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After helping Isabelle load up five closets worth of clothes two days before, Alec became completeley lethargic. He hadn't left the house in the past forty eight hours, but instead watched thirty hours of Netflix and had two hours of showering.

Finally getting motivated, he decided to go out to look for a job. Putting on his best jeans, and his newest t-shirt, still four years old, he left the house feeling ambitious. He walked down to the corner grocery store, knowing that they always hired college and high school students for the summer. Heading straight for the customer service desk at the back, he picked up a job application that was on the table.

Alec sat down in one of the wooden benches by the deli and began filling out his form. About halfway through the paper, a young girl in a green smock walked up to him.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago," she nearly shouted.

Alec looked up completely bewildered, "Uh, I, uh am just-"

"Sorry I'm late, Camille," came a voice from Alec's right. Alec turned a to see a boy with black hair, deep blue eyes and the same muscular build that he had. He was tying a green smock behind his back, his hair falling into his face.

Alec couldn't help but stare. That boy could be his twin.

"Will?" the girl, Camille, said sounding confused.

"What?" he said, looking up at her, then glancing at Alec then back to her.

Camille looked back at Alec shaking her head. "I am so sorry," she said to Alec.

"It's okay," Alec muttered, looking back down at his application.

"What did you do this time?" Will said, his voice teasing and arrogant.

"I thought he was you," she said.

Will looked back at Alec, his eyes fixed on every featur of his face. "What a handsome face," he said, "You look just like me," he joked with a cocky smile. "I'm Will," he said, offering his hand to Alec.

Alec took it, his cheeks pinking a bit, "Alec."

"Great to meet you, Alec," Will said clapping his hands together, "but I must be getting to work. You see, I'm a little late."

Alec just nodded, not knowing what to say. He was still a bit overwhelmed.

"Little my ass," Camille said, thrusting a broom into Will's hands. "Get to work."

"Yes, ma'am," Will said mockingly, following the girl over to the produce aisle.

Alec finished his application, turning it in to the customer service desk before walking back home.

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"Alec," Magnus said, loudly.

Alec's eyes shot open, waking of from his little cat nap. "Huh?" he said, sitting up and wiping at his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Nearly five-thirty. We have reservations for dinner in an hour, so get dressed, sweet pea," Magnus said, pulling the blanket off of his boyfriend.

Unhurriedly, Alec changed into his slacks and button down shirt. "Where are we going, again?" Alec asked as he tied his shoes.

Magnus was leaning against the wall, watching him with an amused expression. "Charme de l'amour."

"Right," Alec said standing up and grabbing his keys. "Shall we go then?" he said, lacing his fingers into Magnus' and leading the way to the car.

They drove across town, keeping up a light conversation along the way.

"How was your day, love?" Magnus asked, rubbing his thumb along the outline of Alec's hand.

Alec, using his other hand to drive, turned onto the main highway with ease. "It was fine. I applied for a job at the grocery store by my house. How was your day?" Alec asked, not mentioning what happened with Camille and Will.

Magnus hummed in delight, "It was lovely. I had lunch and went shopping with my mom. I got a new pair of leather pants. They look absolutely perfect on me."

"Sounds fun," Alec said, pulling into the parking lot of the French restaurant they had reservations.

"It was," Magnus said, checking his hair and makeup as Alec turned off the car. He walked around to Magnus' side, opening the door for him. "Such a gentleman even after all of these years," Magnus said.

Alec took his boyfriend's hand, leading him into the restaurant.

They ate dinner, talking randomly of shows they watched, people they spoke with, and what their plans were for the rest of the week.

"I was thinking that maybe you might want to come over this weekend?" Magnus said, his hand resting gently on Alec's knee. "My dad is going to visit my aunt and my mom is going to babysit my cousin in Vermont."

"Sure," Alec said, sipping at his wine. "I'd love to."

"Excellent," Magnus said, kissing Alec languidly. "I'll go to the store tomorrow to pick up some wine. We can have a comfortable evening in."

Alec smiled, "I can't wait."

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Tal was sitting in his room watching a 1972 poetry reading on Youtube when his step mother came in.

"Talon, Max is here to see you."

"I'll be right down," Tal said, closing his laptop and walking to the living room. Max smiled at him when he entered.

"Hey, Red," he said.

"Hi, Max. What's going on?"

"I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to take a walk with me?" Max asked though his eyes said there was something more serious going on.

"Okay," Tal said, taking Max's hand and leading him out the front door. "What's on your mind?" he asked quietly, watching his feet as he walked.

"I was thinking about the other day," Max began, "You know, when we talked about sex."

Tal's cheeks darkened, but he didn't say anything, willing Max to continue.

"I just want you to know that if anything I do or say makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me. I want you to know I'm not trying to hurt you. Sometimes I get ahead of myself. I need to be given boundaries."

"Max, I..." Tal stopped, trying to come up with the right words. "I feel like I should be doing everything I can to make you happy. I know it sounds silly, but I love it when you go into everything so fearlessly. I wish I had the same confidence, but I don't. I have to test the waters while you just dive in. I guess what I'm saying is that I feel like I'm always one step behind you, holding you back," Tal said, his voice trailing off at the end.

"You're not holding me back," Max said soothingly.

Tal shook his head, "I'm sorry."

Max's brows drew together. "What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry because you can do so much better, but you stay with me," Tal admitted.

Max stopped walking, putting his hands under Tal's chin to make him look up. "I wouldn't leave you for anyone in this world. You're the one I want to be with, and you're the one who makes me whole."

Tal smiled sadly, "Thank you, Max."

Max leaned in kissing him in the most innocent and loving way imaginable. "Thank you, Tal."

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Camille was standing in the alley behind the grocery store, taking her break. Will was standing next to her, lighting up a cigarette.

"So," she said casually, tucking her blonde curls behind her ear, "Alec was pretty cute, huh?"

"Who's Alec again?" Will said, blowing smoke out of his mouth.

"Your look alike," Camille said crossing her arms directly beneath her chest.

"Well if he looks like me, I obviously say he has to be attractive," Will said, watching as a stray cat rummaged through the trash.

"I'm serious, Will," she said with a sigh, "He was filling out an application, so he might be spending a lot of time with us."

"Your point?" Will said, looking over at Camille.

"I thought I might ask him out," she said, "You know. On a date."

Will's eyebrows furrowed, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know," she said casually, "I just thought that if, you know, he started working here, you could kind of talk me up to him. Make him notice me."

"What's in it for me?" he joked, tossing her a smirk before taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Camille rolled her eyes. "I just thought you might want to do it out of the goodness of your heart instead of requesting compensation."

"You don't even know him," Will said after a moment. "He may be a real jerk."

"Like you?" Camille teased, ignoring the glare Will gave her.

"I'm serious, Cam."

"I know. I'll be careful," she said offhandedly, "So will you do it or not?"

Will put out his cigarette, tossing it into the trash can, "Yes. I'll tell him of your wondrous body and your magical powers in bed."

Camille slapped his arm, "No. I want you to tell him how nice and sweet I am. Not how good I am in the bedroom."

Will smirked, "He's a man you know. If you want to draw him near, you tell him about the sex. It's like catnip for us men."

Camille rolled her eyes, "Whatever, just make sure you only say nice things about me, okay?"

"Yes, your majesty," Will said, pushing off of the wall and going back into the grocery store.

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The next morning, Alec was sitting in the living room with a good book when his phone rang. Setting the book down, he grabbed the phone off of the coffee table. "Hello?"

"Is this Alexander Lightwood?" a male voice said.

"Yes, it is," Alec said, "May I ask who's calling?"

"Yes, of course! I'm Mr. Branwell from the grocery store. I was just calling to set up a job interview. Are you free today?" the man said in a jolly voice.

"Absolutely," Alec said.

"Wonderful! How does eleven fifteen sound to you, young man?"

"Perfect," Alec said, checking his watch to see that it was ten thirty. "I'll be there."

"See you then," Mr. Branwell said, hanging up the phone.

Alec smiled. For some strange reason, the idea possibly running into Camille and Will again made him extremely excited.

He just hoped his job interview would go alright.

Running up stairs, he took a quick shower, spraying on just a small amount of cologne. He picked a nice pair of olive tan khaki pants and a black short sleeved button down shirt.

He made it down to the grocery store exactly five minutes early. He went back to the customer service desk, seeing an elderly lady sitting there answering call and orders for groceries to be delivered. She looked up at him and smiled.

"What can I do for you, hun?" she said with a heavy southern accent.

"I have a job interview with Mr. Branwell," Alec said as politely as he could.

"Let me just get one of the workers to lead you into his office," she said, reaching with her fake nails to pick up the intercom. "Camille Belcourt, report to customer service."

Alec stood their, picking at his fingernails nervously. He saw Camille walking up one of the aisle, her blonde hair pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. Her green smock covered a majority of her white and pink ruffled shirt and blue jeans. Something about seeing her just made Alec even more nervous.

"Well, look who we have here," she said with a smile. "What do you need, Darla?" she said turning her attention to the customer service desk.

"Take this young gentlemen to Mr. Branwell's office, will you?"

"Absolutely," she said. "Come on, Alec." She led the way, opening the door to the employees only section. They didn't have time to talk due to the fact that his office was the first door on the right. "This is it. Good luck on your interview," she said.

"Thanks," Alec said, his voice sounding weird in his own ears. He watched as she walked away, her hips swaying.

He gently knocked on the door, hearing a cheerful, "Come in," from the other side of the door. Alec walked in, closing the door carefully behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Branwell," Alec said, offering his hand to the older man. "I'm Alexander Lightwood."

"Alexander," Mr. Branwell said, "Have a seat."

Alec sat down, being sure to use proper posture.

"According to your application, you are a straight A student, you volunteer at your college, and you are willing to work whenever needed."

"Yes, sir," Alec said, folding his hands in his lap.

"Well, to be honest with you, Alexander, we just need someone to check out customers, stock shelves, and sweep the floor. It's no glorious job, and you'll only be paid minimum wage."

"I understand."

"Excellent," Mr. Branwell said, his jolly red cheeks pulling into a smile. "Welcome aboard; you got the job."

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