Hello there, this is my first fanfic and I've chosen to make it an Malec AU. It's a long one-shot that's going to probably be two chapters, unless anyone wants it continued...if anyone actually reads it, that is. In which case I'll try doing a whole high school story. Anyway, enjoy chiquitas!
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns all these lovely characters, but I can take credit for the setting and such! Huzzah!
Alec Lightwood hated Halloween. That was all he could think about while he sat on the couch in the corner of a stranger's living room, observing the party raging on around him. Why was this an annual celebration? It just gave girls an excuse to dress in more revealing clothing, for guys to feign confidence, and the opportunity for free drinks without police involvement.
He sighed. What agitated him about these facts was that although he tried to blend in with the background till the day he graduated, he was part of this group. At least, to any onlooker he was. Here he was, dressed in a black and white striped shirt and one of Max's black hero masks, Zorro probably.
He glanced around with the laziness of a guard dog for the source of his current misery. They stood at separate ends of the small living room, Isabelle on the far right of him and Jace on the left. She had gone out tonight as a demon, dressed in a tight black dress, fishnet tights, studded leather boots, and her signature snake bracelet. She said it warded off the good guys. Pirates and vampires and jocks dressed as jocks surrounded her. He smiled to himself. She definitely had them whipped.
Jace had gone as "that wolf guy from Twilight". When he had gone downstairs to meet Alec and Izzy for the party and said this, both had rolled their eyes, knowing it was just an excuse to walk around a party full of desperate girls shirtless. He did pull it off well, though, and Alec noticed the many eyes followed both him and Izzy around the party-goers.
A sudden glimmer at the corner of his eye distracted him from his guard duties and caught his attention. A cop walked in. Well not a real cop, it was a boy from school he hoped, but not just any boy; a tall, mysteriously handsome, I-don't-give-a-shit-what-anyone-thinks boy. "Wow," was the word that popped into Alec's head.
The boy wore deep blue pants that sparkled when they caught the light, along with a bedazzled golden belt and black shirt reading "Frisk you?" His dark hair shimmered like his pants and had blue highlights that matched his outfit well and made Alec a little uncomfortable where he sat out in the open. The smile on his face was effortless and had a hint of a predatory intentions on it. He strolled through the crowd, greeting many people, including Isabelle, on his way to nowhere in particular while he swung his police hat around his hand.
The boys gaze finally landed on Alec, making direct eye contact for what felt to Alec him like five whole minutes. The cop boy's smile grew when the shy boy on the couch quickly looked away, a blush forming on his pale cheeks after only two seconds of eye contact. Alec tried to distract himself by playing with the hem of his shirt and staring at his black boots. The irony of a policeman making you feel uncomfortable, he thought, looking up again.
The handsome stranger was not where he had been a second ago, and Alec's disappointment felt like a weight inside of him. He tried looking around the room discreetly for the sparkling man when there was a slow but evident dip in the couch beside him. Just like when Church creeps into my room and jumps on my lap while I'm reading, the blushing boy thought absently. The blue-eyed burglar turned his head to find himself looking directly into the golden-green eyes of the cop.