Hey guys, just a quick note here at the beginning. I listened to The Fray - Heartless while writing the entire second part of this chapter, so I recommend you listen to it while you read it!

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"Magnus, what are you doing?"

Magnus was standing with a pictureframe in his hand. He was standing by my shelves, his head leaning forward to look at the picture, and a wide smile lit up his entire face. I had been in the kitchen, but I hadn't been gone for more than a minute or two. He looked at me, but didn't put the picture down, nor did he move even the slightest out of place.

"I was just looking at this picture. How old were you when this was taken?"

He held the picture frame so I could see the picture. It was a picture of me and Isabelle, arms around each others shoulders, and both of our faces were almost split in half in giant smiles. I had been seven at the time, and Isabelle were five. On the picture we were standing on a field full of grass and flowers, and you could see a horse in the background.

"Seven. I hate that picture."

His brows furrowed together and he looked at the picture, trying to find what was wrong with it. He couldn't find it, so I decided to tell him.

"My dimples."

"What? Come on, Alexander, your dimples were cute. Still are."

I shook my head a little bit, but realised he couldn't see.

"I hate them."

"Well, lucky they're not as 'bad' now then, huh?"

I bit my lip and walked over to him, taking the picture from his hand. I put it back on the shelf, putting it in exactly the right angle. He watched me while I did this, still smiling at me. He then proceeded to take another one of the pictures standing on one of the shelves. This was a newer one, taken only a couple months back. This one was of Jace and I. Jace was standing with both arms around me, I was pinned to a wall, and he was leaning closer to me as if he was whispering something in my ear. I was blushing and my eyes were wide. Isabelle had taken the picture and insisted on framing and then put it on Alec's shelf and refused it taken down. Magnus looked at it.

"Who's this?"

"That's Jonathan."

"You never told me about a Jonathan."

I looked at him. He was envious. It was obvious. I couldn't help but smile a little bit. He was actually jealous of my brother.

"You're right. I didn't. That's Jace."

"Your brother?"

I took the picture from him and put it back, exactly where it always stood. Then I turned to look a Magnus.

"Adoptive brother, yes."

"What is it with you? Everything has to have the right angle, be exactly where it was before. Why?"

I blushed slightly and looked down. I had always been this way. I had to have my system. But whenever I was confronted with it, it sounded like an illness, or that I was a maniac about these things. Maybe I was. But when it just was, and no one said it out loud, it was normal. Normal to me. When no one talked about it, it was just like a routine.

"It's nothing. Just something I always did."

I wasn't looking at Magnus, but suddenly Magnus' fingers intertwined with mine. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He then rested his other hand on my shoulder, massaging my shoulder soothingly. I looked at him. He leaned closer, slowly, giving me time to push him away or protest. But I didn't.

He kissed me, pushing me up against the shelves. I could hear the rattling of things tilting and at the moment I didn't care. I almost fell back into the shelves, but I regained my balance. He slid his tounge against my bottom lip, silently asking for permission. I hesitated. But somehow his tongue slid between my lips and into my mouth. I then softly pushed him away, which only made him groan and begin to kiss his was down my neck. I leaned my head back against the top shelf and breathed out.

"Magnus-" I started, but my words quickly grew into a low moan as he started nibbling softly on my skin. My hand was now resting on his neck, but I didn't even remember putting it there.

What was this man doing to me?

"Mom, dad, I believe Alec has something to tell you."

Isabelles voice was loud in the otherwise quiet room. They were eating dinner, and as usual, no one said a word. Not until Isabelle spoke, anyway. They were all sitting at the table, Maryse in one end and Robert in the other. Max and Isabelle sat on one side, and Jace and Alec on the other.

Alec almost choked on his food, and blushed deeply when all attention was turned to him. He hated when everyones eyes was resting on him, and even more when if was about something like this. Because he knew exactly what Isabelle meant.

"Well, Alexander?" Maryse said when a few minutes had passed. Alec hadn't said anything yet, he didn't want to. Didn't want them to know. But they had to eventually. And they probably wouldn't even care anyway. He hesitated anyway, but after a while, he stammered his way through the dreaded sentence.

"Mom.. Dad.. I'm gay."

Maryse and Robert didn't say anything for a while, they were just staring at him. He had already told his siblings, a couple weeks ago, and he had hoped that his parents would take it as well as his siblings had done. That, however, was clear now that they wouldn't.

"Get out of my house."

Maryse's voice rang through the room. Alec stared at her. He couldn't believe what his mother had just said. He looked to his dad for support, but only found a face twisted in disgust as his father watched him. He felt hot tears sting behind his eyes. He looked back at his mother.

"Mom..."

"Get out of my house. I will not have someone like ... that in my house. Get out. I don't care where you go, I want you out of here. And to think I thought you were a good kid."

His mother got up from her seat and left the room without another word. His father got up the next second, and then pulled Alec from his chair and dragging him out of the house. He pushed him out the door and shut the door after him. For a while he just stood there, looking at the closed door. Then it opened again, and Isabelle stepped outside. She had a bag in the hand and handed it to him.

"I called Dan. You can stay at his place. Here's some of your clothes, but it's not much. Give them a couple days and they'll regret this Alec, I promise."

He could see tears in her eyes, and wondered if she was going to cry. One thing he didn't expect though, was her taking a few steps closer to him and hugging him. He didn't mind though. He hugged her back and pulled her closer. She buried her face in the soft fabric of his shirt, and soon he could hear her muffled sobs. But he had promised himself he wouldn't cry. Not now. And especially not in front of Isabelle. He just hugged her tighter and whispered things like 'everything will be okay' and 'I'll be back home in no time'. But inside, he knew that he would never call this a home again.

How bittersweet it was to be right sometimes.

AN: Hi guuuuys. Sorry it's been so long, I've had so much to do lately! It's not so long, but I really wanted to update, because.. I felt bad about not updating sooner. I'm sorry.
We got a little bit of Alec's background in here, I hope you liked that, because there will be more of that. Not in every chapter, but there will definitely be more of it.

We got a little bit of Malec in here, too! How did you like it? I haven't written much fluff so far, so I don't know how good I am at writing it, so tell me what you thought of it! I really appreciate the reviews guys!

But yeah, review and tell me what you liked and didn't like! Reviews are love!

Hope you liked it.