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"Make it work," a distinctive voice echoed from the TV. Magnus was sprawled on his old beaten up leather couch, his feet propped up on the arm rest, watching as Tim Gunn made his rounds in the work room of Project Runway. It was a bathing suit challenge, and Magnus was having trouble not turning the channel. As much as he loved Tim and Heidi, even he was having difficulty withstanding the torture of swimwear.

"Ah, yes! Bathing suit challenge!" Camille squealed in excitement as she shoved Magnus' feet to the floor. "Oh my god, I love that one!" Magnus glared at her half-heartedly and plopped his feet in her lap, before returning his gaze to the television. Magnus wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"That is hideous," he drawled, picking up the remote.

"Don't turn it!" Camille exclaimed, quickly snatching the remote out of Magnus' hands. Magnus sighed in resignation and reluctantly settled into the cushions to watch.

"Ugly, ugly, ugly," Magnus muttered as the models walked down the runway one after another. Camille glared at him out of the corner of her eye.

"And I suppose you could design something ten times more fabulous," she drawled, smirking to herself.

"You mean ten times more fierce," he replied, grinning widely. Camille's laughter rang through the small apartment they shared. Her head was thrown back, her long blond tresses cascading over the back of the couch. Magnus couldn't help but laugh along. Ever since Christian Siriano had been on Season 4 of Project Runway, Magnus and Camille had adopted his signature phrase. It was one of the things he loved most about Camille. No one else would still laugh along to the same dumb ass joke they'd started over four years ago.

Magnus and Camille had been BFF's since sophomore year in high school. Magnus has just moved to the Big Apple, and was a little bit wary of his new school. His more flamboyant style definitely drew attention, and sometimes not the good type of attention. Magnus had grown used to the odd looks over the years, but starting at a new school was always a bit scary. Magnus had strode into school, drawing heads from girls and guys alike, some in admiration and some in disgust. As he was opening his locker, Camille had strode right over from her gaggle of girlfriends with a huge smile on her face. "I absolutely love your shirt!" she said. They'd been best friends ever since.

A year out of high school and they were still as thick as thieves. They were both attending the local community college, and decided that they would much rather share an apartment with each other than with some random stranger. They were already twins at heart so it was the perfect arrangement. Plus there was the fact that Magnus was constantly borrowing Camille's jeans, and Camille always stole Magnus' make up. Magnus smiled at the fond memories.

"Magnus, why don't you just enter for Project Runway?" Camille asked, suddenly turning to look at him. "You'd kick all of those fashion wannabe's asses." Magnus laughed good naturedly, but shook his head.

"I barely managed to get a decent scholarship, Camille," he replied. "I'm not about to go throw that away for a chance to become a legit designer."

"Oh come on!" she wheedled. "You'd be completely amazing! You know more about fashion and sewing than anyone else I know. You have an innate talent whereas other people are just copy cats."

"Talent or not, I have to be practical, dear," Magnus said, smiling sadly. Camille was beautiful, popular, and a great friend. However, she hadn't been blessed with a wealthy family. Her parents lived from paycheck to paycheck, and couldn't afford to send Camille to a prestigious college. Camille was a wonderful young woman, but she wasn't nearly the top of their class. She'd gotten some federal aid for college and some local scholarships but nothing that would really put a dent into the huge cost that was higher education. Magnus was much in the same boat. He couldn't depend on his parents for financial help. He had to rely solely on himself for paying for college.

"But Maggie," whined Camille, batting her almost translucent blond lashes at him, her startling clear green eyes full of wide eyed innocent.

"Cami, darling, I'll make you slutty cocktail dresses whenever you want," Magnus replied, smiling indulgently. Camille smiled happily and curled up next to her closest friend, curling up so her head was tucked under his chin.

"I really do think you should pursue your love of fashion," she murmured, her voice slightly muffled by Magnus' thin chest. "A BS in marketing is great and all and you'd be wonderful at it, but you should do what makes you happy."

Magnus looked down at Camille in surprise. "Since when are you so insightful?"he asked, completely astonished. Camille was his best friend, but she was pretty unconcerned with the future. She tended to live in the now, not worrying about tomorrow and the troubles the future brought.

"There are many things you still don't know about me my dear Magnus Bane," she said ruefully, her green eyes gleaming. "For instance I happen to be a brilliant physicist and have been offered the Nobel Prize three times. However, I am much too humble to accept such a prestigious award."

Magnus couldn't help but chuckle. "And I suppose you deplore fame and fortune for the sake of the continuation of your work to aid mankind?"

"Of course! My one true aim in life is to a martyr for humanity," she said, sitting up sharply, casting her shoulders back proudly, her head held high. Magnus guffawed. The look was just so un-Camille.

"And this is why I love you," Magnus said, draping his arm around her shoulder. Camille wrapped an arm around his waist, and they simply held each other, content to be in each other's arms. It was moments like this that Magnus truly held dear. Not many people had ever wanted to hold him like this, just for the sake of being close. He'd had his fare share of girlfriends and boyfriends over the years, but none of his flings lasted long. It always just ended up being about a physical relationship. He wished that he could share a moment like this with someone who truly cared for him.

Camille seemed to have picked up on his mood and pulled away from him slightly. She tucked a strand of his silky black hair behind his ear, her fingers trailing over his caramel skin.

"Oh Maggie," she said, smiling sadly. "Come on! Let's go hit the town!" she said, suddenly jumping up to her feet.

Magnus groaned, "Camille I'm really not in the mood." Camille was bouncing eagerly on the balls of her feet, her long hair springing with her movement.

"Don't be such a sourpuss," she said, yanking him to his feet. "Now go and get dressed," she ordered, before disappearing into her own room. Magnus reluctantly went to his room, slamming the door a bit too loudly behind him. He really wasn't in the mood to go and party, but he'd be damned if he went to a club and didn't look his best. Magnus prided himself on always looking like sex on legs. The black skinny jeans he was currently wearing would be more than adequate; they already hugged him like a second skin. He shrugged off his purple v-neck and tossed it in his hamper, before striding over to his closet. He fingered through his dozens of ensembles, looking for just the right combination. His eyes finally landed on the perfect shirt.

He'd bought it a couple weeks ago, and he hadn't worn it yet, waiting for the right occasion. It was a black tee that clung to him in all the right places. Metallic silver splashes of paint were splattered heavily over the shoulders and dripped down to the torso. It was just slightly see through, revealing just enough to draw attention. Magnus slipped it over his crown of spikes and smoothed it down over his flat stomach. Black on black normally wasn't his thing, but he had to admit he looked damn good. The deep vee of the shirt accentuated his lightly muscled chest and exposed Magnus' gloriously tanned skin.

He dug through his vast jewelry collection on top of his dresser, layering necklace after necklace. Small and large chains as well as ornately decorated crosses adorned his neck in heavy strands. He completed his look with a fresh application of mascara and silver glitter eyeliner. He left his lips unadorned with gloss or lipstick, going for a more natural look. He sprinkled a bit more glitter in his hair and gazed back at his reflection. He looked dark and sultry, the combination of silver and black with his dark skin creating a stunning combination.

A knock on his door suddenly snapped him out of his self admiration. "You better be ready," Camille said from the other side of his door. Surprisingly Magnus was. He was ready to dance the night away and play with some pretty boys. He smiled at himself in the mirror before calling out to Camille.

"Coming."

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