Magnus woke up to his cat on his face and Alexander Lightwood beating him with a pillow.
"Get up," Alec said, whacking Magnus with his pillow. "MMmmf," Magnus complained. "Awaken!" Alec cried, waking Magnus with his pillow again. "I don't wanna," Magnus moaned. "Your first class of the year starts in two hours, and I know you take forever to do your hair." "ugh," Magnus complained, shoving Chairman Meow off his face and getting up. "Is it Monday already?" "Yes," Alec said, "and it is also noon. Your class starts in two hours." "Shit," Magnus said. "Okay, unless you want to watch me get dressed, get out." "Don't go back to sleep." "Are you my mother? Get out." Magnus took off his shirt and hit Alec with it. "Alright! I'm going!" he cried, and left Magnus's room. Magnus approached his closet and stared into the depths; he had set up a little glitter display with a few pieces of cardboard so he could see every bottle of glitter easily. After lots of contemplation, he pulled out combat boots, a black t-shirt with a yellow lightning bolt on it, black skinny jeans with more rips than necessary, and a bottle of white glitter. He got dressed quickly and headed into the living room to get coffee, when he noticed Alec was asleep. An evil smile crept over Magnus's face as he launched himself at the hypocrite. "ATTACK!" he screamed, landing on Alec. Alec let out a groan and shoved Magnus off while Magnus laughed hysterically. He stood up, still laughing, and made himself and Alec a cup of coffee, but he only put sugar in Alec's, the way he noticed Alec liked it. "Seriously, you hypocrite, you need to get up." Handing Alec the coffee he had made him, Magnus went back to his room to do his hair and drown in shiny stuff.
An hour and a half later, Magnus glanced in his mirror. His hair was gelled up awesomely, he had white glitter all in it, and he had on gold eyeliner with even more glitter. He looked really hot, in other words. Magnus headed back into the living room, and upon seeing Alec coming out of his bedroom, Magnus flopped onto the couch in a seductive pose. "Draw me like one of your French girls," he purred, winking at Alec. Alec's face twisted in horror, and Magnus laughed. "Just because we live together does not make that okay." Alec said, horrified. Magnus grinned; Alec didn't, sadly - Magnus thought his smile was cute. In fact, he thought everything about Alexander was cute - his blue eyes, his graceful way off walking, like he was beautiful but didn't know it; it made Magnus happy just to look at him. Not that he liked him or anything, he just found him extremely attractive. Magnus headed into the kitchen, filling Chairman Meow's food bowl with cat food. "ALEC!" Magnus yelled. "I'm right here," Alec said from the living room. "Don't yell." "Don't tell me what to do," Magnus joked. "Seriously, come here, though." Alec groaned and got up, walking into the kitchen. "What?" He asked. Magnus stared at him. "What?" Alec asked again. "I have no idea, honestly," Magnus admitted. "I have to go to class now." "Have fun?" Alec said, and Magnus slipped on his jacket and left.
"IT IS OFFICIAL," Magnus proclaimed later that night, as Alec came back into the dork from his Geometry class. "What?" Alec asked. "I AM THE BEST INTERIOR DESIGNER TO EVER LIVE," Magnus happily held up his paper, with a big 100 at the top. "Um-" Alec started, but Magnus cut him off. "So, we had to do this thing, were we designed something, just so the professor could see our work, and MINE IS THE BEST." "Good job," Alec said awkwardly, sitting next to Magnus on the couch and playing on his phone. "You are no fun Alexander," Magnus said, turning the TV onto Project Runway. Alec looked up from his phone and said, "Turn that off immediately." "I will not," Magnus said stubbornly. "I like this show." "You have a horrible taste in shows, then." At that moment, the host Of Project Runway, Tim Gunn, gasped on screen. Magnus chuckled at his perfect timing, and Alec shook his head and went back to his phone.
The next day, Magnus and Alec walked to trig together, and Alec really didn't understand dirty jokes, Magnus observed. He was so innocent, it was kind of a shame what college was guaranteed to do to him. They found classroom 608 easily, and slid into to empty desks. Other students were standing around, some sitting, some standing, and one was at the front of the class, making fun of the teacher. Then, the real teacher walked in, and he quickly rushed to his seat. The teacher scowled, but said nothing, and all the standing students took a desk. The teacher, Mrs. George, drew a triangle and wrote two things on the board - a=30 b=60. Alec did a bit of thinking, then raised his hand, along with one other girl who had on thick glasses and really needed a manicure. Magnus felt silent pity for her and barely heard Alec say the answer - 90 - and Mrs. George nodded. "Good, Alexander," she said. The rest of the period proceeded the same; Magnus silently judging people and Alec getting a bunch of answers right, along with that nerdy girl with bad cuticle beds. At the end, the professor assigned a ton of homework, and told them to buy their textbooks by next week, and dismissed them. Magnus gathered his things and waited for Alec, who was returning a borrowed pencil to the teacher. When he got back, he looked at Magnus, confused. "Why didn't you answer anything?" Alec asked. "You wouldn't be here if you couldn't do it." "I can," Magnus said. "I just don't. I hate trig." "But it's important information." Magnus sighed dramatically, and Alec smiled.
Back at their dorm, it was eight at night, and Alec and Magnus were still doing homework. "What did you get for eight? I got Waterloo," Magnus said, turning from his chair at the kitchen table to look at Alec, who was perched on the couch in the living room. Alec looked up. "We are doing math," Alec said slowly. "How did you get Waterloo?" Magnus smiled. "I am joking, Alexander." "Alec." "Whatever. I never asked, how was geometry yesterday?" "Boring," Alec said. "We had a quiz. I got a 97, but I could've done better." Magnus let out a low whistle. "My roommate is a genius," he said. "Remind me to write that down." In the middle of finding the area of a triangle with two missing angles, Camille, Magnus's best friend, called. Magnus answered, slightly annoyed. "What is the square root of 144?" he asked her when he answered. "12," she replied hurriedly. "Now, I NEED ADVICE." "About what?" Magnus asked, abandoning all hopes of homework and twirling his pencil between his fingers. "Boys," Camille said. "Oh! Boy problems. Spill. Now." Magnus demanded. "Well, you know that guy Ragnor?" Camille asked. "Yes," Magnus said, recalling him from last year. "Pretty eyes. Bad hairline." "He asked me out," Camille squealed. "Well?" "I said yes." Magnus grinned, putting his pencil down. "You will be the death of me, Camille Belcourt. Why on earth did you say yes?" Camille made a noise like a dying piglet and launched into an explanation of Ragnor and some kiss. Magnus only half payed attention, because the other half of him was paying attention to Alec. He had finished his trig homework, and was now he was curled up in a little ball with a book in his hand, as if his life depended on keeping the book safe long enough to read it. Intently scanning the page, Alec didn't seem to notice Magnus watching him. Magnus wondered what book he was reading. It was an old book, held together by old thread and tape, and the binding was bent and frayed, but from the way Alec looked at it, you would think it was 14 karat gold. "Magnus," Camille said suddenly. "Are you even listening to me?" "Yes," Magnus replied, and it was only halfway a lie. "Ragnor kissed you. Congrats. Good job. Want an award?" Camille let out a long theatrical moan. "I said, after that, you need to help me figure out to what to day on Friday!" Magnus assumed they had a date and he just hadn't listened when she said it, so he figured sarcasm was the way to go. "Let out your soul, Camille. Tell him you love the way his eyes glisten when he sees how far he can shove his tongue in your throat before you gag, and-" "Enough. Jesus, Magnus!" Camille shrieked. Magnus sighed. "Fine. Small talk is always good. But, for the life of me, do not bring up the weather. Please." Magnus begged, glaring at an innocent triangle on his papers. Camille laughed. "Alright. I have to go, I need sleep." Magus made a comment about sleep being for the weak before Camille clicked off the line. "Your girlfriend sounds like she's cheating on you," Alec said, and he would have made a valid point, had Magnus and Camille been dating. "She's not my girlfriend. Not my type." Alec snorted. "What is your type then? I've seen her; if you aren't into her, you have weird taste. Or you're as straight as a curly fry. Either one." Magnus laughed. "The latter suits me more," he stated. "Lack of being straight, and curly fries? The french fry gods must be pleased with me." Alec laughed.
The rest of the week was a blur. All Magnus really could recall about it later was stupid triangles and Alec mentioning he was studying the structure of the Parthenon in his free time, and the time he and Alec went to the pet store to get the Chairman a new toy. Alec accidentally stepped on it, and while Magnus insisted it was okay, Alec was determined to buy him a new jingly ball. So, Magnus trailed after him instead of being alone. "I just don't get it," Alec was complaining, weaving his way through the aisles. He had a fast pace, and Magnus found himself having to focus to keep up. "Why would they carve it out of such soft rock? Marble would have been so much more effective!" "One," Magnus started, "If I am correct in assuming you're off about the Parthenon again," Alec made a weird noise. "They didn't have many geologists back then. And two, it looked way better." Alec snorted. "Efficiency before looks," he muttered. "Faction before blood," Magnus agreed. Alec stopped his work of glaring at overpriced cat toys and spun around to look at Magnus. "Divergent," he said, voice barely above a whisper. Magnus grinned.
Saturday was nice. After a busy week of work, Magnus and Alec just got to be lethargic all day. That it, except for when the Lightwoods Skyped. A hot pink wall was partially covered by three kids sitting on a four poster bed, smiling. From the way Alec had spoken, his sister Isabelle was on the center, her left was Jace, and to her right was Clary. "How is college, Alec?" Clary asked. "Good!" Alec said, smiling. "Did you know Ancient Greeks were idiots? Limestone instead of marble? NO. Want to know a great architectural piece? The Arch. Did you know-" "7,560 inches tall," the boy Jace spewed out. "Made of steel on concrete," the girl Clary piped up. "The arch is a catenary curve?" Isabelle finished, smiling. "Honestly, you never stop spewing these facts." Alec stuck his tongue out at her, and she laughed, and as they goofed about, a pang of sadness washed over Magnus.
It must be nice to have a family.
Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FORGIVE ME I AM SO BUSY STUDYING FOR STATE TESTS I CAN'T BREATHE AGH. Anyway, some more usual notices. The facts about the Partenon are not correct, but I actually Googled facts in the arch for that part. Hope you like.