A/N: Aight bitches I'm back kinda excited for this story solike enjoy.

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN SHIT. :)

"Ow, shit, fuck—" Alec muttered as he tripped and stumbled while trying to get on his apron in time for work. He had managed to accidentally put his foot through the hole where his head is supposed to go and bang his knee on the marble countertops in the tiny coffee shop where he worked.

"Alec! Come on!" Clary urged, sticking her head through the 'employees only' door. "It's Saturday morning, do you know how busy we are? Especially since Raphael is out sick?!"

"I'm coming, I swear," He ripped the apron over his head finally as he secured his little name tag onto it.

It was busy that morning, busier than normal. Raphael, the only other employee who worked there besides the manager, Alec and Clary was out sick today so it made things extra hard. That morning, he had taken about 5 orders in just 5 minutes, which had to be some record.

Alec worked at a small coffee shop in Brooklyn called Peet's. He was in college, and it was good pay plus it was in walkable distance from where he studied at. But he didn't really need to worry about that now, since it was the summer. He stayed at his friend Raphael's apartment in the summer, which was also close to work.

Alec had however overslept that morning and had to sprint to work, barely presentable. Of course, that just happened to be one of his busiest days.

By 10:00 in the morning, Alec was already exhausted, begging Clary for another break, though he knew she was just as tired and someone had to take care of the customers.

"No, Alec!" Alec opened his mouth to whine again when it was cut off by the familiar ding from the bell above the door, signaling another customer. "Now go help that man! I gotta take care of the other customers waiting." And she shuffled off, fumbling around with coffee machines and and whipped cream bottles. Alec sighed, turning back towards the counter and trying to find space in his tiny little notepad to put the man's order. Alec hadn't looked up.

"How can I help you?" He said in monotone.

"Um, yes, I'm looking for Raphael Santiago, is—is he in today? He was supposed to meet me here." The guy muttered. Alec, confused finally looked up from his notebook.

Holy. Shit.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Alec almost dropped his notebook, clutching his pen close to his chest. His eyes, he knew, must've been wider than tennis balls and he had to force his mouth closed. All of a sudden, he was short of breath. Funny how that worked.

"Uh—Um—" It was difficult speaking to a man so alarmingly attractive. It really was. "He—He's not in today. Sick. He's sick." Alec managed.

"Oh. Okay." Alec had to grab the counter with his pen hand to keep standing. He could feel his face turning beet red, so he looked down.

"W—Would you like anything?" Alec cursed his damn stutter. He still refused to look up.

"No, I don't think so,"

"Okay?" An uncomfortable silence settled as Alec could tell the man was still standing there in front of him. He dared a quick glance, and was mortified and pleased at the same time when he saw the man staring him up and down. It was all very confusing.

"Magnus Bane."

Magnus.

A hand was shoved out in front of his face. Alec stared at it for a few seconds before he regained himself, shaking it.

"Alec Lightwood." Alec finally looked up and met Magnus's eyes, still not letting go of his soft hand. His eyes were gorgeous, a green-gold with slightly slitted pupils, resembling a cat. He felt oddly drawn to them, and had to force himself to look away.

"Um, so I guess I'll see you around?" Alec cringed. He didn't really know what to do in situations like these. He'd never been in situations like these. All his fuzzed out brain could interpret in the moment was he definitely didn't want to just 'see Magnus around'. He wanted to see him a lot more than just 'around', and he had only just met him.

Alec had no idea what was going on.

He put his head down again, trying not to seem like he was just creepily staring at him when his limbs started moving without his consent. They had brought him over to Clary, who was cleaning a coffee mug. She didn't give him more than a small glance.

"What's up?" She put the mug down, grabbing a plate and starting to scrub it down.

"I'll be right back," He said quietly. This made her look up.

"What?" She nearly dropped the plate. "No—Where do you think you're going—" But Alec had already rushed off, around and out of the small countered space where they served drinks. However, when he was forced back into the crowd of busy, working adults, he couldn't find Magnus anywhere. No. It couldn't end like this.

He bolted out of the coffee shop, spotting Magnus with huge relief a few shops down.

"Magnus!" He called out. Oh dear god he hoped that was him. "Magnus!" Magnus turned around, a confused look painted across his features, turning into surprise when he saw Alec. Alec resisted the urge to grin, smiling a little anyway.

"Alec!" They made their way to each other, both matching expressions of smiles.

"Um, well, I was wondering if you would maybe want to go out to coffee sometime?" Alec uttered, playing with his fingers awkwardly. Magnus giggled a little, the sound making Alec a little light-headed.

"Sure." Huge relief poured into Alec, relief he hadn't known he had been holding in. Magnus started pulling out a little wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket, trying to smooth it somewhat. "Here let me give my numbe—Oh shit—Um, do you have a pen?" Alec hadn't realized it, but he was still holding the one from Peet's.

"Uh yeah, here," He handed it to Magnus who started scribbling numbers on the paper on his hand. Alec's heart grew with excitement. Alec hadn't been this rebellious since the 8th grade, when he drank his dad's liquor with Jace on his birthday. He never did stuff like get random peoples numbers.

But, this one was more attractive than any of his boyfriends he had ever had in his life, hell, he was better-looking than Jace, so he decided to make an exception.

Magnus finished with the paper, giving him back the pen and sliding the paper into his jean pocket, making Alec's cheeks turn pink. Magnus grinned.

"Tomorrow at 2? Peet's?" Alec gave him a matching grin.

"Sure." His voice sounded a bit high pitched. Magnus started walking away.

"See you around," He repeated Alec's words from earlier, finally turning around and walking away from Alec, leaving him standing there in the middle of the busy sidewalk clutching his jean pocket like some idiot.

Some idiot who had a date tomorrow.

At least he hoped that's what it was.

He tried to resist the urge to dance on his way back to Peet's, pursing his lips to avoid smiling and seeming like a weirdo.

He finally reached Peet's glass door entrance, just stopping when his phone rang. He could feel Clary's glares at the back of his head but he tried to ignore them, taking his phone out of his pocket and answering it.

"Hello?"

"Alec."

"Dad?" Alec shifted uncomfortably and started leaning against the glass. No conversations with his dad were destined to be short. "What do you need? Can—Can you make it quick though, because I really have to get back to work?"

"Sure." Alec waited.

"So, as you know, it's Jace and Izzy's first summer into collage." Alec nodded, until he realized his dad couldn't see him.
"Yeah. And?"

"And, we thought we could go on a little summer vacation together. To Paris," Before Alec could even have a moment to react or say anything, he continued. "Don't worry, I've already taken care of all the tickets for everyone and we'll be staying at a resort. We're leaving in two weeks."

Alec sputtered.

"Now, what I wanted to talk to you about was, well, both Izzy and Jace are bringing their… Partners, and I was wondering if," He cleared his throat uncomfortably. Alec crossed his arms. "If you wanted to bring anyone. Just so I can book an extra room." He sounded as if it was something hard to ask. Rage flared up in Alec.

No, no don't do it.

"Actually yes. There is someone."

Say you're gonna bring Clary. Say it!
"I have a boyfriend."
Idiot.

"And he's going to come."

"Oh. Well that's, um, what's—what's his name?"

Oh god.

Alec said the first name that popped into his head. Which was very, very unfortunate on his part. "Magnus Bane."

"Well. That's nice. I will… Um, I'll book another room. I'll email you the flight information. Goodbye."

The call ended abruptly, and that was when the brutal truth hit Alec like a truck. He banged his head back against the glass, groaning. He probably looked like an absolute idiot to the people on the street, walking by him. But that wasn't true.

He was just a moron.

Now you need to find a fake boyfriend.

A/N: UGh I hope ppl like this one I tRiED ok also I wish my life was more interesting it's literally so boring thought I'd share ok bye.

-Emma, who's dead ass tired even tho she drank a shit ton of coffee but what's new :)