Second chapter up, please enjoy and comment. There is one swear in here, fair warning!
Disclaimer: The woman in the sky owns it all, by that I mean Cassandra Clare
The next few days went on as they usually did. I walked in the park, stole food and pretended I was someone else to get stuff off of lost property. Today had been a good day. I had managed to steal a burger and coke and almost was spotted by a little boy. I just pressed my finger to my lips and he did the same and even diverted his parents' attention the other way, not that I needed it, but I was grateful.
The day was beautifully sunny, so my walk was made even more enjoyable and to top the day off I had a wallet with 20 quid in it and a digital ben 10 watch. I was walking down 25th street debating whether or not to go into Starbucks, when I saw him, W.B. He was sitting in a window seat and sharing a table with a stunning blonde girl with ringlets and a green velvet coat. I unconsciously remembered my ratty t-shirt and jeans and looked down ashamed.
I pretended to look at the outside menu a little longer before sneaking a glance at W.B and his probable girlfriend. I raked my eyes over every inch of his body finally resting at the beautiful green almond eyes…which were staring right at me! His eyes widened in recognition and he pushed his chair back, but I didn't stay to see anything else and instead took off running back towards Jace's block of flats.
I collapsed on my quilted blanket, drew my knees to my chest and rested my head on them. I let my mind replay the last scene of my life over and over and over again. When I had finally finished listing all the possible thins I could have done instead of running, ranging from stayed to see what he wanted to throwing myself off the roof because he had a girlfriend. I raised my head from its uncomfortable position on my knees and tried to stop feeling sorry for myself.
An icy shiver tingled through my spine as I spotted a shadow outside that was definitely not mine.. Carefully I reached for the knife in the teddy bear next to me. Having it in my hand made me feel a little braver and I opened the tent flap and called out:
"Whoever's ther show yourself…" Silence "I happen to be extraordinary with a knife!" A total lie, but it didn't work anyway as the shadow shifted toward me. I clutched the knife tight enough to make my knuckles white. I did not want the blood of a dead man on my hands, but If I lived longer because of it? My palms started to sweat.
"Oh, I don't doubt you a bit, but I do know you won't stab me!" A gorgeous lightly accented voice assured. Cocky wasn't he, well with a voice like that who wouldn't be? Shaking my head to clear the circling thoughts, I made sure to make my voice sound braver than before.
"I wouldn't be so sure!" I pulled my boy through the gap brandishing the knife ahead of me. The shadow became a man. A man with glittery lacquered Doc Martins, so-tight-it's-painful-on-the-junk jeans, and black nirvana tank top with their band name and a cross eyed smiley face in yellow on the front. I let my eyes linger on his spiked up hair for as long as possible, before my body begins craving for a glimpse of his gorgeous eyes. I distract myself by looking at the rest of his face first. His not-too-straight nose gave him a profile that any model would be jealous of, his rather sensual lips, that I couldn't help imagined presses against mine. I adverted my eyes from his piercing stare and chose to look at the paved roof that tripled as a floor and a garden to anyone who came up. Not that anyone could because Jace and I had fixed a lock onto my side of the door. And anyway by now they wouldn't want to, the plants were all dead from the hot summer we were having. I carried on looking at the floor letting my memories/thoughts distract me from the green eyed hottie.
After a moment I felt a finger push my chin up. I mentally noted that his skin was a handsome caramel colour. There was also something different about his eyes.
"What's wrong aren't you pleased I'm here?" His voice took on a slightly hurt tone. I shook my head. "Oh well fine then!" His hurt tone snapped and became as stony as Hadrian's Wall. I realised as the safe, warm feeling left me how W.B had interpreted it. I reached out and grabbed his wrist. I swallowed before talking.
"No, I just didn't want to meet like this." My voice was incredibly weak. I hope he had guessed that I was shy and not just pathetic. He grinned and I smiled shyly back noting another thing. I hadn't smiled properly since Jace had left six months ago.
I invited him into my tent and we sat awkwardly smiling every once in a while, He turned to me picking at a thread from my quilt. I reached over and slapped his hand lightly, that was my only blanket and I needed it. What happened next, still confuses me. Somehow he managed to grab my wrist, twist me and lay me down with my head on his lap in the space of a few seconds. I tried to sit back up, but Wonder Boy just pushed me back down. A sense of panic began to rise inside me, until he started playing with my hair. I almost melted. I start to relax and W.B clearly notices and strikes up a conversation.
"So M.B what's your name?" I opened my eyes, I hadn't realised they had slipped shut.
"M.B?" I asked confused.
"Mystery boy!" He stated as though it made all the sense in the world.
"My name is Alec. What's yours W.B?"
"W.B?" he asked mimicking my confuse tone perfectly.
"Wonder boy!" I blush beetroot.
"Magnus, Magnus Bane!" He strokes my cheek with a cool hand. "What caused this adorable blush?" I blushed even harder at the comment and open one eye slightly and see a mischievous smile on his face. I half-smiled back and felt my redness begin to retreat.
"Oh-no!" He replied looking so genuinely devastated, I reached for the teddy bear I had put the knife back in. He pulled me back down and combed through my now less-knotted hair. "Your blush has gone!" I sighed we weren't in an actual emergency. "We'll have to change that!" I thought I heard him whisper under his breath. He tapped his chin in thought then made a slight dipping motion and pressed his lips to mine. He pulled back quickly to judge my reaction, let out a puff of air then blushed lightly. He smiled, clearly pleased with his feat. I, on the other hand, was stunned, the pure awakening from such a small gesture captivated me. I needed more. It was similar to giving someone a drug, then taking it away, but too late, they're addicted. Magnus Bane was my own personal drug. (Twilight reference?) I studied his chin and shut eyes. Then mustering all the courage I possessed, I raised my head causing Magnus's eyes to open and swallowed.
"Do it again?" I whispered. He grinned. Making him grin had become my new obsession.
"I was just considering it actually," He pulled away giving me a shit-eating grin, "But I need you to say it out loud so I can be sure that is what you want!" I blushed deeply then sat up and faced Magnus.
"Please will you kiss me, Magnus Bane?" I sounded pathetic even to my own ears, but the hopeful outcome was worth it. He didn't even hesitate. Just swooped in and placed his lips against mine. I sighed and and Magnus wasted no time in slipping his tongue in my open moth. I graned quietly and pushed my hands into his spikey hair. He gripped my hips and moved to straddle me, creating disturbances below. He felt it and smiled his lips never leaving mine. I racked my brain for revenge ideas, then rolled my hips up. The moan that came out of Magnus's mouth only excited me even more. Instead of carrying it on, I pulled back dragging his lip in between my teeth.
"Shouldn't you be in bed at this time of night?" I asked. Magnus pouted.
"But I want to make out with my new insanely hot boyfriend!"
"You have a boyfriend?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yup, you, you have no say in it sorry not sorry!" I grinned and watched his cat eyes light up. Wait that was it. The cat eyes. Not ordinary pupil ringed ones. Cat slitted! They had to be contacts as they weren't like that the other day, or had I just not noticed? Anyway the revelation turned me on a little and I kissed him quickly and then pushed him toward the tent flap.
"Come with me!" He said holding out his hand. I pondered for a moment before taking his outstretched hand. We took a cab to the outskirts of Brooklyn and entered a nice looking block of flats. We both clearly had unanswered questions, but for now I let Magnus slowly fall asleep in my arms. When I was certain he would not wake up, I slid out of the bed and reached for his wallet. An old receipt and a twenty dollar bill were all I took. On the back of the receipt I wrote:
You're safer to be nowhere near me. I pocketed the note and walked out of the street, rubbing my chest at the slight pain there. Thank goodness I hadn't stayed. If I had I may not have been able to walk away and that would of course end badly.