Its been a week or so.

"Bitch, what do I do? Its not like I can go and brutally murder his dad or anything." I demand from Magnus, who smiles slowly.

"Yes, you can. I'll even do it. Suffercate him in his sleep with glitter, laugh as he coughs up blood and glitter. It'll be like a Kesha music video had a baby with Gaga. " He tells me, I consider it for a second. Then bark out a laugh, Valentine covered in glitter. What would we say to the coroner? Yep, he ate a jar of glitter for a buck. Its so sad. Hay, can you take a picture for me? This needs to go on my wall. What? No, I'm not happy he's dead. What ever made you think that?

I shrug, letting myself fall onto his bed, moaning.

"Are you two having sex? " Magnus' mother, Lillith, demands from downstairs, sounding hopeful.

"Nope, still gay mom! " He yells back.

"Fucking damn it." She screams, a loud bang following. "Don't be like you father, Magnus. Do not go transexual and then decide you wanna be a man again, then leave you pregnant wife to go to France with a man hooker and I then come back a straight man. Then be gay again two months later." She wails, Magnus sighs.

"I won't mom. I'll go to Canada."

"That's a good boy." She says happily, you can practically hear the proud tears in her eyes.

My phone goes off, screaming and moaning to go faster. Magnus cocks his head to the side, listening as I dive for it.

"Is that Izzy? " He asks, I grin, nodding. He gives me a slightly disturbed look and motions for me to answer.

"No, I won't have sex with you." I say after pushing the green button.

"Whoa, I'm still gay. Okay? Not having sex with you." Jace booms from the other side of the line. I laugh at his panicked voice.

"What cha need? A transsexual man whore to run away to Canada with? I have one of those spare." I tell him, there's a pause then "what the hell? " he roars at me. Magnus sits next to me on his bed.

"I'm only okay with this if he is so sexy I have a orgasm just from his voice, okay? " Magnus explains, I nod. Its seems legit.

"So you up for it? " I ask Jace.

"Uh, no? I think I'm good. I'm scared of Canada anyways."

"Scared of Canada? "

"Ducks..." He trails off, then makes an odd man squeak.

"I'm okay. Anyways, how are you? " He asks, much to casual.

"What do you want? " I demand, laying on a pillow shaped like a boob. I got it for Magnus last year for valentines day.

"I'm...uh...in...uh...you know, that one place called...uh...jail? " He mutters out. I bolt up, hitting my head on Magnus' chin. We fall down in a flurry of swears and glitter and boob pillows.

"...are you okay? " Jace demands.

"Your in JAIL,?! " I yell at him, Magnus gives me a goofy grin, rubbing his jaw.

"Bad boys are hot." He purrs out.

"Yeah, I got into a verball fight with a ten year old. I acdidently called him a dipshit. His mom freaked out and called the cops. Man, all of this over a freaking box of Strawberry Shortcake fruit snacks. Sorry, I didn't know who to call. My father refuses to acknowledge my existence, unless he's shoving porn at me. My God, those poor woman." His voice goes distant and traumatized.

"How the hell did your dad, a priest, might I add, get ahold of that kind of porn? What religion is he into anyways? " I ask, momentarily forgetting he's in jail.

"I have no clue. Religion scares me. Its like "worship me, no worship me bitch or you'll go to hell, they lie! Come to me child, i swear I won't rape you! But wait there's more! " like some infomercial. Its , I need someone to get me. My car's at my house. At least it was. It could be anywhere by now. France, through someone's house, the pound, hell, Disney World, the pound, my driveway, the pound. I really hope its in the pound. "

"Why? "

"I drive a fucking Prius! " He yells at me. Heaving.

"Dude, calm your man tits. Its okay, I'll get you." And before he go off about cars or ducks I hang up.

"Are you having sex yet!? " Lillith asks.

*groans* No motivation. Actually, I have motivation but I can't figure out how to get to where i want to get and I'm lazy. We always got to point out that I'm lazy and Cytus controlls my life.(you know if I had one. And Cytus is a game.) Anywho, The next chapter is going to have a drunk Percy Jackson in it. Because no story of mine can be done without a drunk Percy in it. I dont own TMI or Kesha or Gaga or blah blah blah, you get the point.

~Lace