Hey all, so I am so sorry- it has been forever since I have updated. Thank You to everyone who has been hoping for an update since October... and thanks to all who follow/alerted/added or viewed it. ^^ So... thanks especially to Patricia Sage, Bookworm for their reviews... and this chapter is dedicated to Hiding Dani for her awesome suggestion of Alec sounding like Justin Nozuka (?). I agree. Cc owns it- I just "borrowed" it. P.S. To make up for this being so late- I have posted two new Malec doodles on my Deviant Art- neon-n-sparkles13. Please visit them?
ALEC'S POV
I flopped on my bed, exhausted. And now, I remember why I hate icing.
"Hey baby whatcha doin?" was what the text message said.
It took me about seven minutes to write back, "Nothing except waiting for Tuesday."
After about an hour, I reread our conversation.
Magnus: "Hey baby, whatcha doin?"
Me: " Nothing except waiting for Tuesday."
Magnus: "3 :)"
Me: "What is that?"
Magnus: "Me being happy about Tuesday."
Me: ":)?"
Magnus: "... O_0"
Me: "Oh... goodnight?"
Magnus: "Good night. Dream of me..."
Me: "0_O."
MAGNUS'S MONDAY NIGHT
"Jordon, it's time to face it. No, matter how much you whine, beg, plead, or threaten me, that next song is not going to happen until after Tuesday's meeting."
"Really, why not? I need that album done soon, Magnus!" And me finishing that album before Tuesday is as likely as Alec coming out of the closet tomorrow.
"Well... you're in DIVA mode again, so I guess nothing is going to happen today or tomorrow."
"Jordon, tomorrow is Tuesday." *giggles*
"Oh. Well, just get it done! The fans are swamping my office with hate mail and threats."
"Oh. That. Who. Cares. About. That."
"You... you... you..."
"I what?"
He mumbled, "You better finish that album soon."
"That's right, Jordon. Now go sulk in that man-cave you call your office."
"It's not a man-cave!"
*snorts* Sashays away...
ALEC'S TUESDAY
"Okay, Izzy, for the last time. You. Do. Not. Need. To. Dress. Me. A sweater is fine- this is not a formal meeting."
"Oh? So, what is it? My brother's first official date with his boyfriend?"
"Quiet down! If Mom finds out..."
"She'll send you to seminary school, after having an exorcism performed. I know. Alec, you need a little fun in your life, and Magnus- Magnus is just what the doctor ordered. Now come HERE!"
I knew- there was no getting out of the house in normal clothes when Izzy got like this.
THREE HOURS LATER...
"Izzy, I would rather go outside wearing a doughnut costume."
"Alec, you look great. Just go, for heaven's sake, it's not that huge of a makeover."
"But someone will see!"
"That's the point." She threw me her best "you-idiot" glare and walked off, dragging me out the door, down several streets, and into the studio.
On the way down the hall to Magnus's studio, I felt a hand grab my arm, and looked up to hear a voice purr, "Thank you, Isabel. I will take that." Then, looking up to see Magnus's face, I noticed something. He wasn't wearing makeup- and his hair was down- almost shoulder length- and drawn back by a sparkly headband.
He took the headband out of his hair, and arranged it in mine. "I thought that your outfit could use it. Adds a nice touch of sparkle."
He pulled out a ponytail and put his hair up. I stood and stared for a moment, touching the sparkly thing on my head. It was weird. I was distracted by it, until someone grabbed my behind. I blushed and Magnus chuckled to himself...
MAGNUS's Tuesday Morning
Alec, Alec Lightwood. I drew a heart around the writing- not willing to wait. After about an hour, I got up and got dressed, wondering what Alec would come wearing- if he came in a sweater again... Despite his lack of fashion sense, he was still sexy.
I eventually waltzed my way into the studio, and on the way I picked up something adorable. Alec. Only he looked different.
He was wearing a midnight blue cardigan, over a screen tee shirt with small scrolling designs all over it. His pants were a pair of tailored dark jeans, which revealed more than concealed his fabulous body. He had on a pair of converse, and a slightly shocked smile. I couldn't' help pinching him just a bit, just to see that adorable blush on his face.
"So? What prompted this new look, sweetie?" I whispered in his ear, feeling him shiver.
"Just Izzy. She insisted, and it was dangerous to my health to say no."
"Hmm... I like it. Shall we play, and then work?"
"Huh?"
I grabbed his hand, dragging him into my thinking spot- the old storage room.
He fished around in his pocket, trying to find something. Pulling it out, he handed it to me, saying, "Tell me what you think."
ALEC'S POV
Really Alec? A love song that you wrote about him, and all you say for yourself is 'Tell me what you think?' Could you get any more lame-o? Oh wait, I just did. Lame-o.
I watched, waiting for his reaction. He sat back in his chair. Then he leaned back, taking his hair out of the ponytail and shaking it.
"Hmm... you got a melody for this?"
"Yeah, you want me to write it out for you?"
"Sure." Magnus seemed a bit distant. As if almost in pain.
I grabbed his shoulder, and as I turned to face him- I just let things go. And then I laid one on him. Just like that. Mmm... Since I couldn't tell him in words out loud, I'll just tell him the other way...
MAGNUS'S POV
As I scanned the lyrics, I had to wonder, Who was this song for?
It was probably for Jace, that golden haired brat who had an ego the size of a blimp.
What a waste. And he wanted me to say what I thought. I kept trying to figure out why he would do this to me.
All that came out of my mouth was, "Hmm... you got a melody for this?"
I started to distance myself from Alec, wanting more from him- wanting him to say this song wasn't for Jace. That it was for me. As I turned away, I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder, and suddenly- he was kissing me. This is new... Alec taking the lead... but what does it mean to him? What can this mean? What is he trying to tell me?
We kissed for a while, and then, we broke apart.
"Now that we've had our play, can we do some serious work?" He is so innocent... honey, the play hasn't even started...
Then I remembered Blondie. "Sure."
That started a long session of writing- harmonies, melodies, lyric changes and recording sounds.
ALEC'S POV
We experimented, but after four hours, I was exhausted. I am such a whimp.
"Magnus, can we take a breather?"
"Okay. What's up?" He's trying to hide something... he's confused?
After a few minutes of staring, BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Oh, great. My phone's going off- I turned to Magnus, "It's my mom."
I answered only to hear, "Alec! ALEC! We have rush order for a party. Probably the biggest rush order of the year. Stop messing around with that stupid music and come home!"
"I'll be there in ten."
Hanging up the phone, I looked at Magnus, "I gotta go."
He snorted, "Blondie needs rescuing or mother dearest is on the line?"
"My mom."
"Oh."
I kissed him briefly, and then said, "You had better turn that piece of paper over."
I ran home, not wanting to face the wrath of Maryse for being late.
MAGNUS'S POV
We wrote and wrote, and were almost finished when Alec asked me, "Can we take a breather?"
Something's wrong... "Okay. What's up?"
-Stares for about ten seconds at the awesomeness of me- and then his phone rang. BEEP. BEEP. BEEEP. Uggh. Lamest. Ringtone. Ever.
Maryse's voice screamed through the phone, "Alec! ALEC! We have rush order for a party. Probably the biggest rush order of the year. Stop messing around with that stupid music and come home!"
He turned to me, "I gotta go."
Just when I was about to ask him...
*snort* "Blondie needs rescuing or is mother dearest on the line?" St. Alec, bakery martyr and brother. Patron saint of severely closeted gay musicians.
"My mom."
"Oh." Alec's mom is scary...
His lips suddenly brushed mine, more caress than kiss.
"You had better turn that piece of paper over," he said as he left.
I gently turned it in my hands, wondering what it said.
An Extra Verse:
You were the gift I never expected-
Your smile is my sun,
Your laugh the only music I know-
You gave me a place
with out fear- fear of being rejected.
Simplemente, mi amor
Tu eres mi alma-
Simply, my...my...
And the verse cut off there- leaving me to wonder what Alec would have said.(Probably because I failed Spanish in college...)
I leave this unfinished- as I ran out of words to say.
Alec Lightwood.
Now the question remained, how could I get Alec to open that closet door and come out? And was he really over Blondie completely?