THIS IS THE END, MY FRIENDS. The epilogue has arrived. I haven't decided whether to write a sequel or not. Thank you all for hanging with me through all of this, it's been a fabulous ride! CC owns Magnus and Alec and Maryse. Begins in Magnus's POV.~ Halfwyahere
Three Weeks Later- Moving Up on and Out of the closet
"Hmmm... well darling, wherever you have been living is fine by me, " I fibbed, wondering where exactly Alec had lived before I had met him.
"So living in the same house as Maryse in a loft the size of your closet is ok by you?"
I could see the laughter twinkling in those baby blue eyes, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Well darling, it looks like we had best start looking for a new place- this one couldn't possibly fit both of us. Although... I'd prefer we stay in Brooklyn."
"That's alright by me. Anywhere you are is home."
"Oh darling, you really are a shameless romantic," I said, laughing as Alec pulled me up off the couch for an impromptu waltz around the room.
After about ten minutes of goofing off, we settled down on the couch to discuss places.
"So how are we going to find this apartment, Magnus?"
"Well Alec dear, we call up Jordon Ragnor Fell and see if he can find us a cozy spot."
"With all of your stuff- it's going to have to be bigger than a spot."
le sigh "Too true, luv, too true."
Suddenly, I found myself pinned down to the couch cushions, and being passionately smooched.
Then his phone went off. Oh no. It was Maryse.
ALEC
It was difficult to say goodbye to home- or to even think about it, but I needed to move away from being a delivery boy for the bakery, and move towards being a pop star. Plus, I desperately wanted somewhere where I could kiss my boyfriend without my mother tapping a broom handle on the ceiling and yelling in Italian.
"Hmmm... well darling, wherever you have been living is fine by me," Magnus purred, putting down his wine glass on the coffee table.
"So living in the same house as Maryse in a loft the size of your closet is ok by you?" I'd love to see that.
"Well darling, it looks like we had best start looking for a new place- this one couldn't possibly fit both of us. Although... I'd prefer we stay in Brooklyn." Well, it is the farthest spot in New York away from my mother...
"That's alright by me. Anywhere you are is home."
"Oh darling, you really are a shameless romantic," he crowed as I waltzed him about the room, wanting to jump for joy at the thought that I was moving in with my boyfriend.
We waltzed for what seemed like a minute before plopping down on the couch.
"So how are we going to find this apartment, Magnus?"
"Well Alec dear, we call up Jordon Ragnor Feld and see if he can find us a cozy spot."
"With all of your stuff- it's going to have to be bigger than a spot." You have more clothes than Lady Gaga.
le sigh "Too true, luv, too true."
He just looked so cute right then, that I had to kiss him. Unfortunately, this moment was ruined by a phone call from my mother.
"Alec, we need to discuss something. I think it's time you find place of your own. I need attic space."
"Magnus and I have been discussing getting an apartment."
"Good- good, your father has business connection that vacated one in Brooklyn last week. I moved in your things today, and I'm coming over to finish helping move your partner's things."
"What?"
"Huh? Since when did this happen?"
"Since Magnus stopped in and brought me coffee and we discussed it. He wanted it to be a surprise."
"Ok then."
MAGNUS
Admitted, I thought that Alec would pass out at the pink and orange striped walls, but he only paled a little.
"Magnus, I'm not sure I can live with the colour just yet."
Still a little bit too much for him, "Well, considering that I didn't choose it either, I suppose we can repaint today or tomorrow."
A yell came up the stairs in Italian. I took it to be something along the lines of, "Your boyfriend is a girl, why does he have all this junk?"
"Well Maryse, let the professionals I hired take up the nick- nacks. The rest of it all got moved in three days ago."
She sat down on the pink fuzzy sofa with a peaked look on her face.
"Alec, your boyfriend- he need help with wall colours unless you wanna get shock every time you come home. Is like Honey-bo bo's birthday cake in here."
"I know, Mama. I know."
"Coffee, Maryse?" I said with a terse smile.
"Alright, alright, I go home, eh? I have three back orders to fill."
She got up and let herself out, squeezing herself past a muscular mover, and shouting at him in Italian.
"Well, Alec, that was interesting."
He muttered something, around a mouthful of canoli, that he had gotten off a dessert tray Maryse had brought as a housewarming gift.
"What? Didn't catch that?"
"I said, you know my Ma isn't going to let us live together unmarried."
MARRIED?
I sank into his lap, as he was already seated on the sofa.
"Well, aren't we a rebel?" I said, teasingly.
I touched what I thought was something in his pocket, and raised an eyebrow.
"Nope, we aren't," he stated, pulling out a little black velvet box.
It contained two rings, one all in platinum with diamond and sapphire sparkles, and another with simple engravings of the words to our duet.
"Only you fit me like a puzzle piece, only you make my life complete."
My mascara smudged beyond belief, I looked up at him, and he said, "Ill take that as a yes, we are driving to New Jersey in a week. Then, if you'd like, I thought going to Japan for a week and Paris for one might be your idea of a honeymoon?"
I'm not sure how long it was before he could breathe after I just about kissed the life right out of him. :)
His phone buzzed, with a text from Izzy, "Oh, it's a picture! It's a picture of a ring- Simon proposed. They are getting married in the spring."
"Fabulous! We're going to beat them to the altar though!"
"Well, I know how much you like to be the first to set a trend," he grinned, as we snuggled up on the fluffy couch, and began to plan our lives.
ALEC
I was coming up to the new apartment, after being at the jeweler's for two days. Maia had suggested that, since Magnus loved drama, she thought a set of dramatic engagement rings would be a good idea. I had them custom ordered from a jeweler/weekend ren fair smith, who came up with the most beautiful designs I'd ever seen.
I hummed Elton John's, "Your Song", while holding what I hoped would be Magnus's wedding ring. If he said yes, to the whole wirlwind New Jersey wedding plan.
Maryse had told me about the apartment when she booked it, so I acted surprised. Admitted the living room is always a shock, I thought walking into the apartment.
"Magnus, I'm not sure I can live with the colour just yet." Say something! Just anything- keep him busy until I'm ready!
"Well, considering that I didn't choose it either, I suppose we can repaint today or tomorrow."
My mom was walking up the stairs, Magnus's box of sofa cushions in hand, yelling in Italian, "He has so much stuff! Is he gonna be like this when you two get married?" I think Magnus just took it to be a simple comment about his stuff, not knowing any words related to wedding in Italian.
He answered, sarcastically, "Well Maryse, let the professionals I hired take up the nick- knacks. The rest of it all got moved in three days ago."
Marsye sat down on the pink fuzzy sofa with a peaked look on her face. I think she bleached at the colour of the room.
"Alec, your boyfriend- he need help with wall colours unless you wanna get shock every time you come home. Is like Honey-bo bo's birthday cake in here." Of all the American TV she could watch...
"I know, Mama. I know." It's going to be blue in a week... It's going to be blue in a week...
"Coffee, Maryse?", asked my boyfriend, in a way that said WE NEED ALONE TIME! Thanks.
"Alright, alright, I go home, eh? I have three back orders to fill."
She squeezed herself past the movers, yelling in Italian about how she needed her rolling pin to direct traffic for the building.
"Well, Alec, that was interesting." Magnus blinked hair and shock out of his eyes, as he stared at the walls in his decorator-may-care mode.
I shoved one of my ma's homemade canolis in my mouth, being nervous and tried to propose at the same time.
He squinted, saying, "What? Didn't catch that?"
"I said, you know my Ma isn't going to let us live together unmarried." Understatement of the century. Besides, I came up with the whole idea anyway.
He sank into my lap, overwhelmed by all that had happened today.
"Well, aren't we a rebel?, " he teased, tapping my nose.
He felt around my pocket area, trying to play at being fresh.
"Nope, we aren't," I said, hoping that he would get the point that it was a ring box in my pocket.
I pulled out the box, and presented it to him. He teared up as he read the engraving on the wedding ring. "Only you fit me like a puzzle piece, only you make my life complete."
"Ill take that as a yes, we are driving to New Jersey in a week. Then, if you'd like, I thought going to Japan for a week and Paris for one might be your idea of a honeymoon?"
I came up for air after the most passionate five minute make-out session of my life. My phone went off, telling me what I'd already know, since Simon had asked for my permission, in place of my dad's. "Oh, it's a picture! It's a picture of a ring- Simon proposed. They are getting married in the spring." He better take care of my sister.
"Fabulous! We're going to beat them to the altar though!" I thought he's like that detail.
"Well, I know how much you like to be the first to set a trend," I said, my smile so happy, I thought my face would explode. He immediately went to planning our outfits, as we snuggled into a new life together.