A/N: A book and a film. The origin of ideas for this new work. I hope the mistakes aren't too disturbing and this is my first love story (kind of) in a not so well condition so go easy on me. Flames are strongly resented and kind thoughts are more than welcome. :)
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns the characters. My only rights are for the mistakes and feelings I share with dear readers. *wink
Chapter 1: When I First Met You
My name is Alec. My parents call me Alexander. I am the eldest of four siblings named Jace, Isabelle and Maxwell. Jace was adopted when I was ten. I've been bothering the earth with my existence for approximately twelve years, three days and twenty hours.
We live in Manhattan among other normal people on earth who think that having a perfect family is part of a virtue. My parents are loaded, lawyers. My brother and sister are talented at first glance. My baby brother is adorable. I'm a nuisance.
Relatives, cousins, colleagues and higher supervisors look up to my family. They say we have the best element for future household of good exemplars. They didn't know what goes wrong in the house. Or what is wrong in me. Every time, they told me I was a good boy- a kind older brother and will grow up to be a nice man. Every time, I told them thank you and gave them a small nod. Like a well-mannered man should be.
But tonight isn't the place for me to care of anything. My parents are going out for some business party and they're taking Max along. Jace went for a camp and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Isabelle has a sleep over at her best friend's house, Clary; a nice redheaded who seem to always annoys me with her innocence.
I'm left alone to entertain my flu and a small fever that has been tormenting me for two days, or so I thought until my mother said,
"You behave when you're babysitter is here." Her words were like commands I'm used to hear when I'm still in her wombs. I said,
"I will." She gave me a curt smile.
"If you're sick, tell him to call me or your father. I'll give him the number." Him? I nod, sniffing and wiping my nose with my forearm when I was sure my mother wasn't looking. I stay in my room for an hour until I hear the doorbell rings and the sound erupt like a sudden explosion in the mist of mute. The front door clicks open and I hear a boy's voice talking with my mother. I walk quietly to the stairs and peek and I saw my parents and Max walking out the door and then it closes, a caramel skin hand gripping the handle.
Before I can let the image of the teenage boy-presumably not more than ten years older than I am-forms on my functioning hard drives I call memory, I walk down the remaining steps and stand right in front him.
"What's your name?" I ask, politely and curiously.
He turns around and I was a perfect mannequin; frozen and stupefied. Standing taller than I am is a boy with black hair, unique eye colours and a lazy smile. I don't know whether my jaw is slack or my teeth are rotten but I stammer for unknown reasons until I felt that familiar cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms that comes out only when I look at Jace or other boys. Cherry blossoms that spread petals of doubts into my soul and make me tries so hard to be a normal boy.
"Magnus. Magnus Bane." He says. "And you must be Alexander." His tongue does something when he drawls out my name and I feel the blossoms grow in numbers and I can't breathe.
"It's just Alec." I try scowling and I don't know whether it works. I was about to say something else to him-to try and kill all the flying petals or maybe just suffocate them when he waves his hand limply at me and walks over to the TV room.
I hear him say, "Go to bed, kid. Your mom says you're sick and I don't want to get infected."
I know I should respond to him, snap back or even just growl but I can't. Something in me, strong and solid prevents me from doing it. So I walk back to my room and slid under the blanket, in hopes of attempting to sleep with a stuffed nose and the building pounding in my head. Not once I imagine that I will wake up to the sound of something rummaging in my parents' bedroom. Theirs are next to mine.
My eyes are blurry and my head feels heavy but I force my feet to keep walking and when I see the small opening from my parents' door, I know it shouldn't be. It's too early and I've only slept for fifteen minutes. I push the door open and I see my babysitter going through the drawers. My small voice finds its pitch and I speak,
"What are you doing?" His head turns around so quickly and I feel the petals came to life. "Are you stealing my parents' belongings?" I ask, stepping forward into the room and getting a clearer view of him.
A strong sigh is what I get. "You were supposed to be sleeping."
A hundred of fluttering and I can't shut my eyes. The moon hits him like angel when he's precisely the opposite. "I can hear you from my room."
"Jeez." He smirks. "A big house and thin walls? What, cements aren't good for your health?"
I successfully drives all the petals back into the pit and I swallow, feeling the sore in my throats that I know will rob me from my voice the very next morning.
"You need to leave." I say in my small voice, straightening my posture and showing him my braver side. My lips part and words are ready to pour out but he's faster in my current state.
"I can't. I'm babysitting you, remember?" He asks and I know he takes me lightly as a kid.
"How old are you?" I ask in the same manner and I see confusion and surprise binds his silhouette.
"Nineteen." He answers me.
"That makes us seven years apart." I tell him and he look even more confuse.
"You're twelve?" His eyes travel all over me and I'm drowning. "You look kinda small for your age."
I stick out my chin and I fist my hands. "But I can still fight you."
He quirk an eyebrow. "Why would you want to fight me?"
"You're stealing things and you won't leave. I have no other choice." He laughs at my words and step closer to me. I gulp and press my fingernails harder onto my palms. I hope they won't bleed.
"You're a different one." My face hardens and I feel repulses cracking onto me like current waves hitting only my central nerves and my head splits. I double over and hit the floor knees first.
"Hey." His voice, shock and scare are similarly lifting to my ears. "What's wrong? Do I need to call your mom or get your meds?"
He crouch in front me and I grab my head and place it in my hands. My fingers wrap around the amount of hair I could get and I hope he doesn't see me pulling them. My eyes are close and I see white rods forming.
Words pour out faster from my mouth this time; disorientated and too mumbled to understand and he's silent next to me. The only sounds are my harsh breathing and choking noise from my throats. I gasp and land flat on my bottom. My head is still down and I try to breath.
"Hey, kid." He calls me. I can't look at him. I'm so tiny and small again.
"Hey Alec." I don't realize which is more painful; his voice saying my name or the stretch in my chest.
I look up through teary eyes and I see adolescence. He's young and I'm just a boy. I see his hand reach for mine and I recoil faster than a snail. I stand up, shaking and spinning and seeing the wooden floor again when his hands wrap around my small body and I am in his arms. He takes me out from the room and closes the door behind him. My head is on his chest and I feel his heart beats, one two three and I try to follow. I learn how to breathe in again through his lungs.
He goes into my room and he lay me down gently on the bed. He pulls the blanket up and I lost my count. I held in my breath until I see him turn away and I catch his sleeve.
"Don't go." I wheeze. I'm twelve again.
"Alright." He climbs and lay down next to me, his slim frame barely occupying the small furniture. There is nothing between us except for the fifteen metres wall I build in my head. I try to remember how to inhale and I focus only on that-never once glancing to the figure next me.
"Are you alright?" His voice pierces the room and I've never felt such exposure. I manage a small nod and he sees it.
"What happened?" He asks and I blink so many times my eyelids are none-existent. I stay silent, wishing he would be mute as well but I dread for the melody.
"You're not going to tell me?"
"What were you doing in my parents' room?" I ask quickly in whisper.
I felt him shrug. "Stealing."
"But that's illegal." I say, turning slightly just to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
"I know." He replies. His eyes catch mine and I don't look away. I'm breathing and I'm looking at him.
"Then why do you do it?" He lets out a small chuckle.
"You won't tell me what happened so I won't tell you. Fair enough, right?" He's not asking, I can hear it in his voice but I keep on talking just to hear him speak.
"My parents' will pay you. You can ask more and I'll tell them you did a great job."
"You'll lie for me?" I want to tell him that I would do anything for him but I'm only twelve. I keep staring at him.
"That's illegal." He says dramatically and I fail to hide a smile.
"Go to sleep. You won't know I'm here." But I want to feel you right here. I look down and lean onto the pillow that we share. His hair is so close to my face I can feel him just by sentient. My hands are limp by my side and they look so small, so weak next to his and I want him to hold them.
Something must've gone wrong during the episode I had because now I feel bolder. I'm unrestraint and a free nightingale. I want to sing and keep my mouth sealed at the same time. I want to tell him that he has taken something else from this house the moment he walks in. I want to tell him that he's a robber and I'm his victim but I'm only twelve and his nineteen and maybe already have someone else.
"Sleep." He repeats and I close my eyes for how long I do not know. I listen to his breathing even out and I dare myself to peep at him. He's sleeping and his eyes are close and his lips look soft and his face is beautiful. Gorgeous and dangerous.
I'm a boy, I know that and I can't explain the way I feel. I don't know why but I'm drawn to him.
"Magnus?" My lips form his name like a sacred whisper. He doesn't move or wake up and I get bolder. I move closer to him and I kiss him quickly on the cheek, just below his cheekbone and his hidden dimple. Time still moves and I pressed my lips to his. Five seconds of rippling ache, five seconds of heartbreakingly unmusical and five seconds of desperation longing. Five seconds that feels nothing and everything to me.
I smile when I pull away from him and I hear him hum in response. This night I met Magnus Bane. And I gave him my first kiss.
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