a/n: I want to clarify, though I haven't been posting- I have been writing. But I'm a strange one, I tend to write by hand and then transfer it over onto the comp. It's been hectic so I haven't been able to type up much recently. But enough with the excuses- read this short chappie and very soon I will post a much longer one. I promise.
ALEC: POV
Alec felt the acid churning in his stomach as he turned onto Broadway. He couldn't do this. There was no way he could do this. There was still time. He could turn around right now and head back to the Institute and no one would be the wiser.
No. No, he couldn't do that. That would make him a coward. He would not back down. It was just coffee. He loved coffee. True... it was coffee with a Warlock who would no doubt already be at the shop when he got there. Covered in Glitter. Wearing ridiculously tight and obnoxiously loud clothing. And smiling that knowing smile of his. By the Angel, he couldn't do this.
Alec stopped abruptly in place. A surprisingly burly mundane girl bumped into him as she tried to walk around him.
"Watch where you're stopping dude! It's a sidewalk. Emphasis on the WALK, it's not a fucking Side-Stop-and-Go... shit..."
Alec had the grace to give her an apologetic smile, but was in no mood to respond as the brunette walked on, grumbling to herself. She was right. He shouldn't just stand here. But he wasn't sure he was ready to continue on towards his destination. His destination being Magnus Bane. In a coffee shop. Waiting for him.
Alec looked around him and noticed a Duane Read Pharmacy nearby; he quickly shuffled through the door as his mind continued on with his train of thought. There was no way he could imagine Magnus the Magnificent sitting around exchanging small talk with the customers and sipping an espresso at some hum-drum mom and pop coffee shop. Not that he knew Magnus... at all. They'd only met once… well... technically twice in one night. And from what Alec remembered, Magnus looked an awful lot like those unnaturally tall and skinny, golden-skinned models he occasionally noticed plastered all over walls and billboards throughout the city. Flashy over-the-top outfits and all. Alec got the distinct feeling that he wasn't just dressing up for a party, that it was in fact Magnus' day-to-day get up.
Alec's mind wandered back to that night, when he had rushed back to Magnus' apartment, flustered and out of breath... what was he thinking? How did he end up here?
Oh yeah, how could he forget?... It was the same reason that drove him to do every other dangerous, embarrassing, stupid, out-of-character thing he'd ever done his entire life...
Jace.
a/n: next up: FLASHBACK. I know you may be confused, but don't worry- all will be revealed. And Malec dialog. I know, I'm a tease, but things are finally moving along now.