I look down at the clusters of red hair in my bathroom sink. I had found the courage to buzz the remains of my mane off. For three days clumps were coming out and covering my shower and bed. It makes a mess. That hasn't been the only changes in these three days. Max was sent back to St. John's. Jace is torn between which of us to spend time with. I keep telling him to stay with his brother, but he is texting me about every second when the kid is asleep. My classes have been put on hold so I'm going to be graduating late. My life really is just great at the current moment. Notice the sarcasm.
I walk out of the bathroom and move to the sink. My eyes keep downward as I fill a glass with water. They work to avoid any reflection of me on the window above the sink. Then I turn around to look out to my living room area, water in hand. One thing about being a sick person that sucks is the boredom. You get so bored. My phone signals a text.
Magnus: I'm coming over. No ifs, ands, or, buts.
Me: Ok.
Luckily for me, I got a web of somewhat overprotective, but entertaining, friends.
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Magnus saunters into my apartment. "Sweetheart, what's new?" He says then he notices my hair, or better yet, the lack there off. "You and I are going hat shopping."
"I don't want to go hat shopping." I moan.
"Then I'll just have to make you one. It will be sparkly!"
"Hat shopping?" I offer. If Magnus makes me something it will look like a Lady GaGa thing. Then I'm bound in by the 'I made this with my blood sweat and tears for you. You are now obligated to wear it, even if it's ugly, because you are my friend.'
"Smart choice. A black one would look nice. White would wash out. blue would be nice. Red or orange would look good..." He goes on. I vaguely listen in. I just pay attention when he says "Let's go."
Magnus drives me to a little shop in Chinatown. The shop owner instantly greets him with a slap from her newspaper. I laugh and Magnus is shocked. "What was that for?!" He demands of the woman.
"Maggie, you haven't been here in forever. I know what you'll want though. I have just the one for you!" The woman's voice is heavily accented.
"No Mrs. Lu, I'm here for my friend. She's the one in need of a hat." The woman makes a noise of realization.
"Orange would look nice on this one."
"That's what I said!" exclaims Magnus. I look around the shop. There are all different styles. The hats are set on mannequin heads and the shop is small almost making me feel claustrophobic.
"You see one you like?" Mrs. Lu asks.
"Just looking." I respond.
"Come back here. I just finish one. you love it."The woman leads Magnus and I behind the counter and through a beaded curtain. The counter is discolored and the curtain looks like it jumped out of the 80's. In the room behind the curtain is a work bench with a sewing machine and hats. There is also a lot of glitter. That's why Magnus knows this place. "You like this one?" The woman hands me a cap from the pile. The base is orange but along it is carefully embroidered designs. Flowers link around each other. They burst into beautiful explosions. petals and leaves are intertwined.
"It's very pretty."
"Put in on." I slip the cap onto my head. It fits perfectly.
"How much?" I ask.
"For you free. Maggie come around so much and help out. My reward."
"Thank you."
"You are welcome. Now go have fun." Magnus and I walk out of the store.
"So why do you know a hatter in Chinatown?" I ask Magnus.
"Because there are very few places that make my quality of headpieces."
"I am about three hundred percent done with you." I laugh.
"You never know when you will need a good hatter."
"She ever going to help you hide a body if the moment comes down to it?" I tease.
"I got you a free cap. Let's get home I don't want Jace to have a heart attack."
"Why would he?"
"Do you not notice how much time he spends there?"
"There might not be a there any longer."
"What do you mean?" Inquires Magnus.
"It's expensive with the medical stuff." His arm slides around me.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." I say, "it's not your fault. What's new with you and Alec?" Magnus goes a bright red.
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you guys at bowling."
"I don't think he likes me."
"Ask him out." I say commanding.
"What if he says no?"
"He'll go with you, don't worry."
"Alright Fray, my heart is in your pushy hands."
Kind short I know, but whatever. It's summer. Please review! I'll give you a virtual cookie! (The good kind I swear. I am not genius enough to hack.) Seriously review though, I only got one review on the last chapter... so yeah. Best Wishes!