A/N- Your reviews make my life better… so does pie… but mostly your reviews. And Max Lightwood; I love him like the little brother I never wanted... wait…
WARNING: There is some strong language near the middle of this, so watch out for that. It's all for a good reason though.
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING.
(Magnus POV)
Alec and I decided to stay in for dinner and see a late movie when Max begged me to cook dinner again. Apparently, my vegetarian lasagna was his new favorite dinner. I was flattered and couldn't turn down his adorable pleas so I let him help me out in the kitchen. Alec was a lazy bum and I think he wanted Max and I to hang out for a bit, so I let Max stir the sauce while I chopped up the vegetables.
I swear that kid could fire out questions faster than anyone I had ever spoken to before. It was like every time I answered one he would say my name again and ask a different one. Sometimes they were completely random, other times they had to do with the question before, but mostly they had to do with me and Alec. I'm sure that any other teenager would be annoyed by it, but I was happy to answer each and every one of them.
"Magnus?" I heard Max say again. "What's your favorite color?"
I smiled and without a second thought, I said, "Blue." Just like Alec's eyes. "What's yours?"
He turned around on his stool in front of the stove, the wooden spoon he was holding still dipped in the sauce. "Red," he said, turning back to the sauce and stirring it slowly. "Hey Magnus?"
The vegetables were perfectly cut and I started on slicing the four different kinds of cheese. "Yeah?"
"How long have you and Alec been in love?" he asked.
That one made me think. We had always loved each other like brothers for eight years until that one day when we kissed and I knew he liked it. I had to practically kick his ass out of the closet from then on but I had loved him for a few years already…
"A long time," I said vaguely.
He nodded and continued to stir the sauce while I sliced the cheeses up and started layering all of it with the noodles. I saw that Max stirred seven times to the right and three times to the left every single time. He must've been counting in his head, because he stopped when he said my name again.
"Yes?" I said.
"Do you want to marry Alec?"
My hands stopped layering the lasagna for a second, but resumed after my heart slowed down a bit. "I don't know, Max," I said quietly. "I think he and I are too young to get married."
"Well," Max said. "That's not really an answer. If you were older would you want to marry my brother?"
Leave it to the nine year old to ask me all of the tough questions. To be honest, I wasn't completely sure whether or not I wanted to marry Alec. Then again, we were 18 and going to head to college in less than a month. Graduation was that Friday and then we would be packing up our things, saying goodbye to Jace, Isabelle, and the family. Then we would have to get through college and still be in a strong relationship in order to get married. Well, we had already survived so much…
I realized that I hadn't answered his question yet. "Max, I love your brother more than anything in the world," I said, spinning around to face him and seeing that he was already looking intently at me. "And, if we were older, I would marry him in a heartbeat."
Max smiled at me. "I thought you would say something like that," he said. "I think the sauce is done."
"I think you're right," I muttered. I showed him how to pour the sauce over the layered noodles, vegetables, and cheeses. He did so expertly but when he went to ask me another question, he accidentally flung the ladle in my direction and splattered sauce across my face.
"Oopsy," he said sheepishly, setting down the ladle.
"It's fine," I said, nonchalantly dipping my finger in the sauce. I marked the tip of his nose with the dark red sauce and he giggled, wiping more of it on my forehead. By the time Alec strolled into the kitchen, we both had sauce all over our faces and in our hair.
Alec sighed and put the lasagna in the oven, set the timer, and sat us on the side of the tub in his bathroom. He wetted some towels and handed them to us, shaking his head.
Twenty minutes later, Alec, Max, Jace, Isabelle and I were enjoying my fantabulousticatious (no, that is not a word) vegetarian lasagna. There wasn't much talking, as everyone was stuffing their faces, but Jace did mention that Clary got accepted into Raziel Academy.
I finished my food early, as I wanted to get to the movies already, but Alec was a horribly slow eater. He and Jace kept talking and talking and talking about college and this and that and stuff I generally didn't care about. After my legs had gone somewhat numb from letting Max sit on my lap, I nudged Alec's arm and pointed to my watch. He rolled his eyes but smiled and helped put away dishes.
"Where are you two headed?" Isabelle asked. "Got a hot date?"
I shrugged, putting Max on the floor so I could stretch my legs. "More or less," I said. "We're going to the movies."
"What are you seeing?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said slyly. "We probably won't be watching it anyways."
She laughed and Jace cracked a smile but Max looked as confused as ever. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'll tell you when you're older," Jace muttered.
I followed Alec upstairs and picked out his outfit- boot cut jeans, a small silver necklace, a black (and tight in all the right places) shirt that accurately spelled out 'My Boyfriend Sparkles', and finally the black combat boots that he so loved to wear.
"Hm," Alec said, looking in his mirror. "I actually don't hate it…"
"Will you wear some eyeliner?" I asked hopefully.
"No."
Alec and I took his car to the movies and stood in line for a good twenty minutes to get tickets for Gnomeo and Juliet. Yes, Gnomeo and Juliet. I heard it was a cute movie, so why the hell not? Alec didn't want to have to suffer through Twilight so we chose a nice, non-vomit-inducing movie instead.
We walked up to the cashier to buy our popcorn with our hands joined together like they always were when we went somewhere. Alec had started getting much more comfortable with showing public displays of affection, but he wasn't flamboyant about it. The only mildly flamboyant thing on him was his shirt. And I had forced him into wearing that.
"What can I get you?" the cashier asked, sneering at our hands.
I cleared my throat and ordered a large popcorn and to medium sodas. Alec's was cherry Coke and mine was Diet, of course.
"Coming right up," she said in a bitchy tone. I almost didn't hear the faint mutter of 'faggots' under her breath as she typed in the order.
Scoffing, I let go of Alec's hand and put both my hands on the counter. "I'm sorry," I said. "What did you just call us?"
She looked me straight in the eye. "I called you dumb faggots."
My eyes widened in disbelief at the new adjective. I didn't at all understand why people were so hateful and it took me a second to gather my words. "I'd rather be a faggot than a bitchy fat-ass who makes her living by selling popcorn at the local movie theater," I stated. "If you and that hideous hairdo hadn't noticed, we live in the mother fucking 21st century, and 'faggot' isn't the best way to describe us. We prefer 'vaginally impaired.'"
She practically threw our popcorn bucket and sodas at us. "I think you mean 'abomination,'" she spit out.
"Excuse me?" Alec asked, leaning forward more. The look on his face was completely incredulous.
"You heard what I said."
"Okay, well," Alec started, feigning a chuckle. "I don't know what happened to you that made you such a horrible human being- maybe your parents didn't like you because you're an ugly lard-ass, or maybe all of the guys you tried to hit on weren't sure if you were a boy, a girl, or a thing, or maybe it's because your jealous that we're happy and in love while you lay alone in your bed with a gallon of Chunky Monkey ice cream- but whatever the fuck it is gives you no right to toss around derogatory terms at people in love." He snatched the popcorn from the table and yanked the sodas from her hand, pushing one into my hand. "So, why don't you do all of us a big, fat favor," he continued. "And stay in your house for the rest of your life if you don't like gay people. Because -news flash- we are here to stay. Either get over it or leave." He grabbed my hand and walked away without another word, getting a few cheers from passersby on the way back to his car. It wasn't until we were sitting in his car that I realized we hadn't paid for our food.
"Alexander," I said to him, my mouth agape but my eyes proud. "That was so kickass!"
He was blushing and I think his eyes were watering, but he just breathed for a second. "I can't believe some people," he muttered. "What's the matter with loving someone who is the same gender as you? Magnus… i-is there something wrong with us?"
I felt my eyes soften and I immediately shook my head. "No," I said quietly. "No, there is nothing wrong with us. We're just like everyone else no matter what some people say."
He nodded and began driving somewhere, turning up the CD that was already playing. Big shocker here, it was My Chemical Romance again. I figured it was one of their albums until Adam Lambert came on, singing out Fever. Alec blushed and attempted to turn it off but I swatted his hand away and grinned at him, beginning to sing along to the CD. He smiled and sang along with me quietly. He wasn't completely tone-deaf and we cranked up the volume loud enough to make old, crotchety men shake their canes at us.
Alec pulled into an empty street and we arrived at the firefly field again. Instead of turning the car off, he drove into the middle of the field and got out with me. Together, we sat on the roof of his car, eating popcorn, drinking stolen sodas, and listening to all of the songs on that CD with the doors open. There were some artists on there that I would've never thought Alec would listen to- Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars, lots of Adam Lambert, and various other pop artists.
When the CD ended, it got oddly quiet and I looked at him silently. "Wow, Alec," I said. "You are my boyfriend."
"Shut up," he muttered, blushing deeply. "It's kind of my guilty pleasure, alright? I am still an alternative rock guy all the way, but pop music isn't all that bad either…"
"You secretly love pop," I muttered. "I can see it in your face." He sat up and gave me a playful shake of his head, making his midnight locks fall across his forehead and into his eyes. "You know," I continued. "Now that your CD is over, I have the sudden urge to dance until I pass out… It's only nine, let's go to Pandemonium."
Alec chuckled wistfully. "I haven't been there since I was sixteen," he said.
"All the more reason to go," I countered. "Pwease? Pwetty pwease can we go?"
He looked at my jutted out bottom lip and sighed. "Fine," he said.
I made a noise of delight and gave him a big hug before jumping into the car with him. The drive to Pandemonium was short and easy and we arrived at the teenage-savvy club in no time. It was definitely blasting out its music and anxious teens were waiting in line behind the bouncer. I, however, dragged Alec out of the car and went directly to the front of the line where the bouncer let me in automatically. When Alec gave me a questioning eyebrow raise, I shrugged and said I knew a guy. Truth is, my dad was friends with the owner. I used to get in for free all the time.
The inside of the club was dark but filled with multi-colored lights at the same time. I took Alec's hand, raising it above my head a bit so everyone knew he was mine, and directed him toward the dance floor. I showed him how to dance in an easy way, it was really just moving your hips back and forth and whipping your hair around so he caught on pretty quickly and we were dancing in no time. He wasn't even that bad of a dancer, once he let loose a little.
It may have been five minutes or two hours, I'm not sure, but eventually I went to grab us something to drink. When I got back, Alec was huddled against the wall, looking awkwardly uncomfortable as an almost attractive guy was flirting with him. Alec failed at telling him to piss off so I had to do it for him.
I tapped the guy on the shoulder and he turned around, confused. "He's mine, bitch," I stated simply, gesturing to Alec. "Back off."
Whoever he was rolled his eyes and walked away, glaring at me. I handed Alec his ginger ale and he smiled at me. "Thanks," he muttered into the rim of his glass. "That guy wouldn't stop winking at me. It was like he had a twitch or something."
I laughed as I imagined such a thing. I put my arm around his waist and he did the same, locking us in a tight embrace that displayed the fact that we were together forever and utterly inseparable.
A/N- Sorry for the long time it took to update and the rushed ending. I tried :D You wanna review and make me feel better about this chapter? Pwease? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
-Ella.
