two different levels – and I'm sure he knows of me but I don't believe he gives me a second thought. I'm just the pale singer/ songwriter who sings usually sappy songs and has a wide range of teenage fangirls.

He on the other hand, is the mature, sexy, confident singer who gets aggressive onstage and isn't afraid to drop curse words like his famous winks.

I sighed. I get letters all the time saying how much people wished they were me, but really, my life is a chaotic rampage of music, secrets, and typical teenage hormones. And my being a closeted gay doesn't help anything.

I clicked off from random song to random song until I settled on one of my favorites Diary of Jane by none other than the sparkly figure of my fantasies. Trying to concentrate on the sounds filling my ears and the feeling of wet sidewalk under my Converse, I kept walking silently.

I should have known that the moment I switched to mental auto-pilot something would require my attention. With most of my senses turned off and my mind wandering, I walked right into someone standing on the sidewalk; someone very tall and very handsome.

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find you and I collide

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to known
I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find you and I collide

Don't stop here
I lost my place
I'm close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find you and I collide

You finally find you and I collide
You finally find you and I collide

Collide- By Alec Lightwood

So… any good? If it is, tell me. Please.

~Brina-bot~