I pulled into the garage of our apartment building 20 minutes later. Magnus had said that he wanted to change clothes before we went to dinner.

We rode the elevator up to our top floor apartment. As a graduation present for both of us, my parents had bought us this penthouse. I let Magnus do most of the decorating, but I made him town down some of the colors. I gave him free reign on our bedroom, though. The walls of our room were black with neon colors splatter-painted on top. The ceiling was black, too, but it had stars painted on it so it looked like the night sky. We had a hardwood floor, with a lime green rug on it. All of the furniture was made from ebony wood, so it was all black. Our bed was covered in a canary yellow comforter, and the canopy overtop matched, only it was sheer. There was a flat screen TV mounted on the wall at the foot end of our bed. We had a huge walk-in closet full of clothes, and a dresser full of clothes. Magnus had a vanity table covered in his various eyeliners, glitters, and hair products. He had even more in the bathroom too.

Magnus and I had painted the walls, but we had my brother's girlfriend, Clary, paint the ceiling for us. It was fun splatter painting with him. Paint got all over, except for on the floor, since we covered it in plastic. We were even covered in paint, so after, we ended up taking a shower together. Another reason why that is one of my favorite memories.

Magnus dashed into the closet and started searching for whatever outfit he had in mind. I stretched out on our bed waiting for him. 10 minutes later, he strutted out wearing the same black skinny jeans, but now he had silver chains hanging from his belt. He was wearing a hot pink, button-down dress shirt. He ran into the bathroom to do his hair.

When he walked back out, he had his hair in its normal glittery spikes. His eyes were rimmed in black eyeliner, and he had his eyelids dusted in silver glitter. He looked gorgeous.

"So am I acceptable for our night out?" he asked when he noticed I was staring at him.

I got up and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around him and said, "You are more than just acceptable. You look gorgeous."

He smiled and threw his arms around my neck. He leaned in and kissed me, and I wanted to get down on one knee right there. Instead, I let him break the kiss and released all of him but his hand. "You ready to go?" I asked.

"Sure. I'm starving." He laughed.

We rode down to the lobby of our building in the elevator and walked out the front door. Medici's was right down the street, so we walked there instead of fighting with the typical Manhattan traffic.

When we walked in, Belladonna greeted us. Belladonna Medici was a friend of Magnus's from school, and she was the daughter of the man who owned this restaurant.

"Hello Magnus, Alec. Reservations under whose name tonight?" she asked.

"Lightwood," I told her.

"Right this way, boys," she smiled.

She seated us at our usual table in the back, which was set up like I had asked. Belladonna winked at me then walked away to get our menus. I poured two glasses of champagne for us.

"Going all out tonight, I see," Magnus laughed.

"Well we are celebrating, so why shouldn't we?"

He laughed again, and Bella walked up with our menus.

"Here you go, boys. Alec, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.

"Sure, Bella." I said. I looked at Magnus, "Be right back."

I got up and followed Bella to the kitchen, far from our table.

"So you are proposing tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah. After dinner, but before dessert I think. I'm nervous, though. What if he says no?"

"Come on. You and I both know that there is no way in hell that he will say no. I'm surprised he hasn't just proposed to you yet."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he told me that he wondered if you would ever propose to him. And because he just loves you that much."

"I hope you are right about that last part, Bella. I have no idea what I'll do if he says no."

"Now go get back to your man. He looks worried," Bella said with a smirk.

I walked back over to Magnus and sat down.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Nothing, just Bella being nosy. She's in on your surprise, too." I responded.

"When do I get to know my surprise?"

"Soon. Just be patient and trust me, babe." I smiled at him.

He growled at me and said, "It's a good thing I love you so much. Otherwise, I would have probably killed you by now."

I laughed and said, "I love you, too."

Magnus smiled and took a sip of champagne. Bella walked up and took our orders. I ordered the chicken parmesan, and Magnus got the chicken and pepperoni fettuccini. Pretty soon, she came back with our food. Magnus and I shared, stealing off of each other's plates.

After Bella took away our plates and took our dessert orders, I looked at Magnus and took his hand.

"I need to talk to you, Mags."

"Ok. What's up, babe?"

"Ever since the first day I saw you, I've been in love with you. That has only gotten stronger since. And then for some reason, you decided to love me back. You've been there with me through coming out to my friends and family, and just through everything. I can't imagine my life without you in it. I don't even want to think about that. I want to spend the rest of forever with you."

I stood up and got down on one knee, holding the open ring box in front of me.

"So would you, Magnus Bane, make me the happiest man in the world and say you'll be my husband?"

The next three seconds felt like they took a million years. Slowly, Magnus's smile grew until it was a Cheshire cat grin.

"YES!" he screamed and tackled me.

All of the tables around us were staring and starting to cheer, but none of that mattered. The only thing that did was that Magnus had said yes.

He got off of me and let me get up. I slid the silver band onto his finger.

"It's beautiful," he said.

"Not as beautiful as you," I told him.

He hugged me again and whispered in my ear, "Now I have a surprise for you when we get home." He winked at me and we sat back down to finish our dinner.