A/N: Hello, this is my first story on FanFiction, and I hope I do well! I do have a beta who is fabulous, and she will make it amazing (Tira Archer is her name)! So, if you like this, give her some love because I can't write shizz! (That is my replacement for s-h-i-t.) Anyways, here is the proper summary for it!

::Summary:: AU/AH Alexander Gideon Lightwood works in a run-down clothes store despite his parents' disagreement to his job selection. Then, one day a glorious and sparkly stranger starts to come into the store to donate flashy, and rather tight, looking clothes. Alec's first thought is, "What is a guy like that doing even NEAR a store like this?" Alec soon finds out that the interesting stranger, named Magnus, does have a very good reason for his "citizenship". Magnus has a past connection to the very store Alec works in.

I hope it sounds good! Anyways, moving on, let us begin!

Song: A Hard Day's Night-The Beatles (Just a fantastic song from a fantastic group! Sad they are broken up, even though they broke up a long time before my time.)

Alec was slumped over the old and wore-out counter, his chin propped up in his hand. The long black bangs that hung in front of his Caribbean blue eyes were now tucked neatly behind his ear. A sigh escaped from his plump lips before he stood up straight. His younger sister, Isabelle Lightwood, was sitting down at the chair situated off to the side of the store he worked at. Her skilled hand worked on her already-perfect nails. She looked up and smiled slyly at me. "Hey bro, don't be such a downer! You work at this…lovely store," her voice dipped into sarcasm at the last two words. "Perk up, babe! You only have an hour or two left of work."

Alec sighed and shook his head slightly. "I don't hate my job, I hope you know. Today is just a slow and boring day." Isabelle swung her long legs off of the top of the table and sauntered up to her slightly taller brother. Her sweet smile vanished and was replaced by a sincere look as she placed a light kiss on his button nose. Her black eyes met his blue eyes, her hand going up to stroke his face gently. He placed his forehead on hers, smiling at the familiar scent of persimmon and pomegranate. Their lips met in an affectionate kiss before they parted ways.

"Unfortunately, Mother wants me home for the evening, so I guess we will see each other soon?" Alec smiled and nodded before his sister left the building. Alec took a quick in-take of breath before he slumped back into his previous position. Business had not only been slow today, but for the past week. No one really even bothered to come in and donate clothes, let alone come in and buy them. The manager opened up her door and sashayed her way out of the room. Her golden curls hung in ringlets around her thin frame, her emerald eyes shining under the thick eyeliner that she had rimmed around them. Her name was Lady Camille Belcourt, and it honestly surprised every damn person that walked through the door to see such a fashion-forward person run such an ugly store. Alec rolled my eyes and pushed himself up and walked over to her.

She stood a few inches taller than him due to her six-inch heels, and her already tall height. She adorned a barely-there white cocktail dress and thigh-high black boots. Her dazzling smile flashed at him as he walked over to her. "Hello dear boy, how is business?" Her slight French accent laced itself around her words, letting them flow easily and soothingly, oddly enough. He shrugged nonchalantly before smiling shyly at her. She smiled back and ruffled his hair. "I'll be back around eight o' clock to close up. Until then, keep an eye on the store, okay hun?" Her eyelid dropped in a wink before she trotted to the door. Alec sighed in defeat as his last human connection abandoned the store. Who could honestly blame them? This store wasn't the prettiest store ever...

As the door closed quietly behind her, he sat down in the chair behind the desk and pulled out his phone. Might as well text while I am here alone, he thought to himself. His fingers darted across the screen in a flash. Everything was quiet for a moment before a buzzing interrupted the silence. Alec glanced down at the screen and grinned before replying to the text.

XxXxX

The slim silver car pulled up next to curb silently. The door was opened roughly and a tall blonde emerged from the vehicle. Jace Lightwood blinked against the rough gush of air that blew past. He shook the golden curls out of his face as he slammed the door shut. He shoved his hands into his pockets and pushed his way into the store. Cool air rushed into the stuffy room, showering Alec in sweet relief of the breeze cooling his warm skin slightly. He smiled up at the newly arrival, his heart fluttering momentarily at the sight of his disheveled blonde curls and rumpled clothes. "Hey Jace," he smirked at the other boy. "Just got out of bed?"

Jace sneered at his older "brother" in a joking manor. "Yeah, I got your text and thought, 'Why not entertain the poor fool with my charming personality and extremely good looks?'" Alec chuckled lowly. "So, what should I do to entertain you?"

Alec shrugged and smiled at Jace. His charcoal hair fell into his ever beautiful eyes. Jace smiled slightly at him and dragged the chair Isabelle had previously been sitting at and brought it over to sit next to Alec. Alec's heart leaped a bit as Jace placed his feet up on the desk and lounged back. He looked over at the full-length window that sat across from the wooden counter, but he kept sneaking peeks over at the blonde beaut. Alec sighed and licked his lips slightly. Jace glanced over at him and smirked at him. "Hey," he started out lazily, "why don't I help you with work, eh? I could help put away some clothes and sort them and such."

Alec narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him. Jace raised his eyebrows in silent question to Alec's gaze. Alec shrugged and shook his head slightly, but never removing his gaze on the younger boy. Silently, Alec rose from his chair and walked over to the table piled up with clothes. When he glanced up, he saw Jace sauntering his way smoothly over to the table Alec stood behind. They stared at each other for a fleeting second before Alec ducked down his head, blushing like crazy. The clothes table wasn't exactly the greatest thing ever, but to see that many clothes piled up, ready to be sold, was always refreshing. As said before, business had been slow. No sales and no donations. Alec sighed as he unfolded a faded blue shirt and placed it neatly on the hanger. Jace followed his older brother's lead and unfolded a pair of bold blue skinny jeans. He smirked as he saw a small foil poking out of the back. His hand slipped easily into the back pocket as he started fishing around for said package. Alec opened his mouth to protest, but his mouth soon became dry as his eyes laid on what Jace now held in between his fingers. The other boy smirked at Alec's expression as he gazed awe-struck at the condom. Alec shook his head and made a grab for the wretched thing, but Jace pulled his arm back. "I don't think so, pretty boy," he dropped an eyelid in a mocking wink. "I think this is still good. No puncture wounds, dry, and fairly new...perhaps I shall keep it, no?" Alec shook his head violently back and forth in disagreement. The golden eyed boy chuckled lowly before slipping the small square into the front pocket of his dark blue board wash jeans.

They continued to work in silence before Jace started to whine about, "...it being too hard.". Alec just rolled his eyes slightly and snickered at Jace's absolute childishness. "Jace, I get how you may not find this exciting, but mind not complaining?" Alec peered around a plain black sweater that was in fairly good condition. Jace just sneered in response and went back to hanging clothes. Alec smiled and went back to hanging his own pile of clothes. While they were in silence, it left time for Alec to think. Being a hormonal teenage boy made you think of certain things. But, Alec was not your average teenage boy. While other boys were jerking off to thoughts of pretty blondes with big tits, Alec was daydreaming of locking lips-a simple kiss, really-with a certain blonde boy that was standing just across from him. A silent sigh escaped his lips as he finished up the remaining piles of shirts and pants. He looked up at Jace as he hung up his last piece of clothing. Jace opened his mouth to speak, Alec assumed, when Camille came bounding into the store!

"Hello, dear boy," her voice slurred as she stumbled over to Alec. His nose crinkled in protest at the horrid smell that radiated off of Camille's breath as she swung her petite arm around his slim shoulders. "I'm just going to lock up, and head back out to the clubs, 'kay?" She winked over at Jace and planted a sloppy kiss on the blue eyed boy's cheek. Alec grimaced and wiped the unwelcome saliva off of his skin. He knew Camille was wasted-who didn't expect her to be when she went out clubbing?-but he never appreciated the way she would be all lovey-dovey around Alec. True, Alec was of age to go out and drink legally, but he was never the type to really drink. He thought it just ruined your liver and your brain, but he never told Camille that. He respected her love for the booze and left it at that.

Camille stumbled over to her office and shoved open the sticky door. Jace snickered at her failed attempt to stand up straight without falling straight on her ass. Alec pursed his lips and grabbed his bag from behind the counter. "Come on," he told Jace sternly. "We better go home before Mom has a hissy-fit," Jace scoffed and shuffled his way out the door. Two quick strides and he was at his silverly-lucious car. Alec, on the other hand, had to walk all the way around the building to reach his own precious car. His small hand rested on the door handle and only hesitated slightly. It was only eight o' clock, what if he wanted to actually go out to an actual club tonight? He was up for new experiences for some strange reason. His mind wavered over this idea momentarily before he hastily dismissed it and slid easily into his car, the leather squeaking underneath his weight. The engine purred to life as he inserted the key into the ignition. He lovingly stroked the steering wheel before stepping on the gas, effectively causing his head to be slightly pushed back. A grin plastered itself across his face as he turned the sharp corner and headed towards his home.

EDIT: I hope you enjoyed my changes to this chapter! I worked sort of hard on it, and I really hope it paid off! If you liked my first draft of this chapter, I REALLY hope this was better! (Whoa...I am saying 'hope' a whole lot...) Please review and tell me what you thought! Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome as long as it isn't a flame! :) Thank you so much!

That is how I am ending it! I know it wasn't GREAT, but all of my first chapters always are on the suck-ish side. But, after my lovely beta does her magical powers, it will be great! :D I hope you liked it! Review or I will stay up all night with a tub of ice cream…and I'll EAT IT! (Pffff…I'm going to do that anyway! ;))