Author's Note: I'd just like to wish you guys some late happy holidays! Haha! I wrote this almost 12 different times. As of this second, I actually don't hate it. Give me five minutes and it'll change. :D (Also, sorry it took so long to update. I was uber busy.)
ALSO: From now on, all texts in this story will be in italics…until I forget. :D
Disclaimer: C.C. isn't budging. Neither is Fox on Glee. (Just an FYI.)
Alec's POV
I could literally hear Magnus sigh as he drummed his fingers on his desk. 4th period was something of a medieval torture device. This was probably the worst Friday ever. Which is ironic because it's what we were learning about…I think. I feel asleep once or twice.
Magnus looked my way and grinned when he caught me looking at him. I blushed and mimed shooting myself in the head from boredom. He chuckled and grabbed his phone from his pocket. He waited until the teacher looked away and began to type something out.
My pocket lit up. "Mr. Peterson is the worst."
I shook my head and texted back. "At least Peterson isn't smart enough to look back here. You are so lucky I remembered to put this on silent. Mr. Westerly was pissed yesterday when he caught me."
Magnus grinned and gave me a sideways glance. "Lightwood you are the only person I know who uses perfect grammar during texts. What are you doing Saturday? (This class sucks.)"
"At least there's only 20 minutes left til lunch. Nothing, as far as I know, btw. (You happy now?)"
"Ecstatic."
"Screw you."
"You wish."
…What the heck? "…MOVING ON…Your house or mine on Saturday?"
";D"
"…I hate you..."
"Love you too, Alec."
Magnus' POV
It was almost funny how much time Alec and I spent together lately. It was later that day, after the texting fiasco, when Alec's car pulled into my driveway. I grinned from ear to ear as I rushed down the stairs to answer the door, only to find that he'd already let himself in. He was so funny sometimes.
"Hey, what's up?" Alec kicked his shoes off into the closet and followed me into the kitchen.
"Nothing, waiting for you. Mt. Dew?" I grabbed two out of the fridge, already knowing the answer.
"Sure." He caught the can and waved to Nicki as she walked in. "Hey, Nick. What's up?"
Nicki smiled at him. "Hello, Alec. I'm great thanks for asking. I've got a meeting at six so I've got to get going. You guys will be okay when I'm gone, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "We're not toddler's, Nick, jeez."
My adoptive mom walked up to me and pinched my cheek. "Don't make me break out the baby pictures." She grabbed her purse from the counter and slipped on her shoes.
I frowned. "What baby pictures? I've been here for less than a year!"
Nicki smirked as she opened the front door. "I have my sources." And then she was gone.
There was a long pause before Alec said, "You have the coolest mom ever."
I laughed and shook my head as we walked upstairs. "I know. She's kind of a pushover though, and did you see that purse. It so did not work with her coat."
Alec shook his head and fell backward onto my bed. "Only you, Magnus Bane, only you."
I popped an imaginary collar and sat on the floor next to my bed. "Of course; no one else is this perfect."
Alec gave me a sideways glance through his bangs, which had fallen in front of his face when he'd turned upside-down and hung from his knees on my bed. "Careful, Magnus, if your ego gets any bigger your head will explode and it'll mess up your hair. We wouldn't want that."
I glared at him. "I detect a hint of sarcasm, Lightwood."
He didn't answer and rolled his eyes. (Which looked quite comical when he was upside-down.)
"So…who is it?" I looked away from him, hoping it didn't come off as such a big deal to me.
Alec frowned, and it looked all the more adorable upside-down. "Who is what?"
I looked at my hands, which were in my lap. "You know…the lucky guy." Was it getting hot in here?
Alec got off the bed and sat next to me, right side-up. "Oh…"
This was getting awkward… "Not that you have to tell me," I added quickly, silently hoping he still would. "Just trying to make conversation?" The last sentence came out more of a question.
Alec shook his head. "No, no. I want to tell you, but…"
I frowned. This was either really good or really bad. "But?"
"It's kind of…embarrassing."
Embarrassing? What? "How could it be embarrassing?" Unless he meant…no, it couldn't be—
"Well…" His face grew even brighter red and he completely avoided looking at me. Suddenly, I was sorry I'd even asked.
"Hmmm?" I encouraged him to continue.
"It's um…He's…uh…really tall…and…he's um…You?"
What? Alec? Likes? Did he just say what I thought he said? Was he serious? I mean, was I just hoping that's what he'd say? Was I dreaming? What the hell was going on? Did he really—
"BOYS! I brought dinner come on! Alec, your sister's here! She says your mom needs you home!" Nicki yelled from down stairs.
I looked at Alec, who was still bright red and helped him up as we went downstairs. As soon as we got to the main floor, Alec had a hold of Izzy's wrist and was pulling her out the door.
Author's Note: Woah, totally not where that was supposed to go. Woah…oh well. That's writing for you. :D Hope this was almost worth the wait.
Peace, Love, Mark, and Iggy.
Kierstin.
