A/N- Thanks for all of your reviews! They made me happy. Here's number two! Enjoy!
Disclaimer- Bitch, I don't own nothing. Stop making me say it.

Another passerby glared at me from my spot against the outside wall of the library and I shoved my hands in my dirty pockets, trying to protect my bare fingers from the cold December air. It surprised me that anyone was even outside that day; according to the newspaper that was thrown at me earlier it was Christmas Eve.

Almost four years had passed and yet I was still on the streets, barely surviving on my own. No one would talk to me but I got glared at and beaten up all the time. It was Manhattan; of course no one would try to help me.

"That poor Lightwood boy," they would say when they passed, shaking their head with pity. "His mind isn't the same anymore."

Truth is I wasn't crazy at all. I simply didn't speak or interact with anyone else, fearing what would happen. No, I was completely sane… just gay.

My parents kicked me out when I told them on my 18th birthday; they just threw me out of the house and cut me off completely. I was used to a life of ease and luxuries, always having someone wait on me and never having to worry about finances. Being forced into the real world without a clue had taken a toll on me.

At first, I felt like I could survive on my own so I got a job and an apartment, all the while taking classes at the local community college. The only problem was that the job I had was only part-time so I could go to school, and no other jobs would hire me because I didn't have my degree. Eventually, I got fired and had to quit school. My apartment's rent skyrocketed and I could no longer pay for it so they kicked me out, too.

The kind ladies at the library had let me stay there for a few weeks, insisting I go to child services, but that wouldn't have worked because I was already 18. The library had been a second home to me anyways but then it started losing business because everyone in town was convinced that I was a total loony tune.

Much to my dismay, the librarians had to send me out on my own as well and I had to live on the streets, surviving on scraps from grocery stores and food markets alone. It took near death from starvation to finally make me dig through trash cans to find food. It was horrible and degrading but I didn't want to die, just in case there was still some hope for me.

There wasn't.

My stomach growled and I clutched at it with my gloved hand. The fingers of said gloves were cut off; they were abandoned in an old dumpster so of course I took them, but they didn't do much to protect me from the frigid air.

It had been nearly three days since I'd eaten anything and I could easily count all of my ribs. Usually I only went one day without food, but with the holidays close by everyone was stocking up on food. I had seen in the newspaper that a snowstorm was supposedly about to hit, and I would be lying if I said I was surprised. It was just my luck.

It growled again, more painful that time, and I curled into a ball against the wall of the library, letting the tears in my eyes slip down my cheeks only to freeze there.

Something white and fluffy in the sky fell onto my knee, disappearing into the fabric of my ratty jeans. I looked up, coming to face many more of the tiny crystals falling from the clouds above. It was snowing, and getting harder by the minute.

I walked down the slick street to a nice little shop near the library, humming to myself with a small smile on my face. It was Christmas Eve and my best girlfriend Camille was bugging me all day every day about what I was going to get her. My idea was to buy the best lipstick in the world and then find her gift. Dipping my finger into the bag of potato chips I was eating, I sighed contently and kept grinning. I didn't usually eat junk food, but hey, it was the holidays.

The icy patches on the sidewalk were tricking me constantly and the tight, knee length coat I had on wasn't helping keep me warm all that well. My goal was to get to the store, buy my lipstick and designer boots for Camille, then get home before the blizzard started.

I stopped short when I saw someone through the snowflakes out of the corner of my eye and almost fell on my ass. My fashion sense may have been superb, but designer boots had no traction whatsoever.

A bundled yet breathing mess leaning up against the outside of the library made me do I double take and my feet were carrying me over to the person before I knew why. It was a man; I could tell by the way he was sitting. What shocked me was not that he was outside in the middle of an oncoming blizzard, but that he was hardly wearing any clothing. He was worse off than I was, only wearing a threadbare sweater and I pair of jeans. Well, at least he was wearing boots. I bet his toes were warm. But his long dark hair fell almost to his shoulders without a hat to keep his ears toasty.

Wait, I thought as he lifted his head up to look at the sky. I know you.

It was Alexander Lightwood, from my old school. We went to so-called 'college' together, down at the community center on Main Street. He had stayed there for a few semesters and seemed like a pretty okay kid. We weren't very close but you could say we were friends… Actually, I had a huge crush on him but then he seemed to disappear and I gave up on him.

The rumor around town was that he had gone crazy, but he didn't look crazy. He just looked cold and lonely so I continued toward him.

When I knelt down in front of him, he flinched and flattened himself against the brick wall, attempting to shy away from me. My appearance probably didn't help to make me look less intimidating either.

I usually wore more glitter than I had that day, but my makeup was bright and sparkly, my clothes even brighter, and my hair spiked up with about seven different shades of silver and blue and green in it. I didn't seem very friendly from afar.

"Alexander?" I asked softly. His perfect blue eyes took on a hint of realization after a few moments of him staring at me. Those gorgeous eyes drifted down to the bag of potato chips hungrily and I handed it to him. I expected him to dig into it and stuff his face with the salty goodness -he was so gaunt and pale that he couldn't have eaten anything lately- but he hesitantly took out a chip and nibbled on it all the while staring at me with his big doe eyes.

I remembered then why I fell for him.

"Alexander," I said again. "Do you remember me?"

He started eating the chips faster as he figured out that they were safe to eat but kept his eyes on me. It took a few seconds, but he nodded and cleared his throat. "You're Magnus," he said in a scratchy voice, probably from underuse. "Right?" I noticed that he had frozen tear tracks on his porcelain skin. I believe something in my heart cracked at that moment.

"I know you're not crazy," I said quietly. "You just need someone to help you."

He nodded and sniffled, handing me the now empty bag. "Thanks for the chips," he whispered.

"Come with me," I said, standing up and stretching my back. I held down my hand for him to take but he just looked at it. "I'll buy you some real food and get you somewhere warm to stay."

"N-no, that's not… you don't have to," he stuttered. "It's fine, really."

Sighing, I grabbed his gloved hand and forced him to his feet. The tips of his fingers were freezing. "I really want to help you," I said. "It's not a problem at all. Just think of it as a friend helping another friend."

"But-"

"Alexander," I said firmly, walking briskly to the department store. "It's Christmas Eve. No one deserves to be on the streets during the holidays."

He stopped me before we entered the store and met my eyes. "Thank you," he said, so much power behind those two words.

I smiled at him and he smiled a shy one back at me. "No need to thank me," I said. "It's my pleasure."

A/N- Magnus is such a sweetie! You gotta love Magnus freaking Bane! If you do, then review right now. I think I might continue this to a real story once I'm done with the seven other oneshots and my three other stories… Heh, yeah I've got a lot of writing going on. :D School starts on Monday so I'll be even busier but I will try my damnedest to update regularly. Peacealate brochachos!
-Ella, who would totally date Magnus Bane if Alec hadn't gotten there first.
P.S. - The last chapter title (Cemetery Drive) was from Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Does anyone know which one this is from? *cough*mbrattoo*cough*