I think I might switch up the point of view somewhere in this chapter. I need to get a feel for Akol, but Magnus is my favorite. D: I'm starting with Magnus as per usual. And yes I know, I shouldn't pick favorites. I can't help it. Magnus oozes awesome.

Also, I need to update my disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments Series belongs to Cassandra Clare, as well as Magnus, Alec, Isabelle, Clary, and any other characters of her's that I mentioned or may well mention.

Akol and Samantha are creations of my own though.

After writing this I felt I need to add a little warning about the text messages. While in Magnus's point of veiw only the first one is something Akol said, the rest are Magnus's replies. You'll see it'll make sense. Promise.

Magnus sighed falling theatrically onto his bed, which still remained yellow, though certainly not the same beding from 50 years past. The sigh was half weariness and half unjustified contentment. He scolded himself for it. He shouldn't be so happy about this. He should be freaking out.. or.. well, he defiantly shouldn't be so damn expectant. There was a good probability the boy wouldn't call him at all. or ever reappear again. He'd been shocked when Alec responded to him, it would be a miracal if it happened again.

He let his eyes shift over to the table where his phone laid attached to a charger. He stared at it willing it to go off. It would make his day... uh, night. He sighed again and rolled so he was facing the opposite direction. He decided he should probably change out of his party clothes and get all that make up off his wash his hair. He sat up, looking at the phone again for a moment before he stood up and stretched, hearing a few thing pop as the adjusted back to shape. He slinked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, proceeding with his nightly routine.

* * *

The streets were filled with downworlders leaving the party. Akol didn't want to sift through them all to find his so-called friends. He pulled out his phone and hit the first contact. He chewed on his lip lightly as he listened to the phone ringing, waiting fo his friend to pick up. On the second ring he was greeted with "Cheater."

He blinked in suprise "What?"

"Very funny. You knowwhat. We saw you talking to Magnus Bane. and not even two minutes later he made everyone leave. There's something fishy about that Akol, and you're not going to get out of this one."

Akol sighed "Look, Friner, it's not like I made him stop the party. He just told me he was."

"Likely story, cheater."

"Shut up Friner."

He heard the otehr warlock laugh "Oh and we saw him write something on your arm to. What was it?."

Akol felt his face heat at the memory, Magnus's number was still on his arm in the high warlock neat scwral "Nothing." he said lamely.

"Liar."

Akol felt a growl in his throat "Okay Friner I'm done. I played the bet and I won, so just get over it." he snapped the phone closed, and he stood fuming in the street. A few downworlders looked at him momentarily as they passed by, but never for very long. He stood still for a long time, not sure what he was doing, but more that he just was. After a while all the downworlders were gone and he was standing on the street alone about fifty feet from Magnus's flat.

He looked up and over at the flat and saw that there was a single light on illuminating a small area directly in front of the building. Akol sighed and rested his back against a wall trying to convince himself to just leave, but it was as if something was keeping hime there, urging him to go back even. He fought the urge and spun so his back was facing the building and marched of into the night.

* * *

Next Day. Noon-ish.

Magnus groaned and stretched, there was light pouring in from a spot in the curtains that weren't closed correctly, and it happened to be directly in his face. He waved the curtain closed but it was too late now, he was already up. He sat up and immediatly drug himself to the bathroom. Unlike last nights scrub face and rinse hair routine, he was taking a shower. And a damn good one at that. He hauled himself in and let the water wake him up. He was always such a wonderful person in the morning.

Shower accomplished and attire put on he made his way to the bathroom once more to start his make-up and hair routine. He wouldn't be leaving the bathroom any time soon. While distracted by his beauty routine, Magnus didn't hear his phone going off in his bedroom. It rang for a while and then stopped, then shortly following there was a different sound that accompanied a text message.

Magnus was suprised to find that he had a missed call and a text, both from the same number. He opened the text and read over the message.

You know, if you tell someone to call you, you're generally supposed to answer.

Magnus chuckled at the text. So Akol had been the one to call. He was easy to assume that Magnus didn't just hand out his number to everyone. A devious smile appeared, well the boy had called him so there was a chance he could be interested, why not take an opprotunity to mess with him a bit. Magnus typed a reply back.

I'm sorry, but who is this? I don't remember a thing that happened at my party last night.

Smirking he hit send and plopped onto his bed waiting for the response. It didn't take long. Amused Magnus replied again.

Darling don't take it personally, it happens all the time.

Again the reply came promptly.

Well only in the case of young warlocks with dark hair who don't like the party scene.

This time there were several minutes before the next reply. More amused than before Magnus replied.

So I did. But it was all in good fun. But maybe you should call me soon. I tend to be lest devious with spoken words than typed ones.

He smiled at his enticing words. They were almost garunteed to work.

* * *

Akol sat uncomfortably in a stool located i his small kitchen in his small apartment. He still had his phone in his hands and he was feeling completely stupid. He didn't know what had possessed him to actually call the High Warlok, let alone text him after he didn't answer. He should have figured that Magnus was just messing with him. But that wouldn't make sense with the fact that Magnus had ended the party early for him. So Akol sat swiveling absently in the stool, one hand clutching his phone, and the other drumming on the counter.

He jumped a bit when his phone vibrated in his hand but he quickly flipped it to see who it was

I'm sorry, but who is this? I don't remember a thing that happened at my party last night.

Oh really? He didn't doubt that Magnus could get that drunk at his own party, but some how Akol didn't buy it

I was the one you bumped into.

He left out the part about giving him his number and ending the party, but he figured that would jog his memory. When the reply came he had two thoughts 1.) Magnus was a filthy man whore or 2.) Magnus was messing with him.

Then you hand out your number to anyone you bump into?

The question would confirm one of the two thoughts. And ah, thankfully, it was the latter. But still Magnus had just gone at of his way to mess with him. Akol found him self a little miffed.

You lied to me about not knowing who this was.

Is what he finally typed and sent after much debate. Akol read the next message and flushed. Of course it would be a ploy to get him to call the high warlock. But Magnus was obviously clever. Because, it worked. With a deep breath Akol rested his finger over the call button for a moment before he jammed it down and held the phone to his ear.

Still confused with the texts?

I've got them laid out below.

A: You know, if you tell someone to call you, you're generally supposed to answer.

M: I'm sorry, but who is this? I don't remember a thing that happened at my party last night.

A: I was the one you bumped into.

M: Darling don't take it personally, it happens all the time.

A: Then you hand out your number to anyone you bump into?

M: Well only in the case of young warlocks with dark hair who don't like the party scene.

A: You lied to me about not knowing who this was.

M: So I did. But it was all in good fun. But maybe you should call me soon. I tend to be lest devious with spoken words than typed ones.

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