Alec
Long time no update, sorry!! It's been a crazy summer...Hope you like this oneshot. Thanks a ton to all of you who reviewed and added me to ther alert/favorite list. It means so much to me!! Read and review, as always :)
I scowled into the mirror at my reflection—that is, I think it was my reflection. Magnus had gelled my hair into elaborate spikes, dying the tips a flamboyant blue. As if the hair wasn't enough, he had picked out a blue blazer, green scarf and plaid pants for me to wear too. Jace was never going to let me live this down. I couldn't believe I ever agreed to this.
The doorbell rang, and Magnus clapped his hands in excitement. I groaned and dragged myself up from my seat at the mirror. Magnus threw open the door. "Jace! Clary!" he cried.
I tried to escape around the corner into the bathroom of Magnus' flat, but he grabbed my hand in a viselike grip and dragged me to greet my friends.
Jace looked like he was about to choke. His mouth was turning up into a thrilled grin at my appearance, and I tried to figure out what was the worst he could say. He opened his mouth; probably about to say some really witty comment, but Clary elbowed him in the chest.
"Hi, Alec," she said casually, though I heard the laughter in her voice. I inwardly thanked her for controlling it. "When's the party starting?"
"Half an hour," I said dully.
"I'm just gonna, uh, use the restroom," she said, and I gestured around the corner. She went off, Magnus following but turning back toward the kitchen, leaving Jace and I alone. I walked sullenly back to Magnus' main room and settled myself down on the plush black couch.
"Alright, Jace," I said, "Let's get this over with. What clever insults have you already come up with?"
His face broke out into a wicked smirk. "Alec, I didn't come over here to insult you…only why didn't you tell me you were the fourth Jonas Brother?"
"Ha ha, an ingenious and original joke."
"Did I catch a hint of sarcasm, Oh Fashionable One?"
"Wouldn't dream of it…" I replied unconvincingly.
"Lighten up, Alec. Don't be so serious all the time," he said, flicking his blonde hair back with a jerk of his head.
"At least this is the real me. I think you're just pretending. This wittiness is just a shield."
He sat up; arms still folded behind his head, and gave me a cynical grin. "Oh, no. You can pretend to be serious, you can't pretend to be witty."
Before I could come up with a snappy retort, Clary reentered the room, and Jace's attention automatically shifted to her. As he reached his arm out to receive her, I found myself for once not gazing on in envy. Magnus stood in the doorway, watching. I turned my head and gave him a broad smile, happy for once with what I have.
He blew a kiss in my direction, and I laughed and stood to join him. The doorbell rang again, and he went to answer it. I walked beside him, reaching my hand down to grip his in mine. He squeezed my hand, and I opened the door, ready to face whatever stood behind it.
