So I am totally new to this and to be honest I have no idea what I'm doing GAH. So I've been reading Fanfics for a while and tried (and failed) a few times at writing my own; I usually get bored and forget I started them, but I actually kinda like this one so go ahead and read if you want but WARNING; strong language (sometimes), and well its all Malec (and Heronstairs) so there's same sex relationships going on, don't like don't read my beauties. All human, Malec, Heronstairs, maybe Sizzy but that depends how many characters I manage to fit in and maybe Clace in the future.
Disclaimer: own jack shit, all Cassandra Clare's *sobs helplessly*
Sweaters and Sparkles
Chapter One- Alec's POV
College is exactly how I imagined it. The dorms are cramped (ish) and full of strangers; there's at least 5 Starbucks on campus and every person who I have met so far is totally okay that I'm gay. High school go fuck yourself, Alec Lightwood has found his calling. By calling I mean I'm an American History and English Literature student, who has 2 lesbian girls as room-mates and has a really fucking good job. I may not work at one of the many Starbucks but I work in a bar and thankfully they pay me far more than the minimum wage but I think that's just because the owner wants to get into my pants.
"Oh my god guys; it's that guy Alec!" I cringed inwardly at the teenage girls in the queue behind me, and pretended I didn't hear them. I don't know why they know me, sure I help my AH teacher with his after school time classes a few days a week but I'm nothing special. Boring black hair, boring blue eyes and boring black clothes, I mean come on what's so great about that? I turned around slowly only to hear a few gasps and I raise one of my eyebrows at the girls; who only giggle and turn red. I quickly grab my coffee off of the counter, wink at the girls who shriek with excitement and head out of the shop. I felt someone at my side and jumped when they linked their arm through mine. I turned my head to see Camille, one of my room-mates, latched on to my arm grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I raised a brow at her and her grin widened.
"Even though you are head over heels homosexual and about as straight as a roundabout, you sure know how to make girls swoon." She smirked and I felt my face flush; she'd seen me wink and turn those girls into puddles of teenage hormones. I shrugged.
"I don't want a reputation as that gay guy who helps out Professor Crazy for extra credit, has lesbian friends and doesn't drink." I shivered as I recalled my high school years. Those were most probably the worst times of my life. I had 0 friends, 0 confidence and was bullied senseless for basically my whole senior year after I was outed by my own brother. Parties weren't (and still aren't now) my 'thing', considering I have a no-alcohol outlook on life and my reluctance to give up holey black sweaters for 'something more fitting and tight'. Camille however was my opposite. She was all bright colours and an optimist; she has curly platinum blonde hair (I choked when she told me it was natural), green eyes that remind me of the long grass in the meadows where I used to live and a perfect body shape (all curves and her face is perfectly sculptured).
"Baby living with me for the next few years will wipe that squeaky clean reputation straight off the tables." She winked at me and bumped her hip next to mine causing me to squeal (ever so manly) and spill coffee down my hands. I shot a glare at her from the corner of my eye and she shrugged like the she-devil she is.
"You've got your plotting face on." I said, noting that she did in fact have that mischievous glint in her eye and a smirk that could frighten Satan. "Oh fuck no am I going to any parties!" I say and unloop our arms, stopping on the sidewalk causing Camille to trip graciously.
"Tough shit Blackbird we're going. Tessa has picked out some clothes and I told all your little fangirls that you're going to be there." Camille said as she straightened up and shot a terrifying look at me, basically growling. I sighed defeated and started to walk again, faster this time so I could get into our dorm and convince Tess (lesbian number two aka Camille's girlfriend) to let me stay at home. Bursting into the dorm room Tess looks up from her position on the couch with a startled expression, which quickly morphed into a devilish and knowing look. God-damnit, Camille had really convinced her this party would be good for me.
"You're coming with us to socialise and that is final." Her voice was soft but her word was final. I threw my head back and sighed as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her and Camille's room. Their room was…pink. Silk pink bed sheets (surprisingly soft and comfortable), soft pink paint on the walls, cherry coloured wood wardrobe and just basically pink everywhere. Tessa dragged me into the walk in wardrobe and pulled out a black bag from the pile of shopping bags in a heap on the floor. She looked at me excitedly with big brown eyes full of hope and I couldn't help but smile and give her a quick hug.
"I'm going but on one condition," she squealed and clapped her hands, jumping up and down like a little kid at Christmas, "if I get mercilessly bored I'm allowed to leave." I finish and she gives me a suspicious glance.
"Only if you drink." I gaped at her, my mouth falling open and my eyebrows shooting up.
"I know it's a big thing to ask, but I want you to drink a little and if you don't like it I vow to never let you drink again." Now you see the reason I don't drink is because my dad used to be an alcoholic and it nearly killed him; scaring the shit out of me and my siblings. If we lost our dad, all we'd have is one another and although I love my siblings; I'd be fucked essentially. My mom died in a car accident when I was 10 years old, and ever since then my dad refused to even touch or be in the presence of any alcohol. Surprisingly my father came out the strongest after mom's death, so since then we've all became stronger ourselves, feeding off of our dad's positive attitude.
"I know you don't want to drink because of what happened to your mom; but you have to let go of the past. It was an accident and I won't ever let it happen to you." Tess said her voice soft as she rested a hand on my shoulder. I give her a small smile and push all thoughts about my mom from my head. I take the bag from her hands and go to get dressed in my room. In the bag I found a pair of way too tight black skinny jeans, a fitted blue shirt with a slight V-neck and a brand new pair of combat boots. Putting the clothes on I stumble out of my door and attempt to loosen the shirt when Camille lets out a low whistle from the kitchen. I ignore her and jump when I feel something around my neck. Turning around Tessa smiles and I look down to see a few necklaces and chains now adorning my neck. Truth be told they do suit what I'm wearing and give a certain 'bad boy' look that Camille has been begging me to pull off since I met her. Grabbing my wallet and the girls' hands I pull them out into the waiting taxi; this is going to be one hell of a night…
Magnus' POV
"MAGNUS!" Will screamed slamming the door of our apartment and causing me to fall off of the couch. Groaning I looked up at Will and shot my most frightening look I could muster but it went away quickly when I saw Will's ecstatic face. His grin was spread from ear to ear and his midnight blue eyes sparkled with something I couldn't quite place; was that happiness?
"This better be good." I grumbled and tried to fix my hair that had been ruined by my fall to the carpet. Will giggled like a teenage girl and pulled me onto my feet, not letting go of my hands.
"Jem invited us to a party!" He blurted out and I couldn't contain the smile that was tugging at the corners of my lips. Will Herondale, my crazy best friend of a room-mate had been crushing on a guy called Jem Carstairs. Jem was…odd. He has silver/grey hair (dyed perfectly) with grey/brown eyes and multiple face and ear piercings. Jem was a friend of mine and that's how the two got to know each other, but they were complete opposites. Will was an English Literature and American History student, whereas Jem was a Human Biology student. Will was, well gorgeous. As was Jem but I think that every single one of our friends (including myself) was a bit shocked and confused when they both declared their unknown feelings for one another. Like seriously what the fuck, they were the weirdest match I'd ever seen, but yet also the cutest. It took me a few weeks to see how happy they were around each other. Will had this odd glow about him when he came back from a study 'date' with Jem, and he'd swoon around for a while before I slapped some sense into him.
"When you say us you don't actually mean he invited me, you mean he invited you and you're a coward and won't go alone." I state simple, my brows raising as Will nods his head and makes a face; a displeased and slightly childish face.
"Camille promised to bring Alec, that cute guy who's in my classes." Will said trying to reassure me. I had no idea who this Alec guy was; I'd seen the back of his head when he'd been walking with Will before and to be honest I saw the same thing as I did when I looked at Will. Alec was taller than Will which is kind of hard because he's a good 6 foot tall, with black hair but not perfectly styled like Will's, his was unruly. I knew that the guy was pretty popular on campus because he was hot, but I'd never even seen what he looks like so I refused to believe Will's constant swooning. Sure Will was totally in love with Jem but apparently if nothing happened between them then Alec was his second choice.
"Alright, but I'm only going to take a peek at this Alec guy everyone seems to worship." I say, turning on my heel and going to my wardrobe to settle on a more appropriate outfit for this party. I went for a pair of very tight dark purple skinnies, a loose black vest top that was adorned with a sprinkling of glitter. My hair was in its usual spikes sticking out of my head and the tips were purple and glittery. I grabbed a pair of patent black combat boots and a tight fitting leather jacket. Will walked out of his room in skinny jeans and a V-neck shirt that was what I could only call fucking gorgeous. Although me and Will have been strictly best friends for basically our whole lives, its hard not to stare at him; he's hot. He has a lean body, with perfectly sculptured abs and arms.
"Stop staring. You look hot, let's go." Will says grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the cab outside I hadn't even noticed was there.
I get carried away and they get long but I present Chapter One! If you've read it and like it Chapter Two will be up soon hopefully :3 There will be more from Magnus' POV its just today my brain was focused on Alec and my ideas just rushed out from his POV; they will meet next chapter at the party and just to let you know I'M NOT AMERICAN SO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE WHOLE SCHOOL/COLLEGE SYSTEM WORKS SO TELL ME IF I FUCK IT UP. And for all those who are confused, Alec was 'outed by his brother' aka Jace... ooooh I smell drama... Thanks for reading my beauties, love E x