hey i think this is long overdue but here's the new chapter! i seriously need to find myself a beta ughh i apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes you might find in this chapter, i just really wanted to give a new update as soon as possible. hope you enjoy!

Traveling had always been Magnus's thing, going places he's never been before, meeting people he's never meet before -possibly falling in love with them- and experiencing cultures of completely different norms. It helped him remember that there are all these different people and that some of them are actually not as bad as some of the other humans he's been acquainted with. But romantic ventures in unknown cities never ended well. Long-distance was a pain in the ass because at some point or another, one of you will lose interest. And that 'one of you' had always been Magnus. Which was why he'd sworn himself off falling for anyone outside his country.

That being said, he need to run away. Now. He did not need to see that ex again. And God had seen him in this time of struggle and provided a path. A path filled with an enormous amount of people crowded everywhere each with at least one huge carrier. Magnus expected the airport to be filled but not this much. The current occupants were buzzing with talk and he could barely make out the sign of a souvenir shop amongst the heads of people. Why on this particular day had God decided to save him in crisis? He didn't know but he was thankful. Now if only He could help him with his cat's attitude. Very unlikely but the vlogger was hopeful.

He was slowly getting pushed in the opposite direction of that ex. Tessa was supposed to be waiting in the souvenir shop. As far as souvenir shops go, this one was indeed colorful. It looked like a unicorn pooped its rainbow on it. And Magnus rather liked it, Ragnor would've found it disgusting. Ragnor. A melancholic sigh escaped through his lips. He wondered if Ragnor was aware of how much he was missed. His steps on the bright white tiles slowed. He stared down in attempt to gather himself. Some rather rude people who bumped into him threw around some words that didn't pale in comparison to the colorful shop. He paid them no mind, in the words of Queen Jackie, haters were everywhere.

Picking himself up again, he walked into the store only to stumble back as James crashed him in a hug.

"Uncle Magnus!"

"Oof, hi there James," Magnus replied with a smirk.

His mother was standing a little behind him and didn't look any bit surprised when the boy jumped but responded accordingly.

"Sorry, he's a little too excited. First time he's been out the country and all," Tessa smiled apologetically.

"Well, you're welcome. Enough of that now, I missed you little bookworm!"

He spread out his arms to let Tessa join the hug.

After they got their things, the group caught a cab -which was harder than you may expect- and headed to their hotel. Along with the invitation and plane tickets, John and Hank had reserved a hotel room for every starring guest in VidCon. Seeing as Magnus had invited them he deemed it appropriate to offer them a room. The one in the invitation was too small for two people so Magnus took that one and got a bigger one for the two.

Setting his things in the room, he tried to find some clothes to wear to VidCon. Keyword here, "tried." It didn't take long before Beyoncé was on and he was jamming along, posing in front of the bathroom mirror . He still had a few extra hours before the panel...Right?

There was a violent knock on the door.

Magnus opened it. There stood a very scary looking Tessa Gray. She was still wearing those worn jeans and not at all flattering plain white t-shirt. He really needed to take her out shopping some time. Beside her, James was giggling. She smiled. Not happy kind, not the sad kind, not the humorous kind, the evil kind.

"So Connor called and asked where you were. Told him I thought he was with you at the panel. Con says you aren't there. And just to check, I go to your room. Knock 5 million times before you open the door when you were supposed to be at the panel. Can you explain that, Mags?"

"What can I say?" He gestured toward himself and said, "this, takes time."

"Oh? I'm sure you don't mind being late to your panel then?"

Magnus instinctively ran to the bathroom and picked up his phone that was still blasting. He promptly checked the time.

"Shit."

And so he ran. Down the stairs because his long legs would've carried him faster than that slow ass elevator. Down the street because the taxi was always so damn late. And down the auditorium because it was almost about to start.

As he neared the backstage entrance, he saw a familiar face. He didn't want to see him but was Magnus had already seen him that morning at the airport. He looked away as fast as he could. This was not expected. Adrien was right by the panel entrance, checking tickets. It was not that he and Adrien hadn't had a bad breakup. Oh, it was far worse than "bad" perhaps worse was an understatement.

Magnus and Adrien were similar in many ways. In some relationships, that was a good thing, in others, not as much. They both weren't committed to the other and that didn't matter because neither of them cared. But Adrien had been drunk -at least drunk enough to forget all common sense- and brought his part of the "not committed to the other" home. Seeing as Adrien threw all basic knowledge through the drain with a couple chugs of liquor, he seemed to have forgotten it was supposed to be dinner out night to try to patch things up.

And when Magnus went up to the bedroom, in his eyes was the inevitable sight of Adrien fucking a stranger into oblivion. It was actually quite interesting to watch. That is, until Blondie saw Magnus then promptly pushed Adrien onto the floor. Afterward, a lot of screaming and yelling and throwing of things that shouldn't be thrown was initiated by Blondie. Who apparently thought Adrien and him were exclusive. Heaven knows he's been living under a rock. Both being involved with social media-Adrien as a YouTube employee and himself as an online contributor- they were plastered over the Internet.

Not so calmly, Magnus told them both to leave because he couldn't deal with this anymore. And looking dead straight into his eyes, Magnus told Adrien they were finished. Followed by a short moment of contemplation, Magnus decided Adrien was a Dickface. And that he wanted to piss off Dickface even a little.

So he grabbed the nearest male arm and leaned.

"Hey cutie, I was waiting for you. What was so important you had to keep your boyfriend waiting?"

Showing Dickface his pass, Magnus gave a peck to the stranger. Whose face he wasn't really looking at because he was too busy trying to see Dickface's face out of his peripheral vision. And as soon as they passed the curtains, the stranger politely removed his arm. Magnus owed the guy an apology.

"Hey sorry about that, it's just he's-"

"Your ex, I know. Wow that sounded creepy but you two were practically all over the Internet. And I may or may not be a fan of yours," the stranger held out his hand, "Alexander Lightwood."

The stranger, as Magnus finally noticed, was cute. Very. With dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes. And Magnus may or may not have been obsessing over his videos the last few weeks. He took the hand and give it a shake. Holding it for a little too long.

"Pleasure."

just to clear things up, the blondie mentioned here isn't Jace. also review? pretty please?