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"Honestly Magnus, you have got to stop letting those high school children attend your parties. I almost slept with at least three underage girls last night!" Ragnor reprimanded, bending down to grab an empty bottle and place it in the trash bag he held in his other hand.

Magnus sighed, glancing over at his friend from his position on the couch.

"It's not like I can card people at the door Ragnor. Well I guess I could, but that would be awfully time consuming."

Ragnor sighed and muttered something under his breath as he continued to pick up trash around Magnus's apartment. Magnus watched the scene intently and raised a brow.

"What exactly are you doing anyway?"

"Cleaning, ever heard of it?" Ragnor huffed.

"Touchy touchy."

Ragnor sighed, "I'm not being touchy, and I just wish you would help me clean your house."

"Why would I do that? I like the mess, it calms me."

"No you just like lounging around while I clean up after you and half of Brooklyn."

"You're over exaggerating, if half of Brooklyn was in here that would most certainly be a fire hazard and you know how seriously I take those."

"As if the infamous Magnus Bane gives a damn about any law," Ragnor joked.

Magnus feigned a look of hurt and put his hand over his heart, "Your words, they hurt me."

"Seriously this place on a good day is a walking fire hazard and again let me reiterate the part where I nearly slept with three underage girls last night which would have landed my ass in prison!"

Magnus sighed, "There was no need for reiteration I heard you perfectly well the first time. The key word I keep hearing is almost, and almost doing something illegal doesn't get you thrown in prison."

Ragnor grumbled something under his breath that Magnus chose to ignore. He glanced over at his friend who was still huffing and puffing and he sighed.

"It's not like I can really do anything about it Ragnor. We're surrounded by three of the top schools in the state and you know how those rich kids are, partying away all their problems like the fact that their mommy and daddy got them the wrong colored Bentley."

Ragnor snorted and shook his head. "No you're just hoping the blue eyed wonder from the other night will show up again."

Magnus nearly choked on his own spit. "You saw that?"

Ragnor smirked; things rarely got this kind of reaction from Magnus.

"You're not as sly as you believe yourself to be Magnus, and of course I saw you. You two were snogging in the middle of the living room!"

"I'm plenty sly and why are you using the word snogging?"

Ragnor shrugged. "I watched a Harry Potter marathon."

Magnus deemed this an acceptable answer and said nothing else about it.

"Anyways, I gave blue eyed wonder my number, no calls or texts, nothing."

Magnus tone was dismissive but his expression gave away his disappointment. Ragnor sighed, put down his nearly full trash bag (and the loft was still nowhere near clean) and sat down beside his friend, Magnus moving his long legs and sitting up right to make room for him.

"I'm sorry; you win some you lose some, you know?"

Magnus shrugged, "It doesn't bother me."

Ragnor knew this to be false.

"Yes it does."

Magnus just looked at his friend and ran a hand through his hair, "Maybe a little, but I know how these things go, win some lose some, like you said."

The thing is Magnus does know this, he's known it all his life really. But lately he can't help but feel he wants something . . . different. Different from the party hard lifestyle he has had since he was sixteen years old. And that night of the party, meeting Alec Lightwood, he really thought he had found it. It was strange, even to the eccentric and daring Magnus, to think like that.

Who really falls in love at first sight? But, it's not exactly love, Magnus knows that, he doesn't even know the boy, but it had the potential to be something special and Magnus really wants that. Because Alec Lightwood was different from all the typical Manhattan snobs that attended his parties- he was shy and sweet and obviously a bit self-conscious. For some inexplicable reason, Magnus was drawn to that and their night together was something he couldn't get out of his head, no matter how many alcohol filled nights he had had over the past week.

Ragnor watched his friend and put his hand on his knee, breaking Magnus from his reverie.

"Well you deserve to win some my friend."

Magnus smiled, "Thanks Ragnor, but I fear this one will have to be placed in the lose category. I know when something isn't going to work and closeted high school students who don't call you back after a week are just that."

"Well, why don't you just call him?"

"I don't have his number."

"Then go see him."

Magnus glared, "I don't know where he lives either, just that he goes to one of the ten billion high schools in the area."

"I think ten billion is a bit of an exaggeration, it's closer to being in the millions I think."

Magnus ignored his friend, unsatisfied with how this conversation was going.

So much for being able to open up to his best friend, he thought bitterly.

"But if I had to guess, with my prestigious detective skills, I'd say he probably went to a boarding school in the area, he just gave a boarding school vibe, don't you think?"

Magnus shrugged, not sure what a 'boarding school vibe' meant, and it was usually him that was saying such odd things.

"He was an athlete, I could see that too. He had muscle, but wasn't bulky- I bet he plays soccer or something."

Magnus raised a brow; one of the few things he had learned about the mysterious Alec Lightwood was that he indeed was a soccer player (information he had learned when he asked about a large bruise in a rather personal area).

"How did you know that?" Magnus asked in disbelief.

Ragnor smirked and ignored the question.

"And when it comes to the little bit I do know about the surrounding high schools, I would say Alicante High is best known for their athletics department, so I'd bet my own house that's where he goes."

"You don't have a house, you live here." Magnus felt compelled to point out, though his mind was soaring with possibilities at the moment.

"Su casa es mi casa. So I'd bet our house."

Magnus snickered, "While I do like where this is going, your rather impressive deduction skills do not mean he actually goes there. Even if he did I'm not going to just show up at his school, that's creepy even for me."

"Then go to one of his games, soccer is still in season right?"

"I don't know sports aren't my thing. Back to my original point, we still aren't sure if he goes to Alinate or wherever it is you said."

Ragnor sighed and lulled his head back in defeat.

"It's Alicante, and yes we do know."

Magnus raised a brow, "Did you hear a word I said? The boy didn't tell me where he lived, what school he attended; he hardly told me anything about himself."

Which was what made him so intriguing, Magnus thought.

"I was really hoping to keep up the ruse, but here you go."

Magnus gave him a look of confusion as Ragnor handed him a newspaper that had been tucked under his arm, it was turned to the sports page and Ragnor pointed to a small corner of the paper.

The headline read:

Alexander Lightwood, of Alicante High School, signs with Boston College.

Alexander Lightwood, fullback for the Alicante Angels, signed today . . .

Magnus blinked, not finishing the article and stared up at his friend.

"Prestigious detective skills me ass," Magnus snickers, handing him back the paper.

Ragnor looks at him imploringly, "So?"

"So what?"

"You know what school he attends now."

"I got that."

Ragnor gives him another look and Magnus just raises an eyebrow.

"There is still the problem of me not being a stalker."

Ragnor's green eyes narrowed, "You didn't read the full article did you?"

"I wasn't aware I was supposed to."

"Well you were, because if you had then you would know that he has a game this Friday."

"Hmm, interesting," Magnus replied unable to stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Ragnor noticed and mimicked the smile.

"So, I'm thinking we should go to the game on Friday?" Ragnor asked coyly.

Magnus shrugged casually, but they both knew the answer.

"I'll have to check my schedule."

He got up from the couch and drifted towards his room.

"Magnus," Ragnor called, and Magnus turned towards him.

Ragnor got up as well and went back to his trash bag, "If you do find that it fits into your oh so busy schedule, you know you can't wear leather pants to a sporting event right?"

Magnus sighed dramatically, "Why do you insist on ruining everything?"

With a laugh in reply Ragnor went back to cleaning and Magnus went to his room. He needed time to pick an outfit after all.

Notes: So, I hope this was a decent chapter Magnus is a bit harder to write for me because we get less of him in the books and there are so many facets to his personality. I just want you all to know I am not going to make Magnus the over emotional, flamboyant gay stereotype at all. He isn't in love with Alec yet, just drawn to him because he wants something different in his life and Alec is just that. He also won't be wearing leather and chains every chapter either because there are times in TMI he is just in a tracksuit and I want to keep that in this story.

In this, the Lightwood parents don't live in New York, I'm not sure where I want them to live quite yet, but I feel like in needs to be another state to explain the boarding school thing and why they don't go home one weekends but instead stay at the school.

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Also, another question (sorry for these I promise I won't have then in every chapter)

Should I post the night from the party as its own chapter or just have it in random tiny flashbacks?

Because if I post it as one chapter, I'll have to change the rating of this to M, because it's rather smutty (and sweet) but if I just post in random flashbacks it'll stay the same rating but less detail.