Chapter One: Gay
"Beth? Where you listening to me?" Alec asked, turning to face her. She hadn't really been paying attention to his conversation, she'd been drawing him. This was a difficult task considering he was pacing across the floor of her bedroom in the Penhallows's Residence in Alicante, Idris.
"No, Alexander, I'm terribly sorry, what was it you were talking about?" she apologized, closing her sketch book, leaving the black pastel chalk as her bookmark. Lisabeth Anastasia Herondale was an artist at heart. Her curly dirty blonde hair was recently cut to the halfway line of her neck; her bangs covered her left eye. She looked at the man before her, Alexander Lightwood; he was gay of course, but amazingly handsome none the less. He hid his body underneath layers of baggy clothes, what she wouldn't give to have him be a model in for her person, and hers alone.
"Beth? If you're not going to listen, I might as well leave" he jabbed his thumb towards the door, and started walking out.
Lisabeth rose from her seat, grabbing his wrist before he could get all the way through the door "Alexander, please, I promise to listen better, just, don't leave" she was shocked. She'd never wanted anyone, let alone a boy, to be with her more than she wanted to be with Alec. Not even her own brother. She'd gotten this trait from her father Stephen Herondale, whom despite his overwhelming attractiveness; he'd prefer to keep to himself. She did the same, not even her own brother, Jace Herondale, was able to stay in the same room as she for more than 10 minutes before she relinquished his stay.
"And if I do?" he asked, in a somewhat playful tone.
"Then I shall listen to your every word, and answer your every question" she nodded, lost in Alec's electric eyes; blue like ice.
"My every question?" he asked specifically, raising a single brow. His sleek dark hair hanging over his eyes causing those deep, sexy, shadows over his features made him seem almost evil.
"Yes, Alexander, every question"
"Why do you call me that?" he started pacing again, she was aware of the faint sound of his footsteps across her floor, her window was open with every breeze his scent filled her nostrils, that sweet, yet simple, smell of dewed grass mixed with the faint smell of the fresh air and lavender.
"Alexander? I guess it's because I'm not entirely secure about calling you Alec yet" she shrugged, watching him, his black combat boots screeching against the wood flooring.
"Call me Alec," he turned towards her "please" he added, as if not to seem rude. There was something about him, he was sweet, yet refined and mature.
"Okay, Alec" she walked to her dresser, then began to gently pull her t-shirt over her head.
"What are you doing?" Alec asked immediately.
"Well you're gay and all, I thought it wouldn't matter much, I'm terribly sorry" she pulled her shirt back on.
"I…" Alec stammered, turning to leave again.