A/N: Ok. Y'all. Let's talk.
This fanfic sucks hard fucking A S S, and like ik. I'm obvi still trying my best, but dO nOt gIvE uP On mE, ok, I HAVE BILLIONS OF PLANS FOR MORE MALEC FANFICS IN THE FUTURE.
Now. Ik what ur thinking. Won't they all suck the same? But there's the catch—I have been taking online writing classes, and on the next fabulous Malec stories I have prepared, I'm not going to be a dumbass, and wing it. Bc that was fucking stupid.
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ALright enough with the mushy shit, happy reading!
Discalimer: Guess what I owN? Nothing. What a surprise. *Cries in corner*
Alec opened his phone again, glancing at the same time on the dull screen. He sighed, tucking it back in his pocket for when he would check again in another five minutes.
He and Magnus had been sitting in that damn elevator for hours, or in reality, 30 minutes.
They hadn't said a word.
Alec was getting hot, dangerously dehydrated with his nerves pooling in stomach like it was a party. His phone, which he had stared at meaninglessly for the first 15 minutes they'd been in there, was starting to die. He could relate to it in a high level at the moment.
His situation took awkward silence to a new level.
Alec pulled out his phone again, checking the time, again.
12:05.
Izzy would probably murder them.
He'd tried to call her, but there was no service. Stupid, fucking elevator.
Suddenly, an idea struck. Alec looked over at Magnus anxiously, chewing his lip relentlessly. Magnus was sitting with his knees tucked up into his chest, arms wrapped around them and chin resting on top. He was staring straight ahead, a dead look on his face.
"Magnus?" Alec asked in a small, nervous voice. Magnus didn't answer, he didn't even look over at him. Alec gulped.
"Can I use your phone to call Izzy? Mine has no damn service," He let out a small chuckle in a breath, stopping when he still got no response. Magnus still didn't look at him, but narrowed his eyes at the wall he was staring at and pulled out his phone, sliding it over to Alec.
Alec took it gratefully, but he didn't open it yet. Still staring at Magnus, he started fidgeting the phone between his fingers.
"Are yo—"
"Please don't ask me if I'm okay." Magnus whispered. Alec straightened up a little bit.
"Why not?" His confidence grew. "Because, you should tell me. You know, maybe I can help."
This was the moment Magnus chose to finally drag his tired eyes over to Alec. He stared at him, face blank and emotionless, eyes boring into Alec's. Alec swallowed, fidgeting again because Magnus was sort of scary.
Magnus closed his eyes for a moment, banging his head back against the wooden wall to clear it. His nose scrunched up suddenly, and he exhaled sharply.
"It smells like old, crusty dick in here," Alec barked out a laugh, relief oozing through him. A little. "Just call Isabelle, tell her we'll be here awhile."
Alec frowned.
"Wait, but—I thought—"
"Hey, I want my phone back if you're not going to use it." Magnus stared at him again. Alec cocked his head at him in confusion, and for a second, for a small, split second he thought he saw a flash of anger on Magnus's face.
"Okay?" He would deal with this later. Magnus was right, he really needed to call his sister.
The line rang once, twice, three times before Izzy started screaming into it, so loud Alec winced and took the phone away from his ear for a second.
"Where the hell are you?! Who do you think you are? I told you, I specifically told you, not to be late—Oh shut up Jace! You fucking—"
"Izzy."
"You're making everyone wait, we're waiting for you bastards! I've been calling you and—"
"Isabelle."
She growled. "What?! You better have a very good excuse for this, Alec." She snarled his name like it was something disgusting.
"First of all, this is Magnus's phone, and you knew that. How dare you talk to my boyfriend that way." He smirked.
"Well yeah, but I knew it was—"
"Second, it's not our fault. My phone has no service, and our elevator broke down. We're waiting for it to be fixed now."
"Oh," She said. "Well, why the fuck didn't you call me on his phone earlier?"
"Izzy, I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do about it now, so just chill, and wait for us. I'm sure we're going to love your surprise." He added at the end, knowing how to please the crazy.
There was silence on the other line for a second.
"Yeah, you really will," Giddiness crept into her voice, and Alec smiled victoriously, winning the argument. He was pretty sure his sister was bipolar. "Alright, well, you two better hurry the fuck up, because we ain't gonna wait here forever."
"Don't worry, they said it won't take longer then like, another 30 minutes."
"30 minutes?!"
Alec quickly disconnected the call, handing the phone back to Magnus, who didn't say a word. Damn.
"So. Magnus. Are you going to tell me now?"
Magnus didn't look at him. "Tell you what?"
"Oh, don't play stupid,"
Magnus shot him a glare. "No, Alec. Really. What do you want to hear? What do you think is wrong?" Magnus's voice was edging slowly over eerily calm and completely insane.
Alec, who was too shocked for words, simply shrugged. Magnus's eyes narrowed, and he looked away again. Anywhere but Alec.
"Is it because of last night?" Alec mumbled softly.
Magnus's jaw flexed, and his left hand curled into a fist. He unwrapped his arms from his legs, letting them slip down in front of him, hand uncurling. He still said nothing.
"Magnus—I'm—I'm sorry—" And the dam broke, words tumbling out of Alec's mouth without his consent as he could only listen in distant horror. "I shouldn't have done that—I didn't—You clearly didn't want me to go that far, I know that's not what we agreed on, and I'm so, so sorry—I—I was just drunk and stupid and that should've never happened, I'm such a jackass, I know, I should've pulled back way earlier—I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" His voice cracked on the last syllable, and he snapped his mouth shut, looking down and allowing Mangus to speak.
After a few unbearable beats of silence, Magnus's uncertain voice rang through the air.
"What?"
Alec looked up, quickly searching Magnus's face for anything—Disgust, anger, annoyance—But came up blank. Magnus stared right back, frowning.
"W—What?" Alec asked, genuinely confused.
Magnus blinked a few times, eyebrows drawing in.
"What do you mean?" Alec was starting to get a little frustrated.
"Wha—I—What the fuck does it sound like I meant?"
Magnus swallowed tightly, tearing his gaze away from Alec to stare at the boring floor instead.
"So…So you think my problem is that…You were too eager? Last night? Am I right?" Alec inhaled shakily, nodding quickly. Magnus stole another quick glance, before bursting out in bitter laughter, throwing his head back as he always did. Alec frowned in confusion. In fact, he didn't think he had ever been more confused in his life.
"What?"
Magnus just laughed harder, clutching his stomach.
"What…What do you mean? Magnus, stop, your confusing me,"
"Oh Alec," Magnus sobered a little, giving Alec a warm smile and a look of affection behind the still, stubborn demeanor. Alec would never understand. "That's not…That's definitely not the reason, darling."
"Wha—"
"Look, I shouldn't even be having this conversation with you, okay? It's really, really, nothing. Nothing you should worry about. At all. Please, just let it go? For me?" Alec sighed, pouting.
"But, well, now you gotta tell me!" Magnus groaned. "C'mon, please? I won't tell!" Alec whined like a baby. Magnus still said nothing, looking at him sadly.
"It's not like that, Alexander."
Alec swallowed, scooting a little closer to Magnus. "But why can't you tell me?"
And that was it.
The crossing line.
After a small beat of silence, Magnus exploded.
"Because it's about you!" Magnus blurted out. He wanted to rip his own hair out for saying that, but now that he said it, he couldn't stop everything else to come pouring out. "You wanna know the reason I've been 'moping' around? Why I, apparently, haven't been okay?"
In his head, Alec knew he should feel bad, but all could muster was excitement.
"You—You said our kiss was nothing! Yeah, I heard you on the phone with Izzy! And…And I know it should mean nothing, but…There's just—I—I—" Magnus's voice cracked and he cleared his throat, staring down to the floor. Alec, who seemed to be a state of shock, sat still, mouth gaping. "I can't help it. And I can't keep hiding it. Alec, I like you. A lot. Probably more than healthy. Definitely more than a friend, or fake boyfriend. And that kiss last night, it was amazing. And though it meant nothing, to me, it actually meant everything," Magnus smiled a little, still looking at the floor. It quickly got wiped off his face however. "But," Magnus laughed humorlessly. "But I don't even know why I'm telling you this, because you clearly don't have the same feelings for me. So I'm just an idiot, we're going to go back to fake-dating, then I'll go home and try to forget this ever happened."
Alec was catching flies with his jaw dropped to the floor. His mind was going in on itself, a squirrelling whirlpool, so much information he could barely process it.
Before he could assemble his voice to say something, anything goddamnit, the elevator doors screeched open and Magnus shot up off the floor, hurrying out of there as quickly as possible. Alec still sat with his ass stuck to the ground, jaw started to hurt.
"Hey, kid, you coming?" The janitor's throaty voice cut him out of his thoughts, and Alec licked his lips and cleared his throat. He pushed himself off the floor, almost mechanically, not even looking where he was going.
Magnus.
Where was Magnus?
He needed to find Magnus.
All other thoughts and sights were blocked out, just Magnus, Magnus, Magnus.
Cursing when he realized he somehow had gotten lost in a fucking hotel lobby, he opened his phone and called the first person on his favorite list—Of course Magnus.
It rung four times before going to voicemail.
He then called the next person on it—Izzy.
She picked up before the first ring was even over.
"Where are you you dumb fuck?"
"Is Magnus with you?"
"Yeah, and," There was a shuffling and a slight pause. Alec winced. "He seems kind of upset. What did you do?" Alec groaned, slapping his forehead and cursing again.
"Okay, where are you?"
"I'm outside the hotel, like I said. Where are you?"
Alec made a frustrated sound. "I don't know!"
Izzy sighed. "Look, don't move, I'll come inside looking for you. And then you better tell me what the fuck is going on, by the way, everything."
The line clicked and ended. Alec felt like crying, but he didn't know why. Magnus liked him. He said it himself. Alec, in fact, could listen to him say that all day.
But…What? He didn't even really understand what happened after that. Magnus thought Alec didn't like him, or something like that. What if Magnus hated him now? What if he had given up? What was Alec going to do if he had? And either way, what was Alec going to say?
"Alec!" Izzy's voice hissed through the crowd of people, and Alec whipped around. She was wearing a black and white polka dot dress, a pink bikini under. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she had a look that shot daggers pointed right towards Alec. He didn't have time to worry about that, however; he had to get to Magnus.
"Izzy. Where's Magnus?" He wasn't even looking at her anymore; he was stretching his neck to look over people, scanning through mass for Magnus.
Izzy rolled her eyes. "Come on." She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards a set of glass doors which led right outside to a busy, Paris street. There, standing in the sunshine looking like a Greek god, was Magnus. He was giving Alec a strange look—One that half held a great amount of hope and half held a great amount of dread. They stared at each other, not saying anything, while everyone stared at them. Alec hadn't even noticed who was there; Jace, Max, Clary, Simon. And, quite frankly, he didn't give a bat's shit.
When Magnus tore his gaze away, Alec striked.
"Magnus we have to talk,"
Magnus took a very deep breath. "I don't think we do, actually." Magnus said quietly, but firmly. It made Alec want to weep like a baby. Magnus crossed his arms.
"Yes. We do. Izzy," He still didn't look away from Magnus, who was looking at anything but Alec. "We need—We're going to talk now. So, sorry, but we'll do your surprise later. You guys go ahead." Izzy growled, opening her mouth to scold him, but Jace held her back, towing her in the direction of the cab they had waiting. Alec made a mental note to thank him later.
Soon, everyone was gone, and it just left Alec and Magnus.
Magnus slowly pulled his gaze back up to Alec's, and Alec almost couldn't handle it.
"Look, we don't need to talk if you don—" Alec started dejectedly.
"If we're going to talk, it shouldn't be smack dab in the middle of a hotel entrance." Magnus shot a small weak smile at him, who's mouth was hanging open. Again.
Alec beamed.
A/N: Fucking shit this chapter is short.
OkAy so the end of the glorious fic is nearing quickly ( UNLESS Y'ALL WANT MORE. SRSLY, LEAVE SUGGESTIONS OR SOME SHIT IF YOU DO. ), and next, as I explained, imma be writing another Malec one. So, I'm gonna finish the bad boy up, and then you guys are gonna get another fun surprise :). ( Me saying that when like no one reads this ). ANYWAYYYYYY if you have any suggestions of fanfics you want me to write or anything DROP A REVIEW if you liked this chap DROP A REVIEW if you didn't DROP A REVIEW and um if you wanna review for me DROP A REVIEW. And, also, as of the next fanfic imma write, it might take more then a week to come out, who knows, BUT STAY TUNED BITCHES BC IT'LL BE GOOD. HOWEVER, who knows? It might come out in a week. It might be a one shot ( a good one, I'm talking smut ;) ), and y'all know I've never posted a new chap on this story in more then a week so maybe I'll do it. But y'all best stay tuned.
And, also, sorry for the abrupt, cock sucking ending of this chap. I'll do better in my next fic, I promise.
Next chap=Smut! Finally! Ik! Though I haven't really planned out how, it'll be there. Though, let's be honest, what was planned in this goddamn fanfic. So, yennow um, *cough* rEvIeW *cough cough*
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-Emma, who looooovees ppl who review. And everyone who's ever viewed her shitty story.