A.N.: This is my first attempt at Malec and my first story with chapters. I'll try and post at least once a week, but I won't make any promises. Comments are always welcome, especially because English isn't my first language, so corrections on grammar and vocabulary are appreciated.
I don't own the Mortal Instruments or its characters. They all belong to Cassandra Clare. This is non-profit. It's only purpose is to entertain myself and the readers.
Chapter 01 – Getting ready for the day ahead
The alarm clock announced with a shrieking noise the beginning of a new day.
Alec grunted as he slowly crawled out of bed. His head pounded like a bad enthusiastic drummer had made his home in it. His eyes where red and heavy with exhaustion. Ninety percent of his body were so sore he felt like a truck had hit him. Summing all up, he had the flu. And it was Izzy and Jace's fault!
The previous night, Alec had to go out of his warm and comfortable apartment and into a freezing cold and rainy night at "three in the freaking morning"! Why he had to do that? Simply because his siblings decided that it was a wonderful idea to go to a party in "God knows where" on a Wednesday, even though all the three of them had classes early on Thursday. So, after enjoying themselves for about five hours, they ended up too drunk to even walk and called dearest big brother Alec for the rescue.
And here he was now. Fighting to get out of bed at seven in the morning while sick and sleep deprived. For a moment, he thought of going back to bed to sleep the flu off. He had pretty good grades, he could afford to miss a couple of classes. Then he remembered. He had an English Literature of the 17th Century test today with Professor Jackson, who had been out to get him ever since Alec dared to correct him during class. Just his luck…
Since there was no way out of this, Alec dragged himself to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. Then he gathered his books and wallet, opting to eat something at the coffee shop near the campus instead of starting a fire in his own kitchen.
Magnus lazily stretched between the chartreuse yellow sheet and the fluffy hot pink blanket. He rolled out of bed, turned the radio on and started his morning routine. It was seven in the morning, but he didn't mind one little bit. Because it was a Thursday and Thursdays were the most fabulous days of the week.
That's not just because on Thursdays Magnus had his favorite classes, but also because it was the day of the week he could freely ogle an adorably shy boy he has been crushing on for months. Alexander Lightwood was the big brother of one of the most fashionable girls he has ever met, Isabelle Lightwood - Izzy for those closest to her. They weren't really friends, but they discussed fashion from time to time and they were on the guest list of each other's parties. That's, by the way, how Magnus met dearest Alexander.
After showering, still with no more than a crimson towel around his waist, he stopped in front of the closet to choose the perfect outfit for the day. He wanted to dress to impress. Not that he didn't do that every day, but today was special. Today he would gather all his courage and try to entice Alexander out of his shell. He was determined. He was going to have a proper conversation with that pretty boy even if it was the last thing he would do on his life!
When Magnus was all done and ready, he walked toward the door while sending a quick message to his friends, Catarina and Ragnor. He needed to meet them before going to class, so they could think of an excuse for them to join Isabelle and Alexander's group of friends for lunch. Once receiving their confirmation, he locked the door of his loft and headed out the building.