WARNING! BoyxBoy. Don't like, don't read.

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Chapter three – Lost Not Forgotten

The clock was almost four in the morning and Magnus was still working, even though the club had closed at two.

"Rough night, huh?" Magnus turned around and saw Camille sitting on a counter. She had her legs crossed, and her platinum blonde hair landed recklessly to her shoulders.

"Not that bad, actually," Magnus answered and smiled. He was gathering all empty glasses and bottles together.

"Because of that blue-eyed hottie? I know that the combination of blue eyes and black hair practically makes you drool," Camille said with amused tone and tied her hair into a bun. Magnus raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't even get to know him, Camille. He left instantly as I went to serve another customer. He didn't even finish his coke," Camille made a face at the word "coke".

"Oh, come on! He must have said something,"

"I only know his name. Now could you please get off from the counter," Magnus said and placed all the bottles and glasses to a sink.

"Shoot," Camille said, as she dropped to the floor.

"Alexander Lightwood. But his tone sounded like he prefers to be called Alec," Magnus said, not raising his eyes from the dishes he had started to wash.

"What a shame, though. Alexander is such a lovely name," he continued. Magnus waited Camille to say something in response, but she was quiet.

"Camille?" Magnus said and turned around. His blond friend's eyes had shot wide.

"Earth to Camille! What is it?" Magnus asked and waved his hand in front of Camille's model-like face. The sleeping beauty finally woke up, blinking her eyes few times, and asked:

"Are you sure his name was Alexander Lightwood?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Magnus answered. He was feeling confused. Camille crossed her arms.

"I should have known it," she said quietly.

"What is it?" Magnus asked for what felt like hundredth time. Camille closed her eyes for a short perioid of time, and then looked Magnus straight to his eyes.

"He is the one who bought Jem's house,"


Alec Lightwood had always been a morning person. Even now, after only three hours of sleep, he woke up at six. He had never understood why people wanted to sleep late. In his opinion, sunrise was the most beautiful time of the day. Alec had drawn his curtains aside, and now the orange-golden sunlight poured into his room. The nature outside his window looked magical, and the emerald green pines reminded him of the bartender's wonderful eyes. Alec was sure, that if he had had more time to sleep, he would have dreamt of Magnus. He knew it was stupid to be so attracted to someone he didn't even know, but he couldn't help it.

As the sun had risen, Alec desided to go to the kitchen and make some breakfast for him and Jace. Jace never had hangover, but after drinking, he always ate like a horse. Alec quietly walked to their kitchen, and grabbed eggs, bacon, butter and toast from the fridge (Jace always wanted to keep their bread and toasts in the fridge, though he never had told Alec why). After placing all the stuff to the kitchen counter, right next to the stove, he took a frying pan out of the kitchen cabinet. Alec was almost as bad in cooking as Izzy was, but he had always succeeded in frying bacon and eggs (when Izzy always burned them, or added some disgusting spices).


As Alec had assumed, Jace woke up around ten. He had been so hungry, that anyone who didn't know him, would have thought that he was an elephant. Jace had also rambled on and on about the hot chicks he had met last night. Even though Jace knew that Alec was gay, he didn't seem to get that Alec didn't give a damn about his girl-adventures. Although, every now and then, Alec felt a tiny pang of jealousy in his chest.

Jace had always been the number one for Alec. Of course he loved Izzy and Max too, but with Jace, it was something very different. Jace had been adopted to the Lightwood family when Jace had been five and Alec six. It hadn't taken Alec too long to learn to love Jace like his other siblings, but as they had gotten older, Alec had started to feel something more. When Alec had turned fourteen, he had finally realised that he was in love with Jace. Of course, he had never told it to anybody, but after a year, Isabelle had guessed it herself. She had never told it to anyone, though.

A voice brought Alec back to the present.

"Can I have have the last one?" Jace asked and pointed to the last piece of bacon.

"Yeah, sure," Alec said, blinking his eyes. Jace smiled and took the piece of bacon between his fingers, not bothering to use the fork. His golden curls were messy, and he was only wearing his black pyjama pants. Alec couldn't help but take a quick glance of Jace's bare chest. "For god's sake, Alec! He's your brother and your best friend," he thought. Jace got up from his chair.

"You would make a perfect wife, Alec. If you were a girl, I would totally marry you," Jace said and flashed a smile. Alec felt his cheeks heating up, but luckily Jace had already turned to the sink.


Magnus was sitting in his favorite café, drinking his favorite drink; milk coffee with whipped cream and cinnamon. He had his black sunglasses on, so no one would see the bags under his eyes. Magnus hated mornings. Especially the ones that he had to face after only five hours of sleep. But now he wasn't here just to spend a normal saturday morning. He was here to see Will.

William Herondale was one of Magnus's best friends. They had known each other forever, and there was a time when Magnus had a massive crush on him. But now those days were gone, and Magnus just needed to talk to Will.

It didn't take too long for Will to show up. The black-haired and blue-eyed man walked to Magnus's table and sat down. He was wearing a black dress shirt and jeans.

"Magnus," he said, and his voice sounded raspy and tired.

"William, I'm glad you came. Though, you could have chosen a better time for us to meet," Magnus said and smiled.

"It is quite hard to find a good time in weekends, for you work all night, and I work all day. The morning was the only suitable time," Will said and smiled too. Magnus took a gulp from his coffee.

"Do you mind waiting for a moment, if I go order myself a coffee?" the black-haired man continued.

"No, I don't mind at all. Go ahead," Magnus said and waved with his hand.

After about five minutes, Will came back to the table with his coffee in one hand.

"I'm sorry it took so long. They just didn't seem to understand the difference between coffee with milk, and coffee with sugar," Will said and rolled his eyes, and Magnus laughed a bit. Will was always so strict about his coffee.

"It happens, you know," Magnus answered.

"It shouldn't happen," Will said and drank from his coffee.

"And could you please take off your sunglasses. I find it very annoying when I can't see your face while I'm talking to you," he continued. "Oh yeah," Magnus thought, "Will was definitely not a morning person,".

"I'd rather not. I didn't have any time to make my face look bearable,"

"Come on, Magnus. It's not like I haven't seen you on your worst. Remember that time when you had a black eye and puke all over your shirt? And your hair—,"

"Yeah, I really would like to just forget about that," Magnus said and took off his sunglasses. Even though the lights in the café were quite dim, they still hurt his eyes.

"Thank you. Now, what did you want to talk about?" Will asked.

"I heard you have sold Jem's house," Magnus answered straight. Will raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, I did. I couldn't afford to keep it anymore. And besides, Jem died almost five years ago. It is a high time to move on," Will said. His voice sounded strong, but there was sadness in his eyes. Magnus wanted to say something to comfort Will, but he had used all the words a long time ago.

"Who told you?" Will asked.

"Camille,"

"Ah, of course she did," Will said.

"Will, I'm sure we can still buy the house back. I can help you with the money. And I'm sure that Camille, Gabriel and Clary would want to help you too. And Tessa—,"

"Tessa has made clear that she doesn't want to be anywhere near me. She has already bought an apartment from New York," Will said and dropped his eyes to the table. His tone was angry and sad at the same time. Magnus closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be. After all, it isn't your fault,"

"I met the new owner yesterday," Magnus said carefully. Will raised his eyes curiously.

"You mean the Lightwood boys?" Will asked.

"Boys? There's more than one?"

"Yes, Jonathan and Alexander. Which one did you meet?"

"Alexander. The one who looks a bit like you," Magnus answered. "But he has more beautiful eyes than you have," he wanted to add.


"Do you want to go out today? Jace shouted from their brown couch. Alec was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He spat the toothpaste to the sink and shouted back:

"Go out or go outside?" He could almost hear Jace rolling his eyes.

"Do you want to go outside, Alec. Happy?" Alec walked to the living room and smirked.

"Yes and yes. Where would you like to go?"

"I don't know. Just walking around maybe. The town centre isn't that far away, is it?" Jace answered and turned his head to Alec's direction.

"No, it's not that far away, so we can easily walk there. We'll probably have to eat there too, couse we really don't have much food in our fridge," Alec answered. They actually needed to buy some food for home too. Jace wouldn't survive alive, if he wouldn't get food.

"Yeah, food sounds very good," Jace said and smiled sheepisly. Alec just sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You're not gonna stay in that shape if you keep eating like a rhino," Alec stated. As response, Jace threw a pillow to Alec's face.


A/N: Here you go! I'm pretty happy with this chapter, though it has not Malec in it. But you have to be patient, right? ;) This chapter's supposed to explain the relationships between the people and stuff... Opinions, please?

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